„She exhaled. "This doesn't feel like the kind of story they want." He smiled-slow, honest. "Good. Maybe for once, it's the kind of story we want." Reyna Torres is a bold, rising hip-hop artist known for her unapologetic lyrics and outspoken views on the industry-including her very public critiques of Eminem. When she lands a major label deal, she's shocked to find out her debut album will be executive produced by none other than him. Eminem isn't thrilled either. He thinks Reyna is all talk-more style than substance. She thinks he's a washed-up legend stuck in the past. Their first studio session nearly ends in a shouting match. But the label wants this collaboration. And despite their constant clashes, there's undeniable chemistry-in the booth and outside of it. What starts as professional tension evolves into creative fire. Their lyrical battles turn flirtatious. Late nights in the studio turn vulnerable. And both realize that behind the bravado are two artists scarred by their pasts, both just trying to be understood. As Reyna's fame rises and old wounds resurface for both of them, their relationship is tested in the spotlight. Can two people who swore they'd never mix business with emotion admit that what they've created together goes far beyond music?

Morgana Bennett is the assistant to Scott Calvin, even though she wishes she could be more. When Scott becomes Santa Claus, how will it change Morgana's life? Will she finally get the man she's dreamed about? And will he finally be the man of her dreams?

Detroit-cold streets, hot beats. The city breathes rhythm, and its pulse is loudest beneath ground level, in the concrete heart of the Shelter. That's where voices rise, verses clash, and dreams either catch fire or burn out. Jimmy Smith Jr., known in the cipher as B-Rabbit, stands on the edge of everything he's afraid of. White, broke, and burdened with the weight of proving himself in a scene that doesn't hand out passes, he's used to spitting bars like they're lifelines. But even raw talent can feel like not enough when you're drowning in doubt, dodging failure, and hustling to flip the script on your life. Enter Tatiana Jackson. A powerhouse with a voice soaked in soul and star potential. She's no stranger to nights on borrowed time, pages of her notebook filled with unreleased and unrecorded material, and chasing the kind of spotlight that rarely shines on women like her. She's fighting for respect in a game that would rather box her in than hear her truth. Their worlds collide on a Saturday night at the Shelter-his rhymes, her reason. Two voices, different cadences, one shared hunger: to be seen, to be heard, to matter. In the city where dreams come with bruises and every mic is a battlefield, Jimmy and Tatiana are about to find out that sometimes the only way to rise is together-rhythm meets melody, rhyme meets reason.

IN WHICH, Adeline Percy and her sister Pearletta experience the most terrifying night of their entire lives, all due to the promise of money. They navigate love, recovery and acceptance. **DISCONTINUED!!

A Will Turner love story ~ A flower and a blacksmith were best friends. The young girl fell in love with the young boy. But he thinks he loves another and she is betrothed to another. The two friends teamed up with a pirate to save the girl the young boy thinks he loves from a group of bad pirates. ~ I DO NOT OWN PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN OR ITS CHARACTERS ONLY OW

They grew up on hymns and hushes-whispers in the pews, glances that held too much and said too little. She knew Sammie Moore before she knew desire. Before her father shattered her spirit. Before the juke joint showed her how easy it was to get lost in music, in liquor... in him. They've been tied together from the start-always good, always clean, always saints. But the night they give in, the night they finally let go and become sinners... they land straight on the devil's playground. Vampires prowl. Blood spills. Friends vanish. Families fall apart. But the wound that cuts the deepest-the one that never stops aching-is the love they still can't walk away from. Love isn't a sin. But if it was... It'd be the deadliest one of all. I DO NOT OWN SINNERS: the cake and praise goes to amazing mind, Ryan Coogler. Only thing I own is my own OC, which is you, and her backstory!

SINNERS MOVIE FANFICTION Sinner A Southern Gothic Supernatural Romance In the sweltering heat of the Mississippi Delta, where blues music hums through the night and secrets linger like smoke, a woman named Belle Rose steps out of a dream and into the heart of the juke joint known only as Club Juke. Dressed in red and glowing like a memory too beautiful to be real, Belle captures the attention of every soul in the room, especially twin brothers Stack and Smoke Moore. One is fire. The other is ash. One is her future. The other, her fate. But Belle isn't just any woman she's the last descendant of Isabelle Luna, an angelic protector long thought lost to history. And she's about to uncover that she carries more than beauty in her blood... she carries light. As forbidden desires ignite between Belle and Stack, and Smoke's love begins to unravel into something darker, the town is stalked by an ancient evil-Remmick, a vampire who believes Belle holds the power to destroy him... or complete him. Vampires gather. Old sins rise. And the Delta's shadows grow long with hunger. In a place where vampires can't enter without invitation, where music is magic, and where love just might burn brighter than destiny, Belle must decide who she truly is-and which brother holds her heart before the night takes it all.

Smoke Moore didn't come home from the Great War clean. After surviving the trenches of France, he carved out a name in the dark corners of Chicago-running liquor, gambling with ghosts, and doing whatever it took to stay one step ahead of the law. He finished his business in Chicago, came back wealthier, and bought land to protect his black folks from white control. He thought he'd left feeling behind. Until the day she stepped off that train. Madison Davis. The white girl from across the fence. As children, he watched her from the cotton rows-her hair catching the sun as she ran barefoot through fields he could never touch. He was just a boy in the dirt. She was a dream behind barbed wire and skin. Now she's grown. Beautiful. Untouchable. And standing right in front of him. In a world still shackled by hate, Smoke is forced to reckon with what stirs in his chest. He doesn't know if it's love, madness, or something worse. All he knows is-if he reaches for her, it could cost them both everything. Smoke in the Cottonfield is a gritty, Southern noir about a war-scarred Black man caught between survival and longing in Jim Crow Mississippi. It's a story of forbidden love, buried pasts, and the kind of choices that haunt a man long after the smoke clears. | 1# SmokeMoore. | 1# StackMoore.

Veronica "Vee" Mercer had a plan-a career in the music industry, a fiancé, a future that made sense. Then she walked in on him cheating, and just like that, everything was gone. With no job, no reputation, and no reason to stay sober, she moves to Detroit to crash with her best friend, thinking she'll figure shit out. Instead, she starts drinking too much, partying too hard, and slipping into a world she never thought she'd belong to. She wasn't trying to be a groupie. She swore she'd never be that girl. But after enough bad nights and worse decisions, somehow, that's exactly what she becomes. That's how she meets Marshall. Arrogant. Cold. Completely full of himself. He doesn't do attachments. He doesn't give a fuck. Women are distractions, leeches, nothing but trouble. And Vee? She plays the role-shows up, stays in his bed, but never acts like she needs him. Where other women fall at his feet, she doesn't give a shit. Where others wait on his calls, she ignores them. And suddenly? Marshall's the one losing it. When she's with someone else? He snaps. When she dodges his calls? He spirals. He swears he'd be so much better off without her. So why the fuck can't he let her go? A toxic, addictive push-and-pull love story built on obsession, arrogance, and the one girl who refuses to play by his rules.

Luca has always been drawn to strong, independent women, but when Aria joins SWAT as their new tech specialist, she challenges everything he thought he knew about relationships. Unlike the women he's dated before, Aria values her space, thrives in her own world of code and weapon designs, and has a strict sense of order. Her intelligence, kindness, and passion for baking add depth to her otherwise serious personality. As she settles into the team, Luca finds himself intrigued by her, even though they don't officially meet until episode 9. Aria, on the other hand, has spent most of her life surrounded by military men-her three brothers, her retired father, and even her godfather, Hicks. This is her first job outside of academia and military circles, and while she excels in her field, she struggles with adapting to SWAT's fast-paced, unpredictable nature. She prefers order, but chaos is part of the job. When a major cases threatens the safety of Los Angeles, Aria's expertise becomes critical. Even before she meets Luca, her presence is felt as she works behind the scenes, providing intel, hacking into enemy networks, and crafting high-tech solutions. Eventually, their paths cross in a way neither of them expects, setting the stage for an undeniable connection.