Kesira Vaughn was never supposed to end up in Deyonna Carter's world. One mistake, one wrong place, one night she can't take back and suddenly she's no longer just a stranger. She's a captive in a life built on drugs, control, and survival. Deyonna didn't plan to keep her. Didn't plan to watch her. Definitely didn't plan to feel anything. But Kesira doesn't break the way she should. She talks back. She stands her ground. She looks Deyonna in the eyes like she isn't afraid of her even when she should be. What starts as control turns into obsession. What starts as fear turns into attachment. And what was supposed to be temporary starts feeling permanent. Two masc hearts collide in a world built on violence and survival where love isn't safe, and nothing about them is right. Because in their world... love doesn't heal you. It ruins you first.

In a city where loyalty is rare and danger is currency, two women live on opposite sides of survival. A soft-spoken tattoo artist with a steady hand and a guarded heart spends her nights turning pain into art. Her shop is her sanctuary no drama, no trouble, no attachments. Then there's the other woman a feared drug dealer with a reputation that makes people cross the street. She moves fast, thinks faster, and trusts no one. Their worlds collide over something small... a tattoo appointment that wasn't supposed to mean anything. But nothing stays simple when secrets run deep, enemies get closer, and feelings start to blur the lines between survival and surrender. Because in a city like this, love isn't just risky... it's dangerous.

Two studs. One love. Too many mistakes. From late-night arguments to silent goodbyes, this on-again, off-again love story follows two women who can't seem to let each other go. One keeps running. One keeps staying. Cheating, pride, fear, and unfinished healing tear them apart again and again-until loss, truth, and self-reckoning force them to finally grow up. This is a story about loving someone who hurts you, choosing yourself without letting go of love, and learning that real commitment doesn't come easy-but it can come honestly.

Casey is having the time of her life. She's 18, allowed to drink and she's ready to hit up the night clubs. One night, Casey parties a little TOO hard and a unknown man takes advantage of her. He threatens her with a knife and she has no choice but to follow his instructions. He orders her into his van and the party continues on outside, oblivious to the fact that Casey was getting kidnapped. Her best friend, Dan leads her search investigation and is determined to find her. Along the way, Dan realises he has feelings that are more than friendly towards Casey. Weeks go by and there is still no sign of Casey. Will Dan ever find her? Whilst Casey is held captive, she discoveries information about her life and herself that she had no idea about. She also discovers that her kidnapper is someone she had only heard about, someone she thought never existed.

This book contains sexual content if you don't like that then click off of my page and this book, but this will have scissoring, strap-on intersex and more 

Kameron Zion Lewis thought transferring schools was supposed to be a fresh start. New campus. New faces. No drama. Yeah... that shit lasted all of five minutes. The second she crosses paths with Malachi "Mal" Brooks-Williams, everything goes left. Mal is the loudest stud in the damn school, always got a blunt tucked somewhere, a drink in her hand after school, and enough confidence to make anybody sick. She swears everybody wants her, talks the most shit, and always has the last damn word. Kameron can't stand her cocky ass. Mal thinks Kameron's attitude is funny as hell. Every hallway turns into an argument. Every class becomes a competition. Their friends are tired of breaking up almost-fights. Teachers already know their names for all the wrong reasons. They talk shit. They bump shoulders on purpose. They dare each other. They push every damn button they can find. But somewhere between all the arguing, smart-ass comments, jealousy they refuse to admit, and late-night run-ins, that hate starts looking a little too much like something else. Now they're stuck wondering how the fuck you go from wanting to swing on somebody... to wanting to kiss them or fuck them. Sometimes the person you hate the most is the same person you can't stay the hell away from.

My name is Janay This is not a confession. It's what happens when silence breaks. I started writing everything I couldn't say out loud. Now those words aren't staying hidden anymore. And I think someone is behind it-but I don't know who.

from both my one shot books:) all the characters are black unless stated otherwise. not all chapters will have face claims always editing. enjoy💘