A young mother rebuilding herself after postpartum changes and the death of her violent ex, she keeps her world small and controlled. Her daughter is her heart, her routine is her safety, and trust is something she no longer gives away freely. The past still echoes in her mind, every raised voice, every sudden sound reminding her of what she survived. He lives his life inside the ring. A rising boxer known for his focus and discipline, he fights with a quiet intensity, made sharper by being deaf in one ear, a truth the world knows but never fully understands. He's learned to read movement, energy, and silence better than sound, keeping his emotions guarded just like his stance. What happens when she comes and messes up his routine and she doesn't even know that.

"You always got everybody else to worry about." Saint pulled her a little closer. "Yeah." His eyes stayed on hers. "But you the one I come home to." ⋆‧° ⋆ʚɞ⋆˚࿔ ° ⋆ Magnolia Avenue follows Sloane, an eighteen-year-old girl from Atlanta who gets sent to live with family on Magnolia Avenue after her home life falls apart. What starts as a temporary escape turns into something bigger as she gets pulled into a tight-knit neighborhood full of loyalty, secrets, street politics, and people who look out for each other. The one person she can't quite figure out is Saint, the man everybody respects, everybody knows, and nobody seems able to explain. The longer she stays, the deeper Magnolia Avenue starts feeling less like a street and more like home.

Staring out the big window but I, should've locked the bedroom door.

Amir is autistic, he lives a quiet life. He doesn't like to socialise, he simply likes to keep himself to himself. While Nia is a popular loner, everyone knows her and wants to be her friend, while she likes to stick to one friend. They are both in their last year of high school. Just trying to make it and survive. This story begins with the last year of school and how they grow closer.

Artist stared at the girl, a little longer than he meant too before she noticed. "You always looking at me. You don't ever wanna do nothing else?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows at him. He smiled at her, shaking his head no. He tightly pulled her into his grip. "Since I got you, I can't ever let you go." ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ She works two lives at once, serving tables by day and on the pole by evening while quietly building a future she refuses to let go of. Every shift brings her closer to her dream of owning her own restaurant, but also keeps her grounded in survival. He is a rising rapper with a presence too loud to ignore, constantly appearing in her orbit with a curiosity he cannot hide. In a city built on luxury, ambition, and unspoken truth, their paths collide in ways neither of them planned. What starts as observation turns into connection, and connection turns into something dangerously impossible to walk away from.

"Why you always look so serious after church." Roman asked, his eyes low . "You just spent two hours talkin to God." Serene adjusts the strap of her bag, looking around to make sure no one saw them. "You shouldn't even be back here." He smiled at that. "You always say that shit." "I mean it," she said, but her voice was softer than she wanted it to be. Roman stepped close enough so she could smell the weed on him. "You mean it every Sunday, church girl." Her cheeks heated up from the slight embarrassment of him calling her that. "Don't call me that." He tilted his head. "Why not? That's what you are." "I'm not just that," she said a little defensive and unsure; she didn't know what she was, but she didn't want a boy she thinks is cute to think of her as just the quiet preachers daughter who was a square. His smile faded as his eyes narrowed and he tilted his head. "I know." Then, after a beat, "That's why I like you." Serene swallowed and her fingers tightened around her bible. "You shouldn't." "I know," licked his lips, his eyes dropping to her hands before trailing back to her face. "But here we are." ㅤꨄ︎ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ, ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴡ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜ -Mariah the Scientist

"I don't know how to do this." He was almost embarrassed to admit it. "I ain't been right with you in a long time, but I'm gon' ask anyway. Please don't take her from me." His plea cracked something open inside of his chest. "I know I ain't a good man. I done did some shit that I can't take back and I can't make it right. But she is, she's good. She's the light in so many places I didn't know were dark." "So if there's a price that needs to be paid for all the pain that I have caused in this word and done onto others put it on me. I'll pay it. I swear I will. I'll protect her with my last breath. I'll listen and heed her warnings. I'll slow down and come home more and stop thinking that I'm alone in this world." "Just please let my baby wake up. I love her, I'm in love with her and I can't do this without her. If waking her up means I got to sacrifice letting her go so she can be safe. I'll do that. Just don't take her from this earth." "In Jesus name I pray. Amen."