Josiah Ellis has spent his whole life being good. The good son. The good church boy. The dependable little brother who never causes his family any shame. Nobody knows what he prays for after everyone else leaves the sanctuary, and nobody knows about the part of himself he keeps buried beneath pressed Sunday clothes and perfect manners. Then Malachi Grant looks at him. Khi is everything Siah was taught to fear-a street king with blood on his hands, money buried across the city, and enough power to ruin lives with one phone call. He does not ask for permission, does not accept rejection, and does not understand why the pretty church boy who saved his niece refuses to be impressed by him. What begins as curiosity becomes secret dinners, midnight visits, dangerous touches, and a love neither man can safely claim. But Khi has hidden this part of himself before, and the man he left in the shadows has returned with revenge on his mind. With a street war closing in and both families demanding they become men neither of them wants to be, Khi must decide whether protecting Siah means hiding him-or finally standing beside him where everyone can see. Because Siah may have prayed for love. He just never expected God to send him a sinner.

** DISCONTINUED ** I'm not good at these so just read 🤪! S/n : excuse any mistakes.. I'll fix them soon. ( I only fixed the mistakes up to chapter five) Started : May 2020 ** DISCONTINUED ** Cover credits : @trenchlordtales

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮.

𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫...

Nyla Carrington has spent years building Pretty N Athletic from the ground up. The last thing she needs is Kashmere Laurent-fine, rich, controlling, and somehow always in her business. What starts as one-night turns into something neither of them keeps casual for long. Between family, money, jealousy, business, arguments, and enough sex to make walking away harder than it should be, Nyla and Kash have to figure out whether loving each other is enough when neither one knows how to stop doing the exact shit that gets under the other's skin.

𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝘼𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙍𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖'𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙤𝙢. 𝙀𝙭𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮-𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝘼𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝘼𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣. 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙨 𝙉𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜-𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨, 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝘼𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙤. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡?

Malcolm Carter never imagined raising four daughters alone. Three years after losing his wife to a brain tumor, his life is loud, messy, and filled with ponytails, homework, ballet recitals, and late nights trying to make sure his girls are okay. He loves them more than anything, but some days it still feels like the heart of their home disappeared when Aaleah did. Celeste Moore lives the opposite kind of life. A disciplined ballet instructor who thrives on routine and quiet, Celeste spends her days teaching children grace, focus, and confidence before returning home to peaceful nights with her cat. Her world is calm, structured, and carefully balanced. For four years, Malcolm's daughters have danced in Celeste's class. She watched them grow. She watched them grieve. She watched Malcolm do his best to be everything his daughters needed. But Celeste has one strict rule she refuses to break: She does not date the parents of her students. Especially not a single father with four daughters and a life full of chaos. Yet somewhere between late pickups, quiet conversations, and watching Malcolm braid his daughters' hair before class, the line between professional and personal begins to blur. Malcolm never expected to love again. Celeste never expected to want the kind of life he lives. But sometimes healing comes in the form of loud houses, messy kitchens, and one unexpected seat at the table. sometimes love looks like The Sixth Chair.