"Imma always be thea' fa' you ma"

Before the crowds screamed his name, before the league talks and the magazine covers, he met her. Calista Marchand. Not the kind of girl you run game on. She was sharp where it counted, soft only when she wanted to be. Real Brooklyn - pretty in the face, slick with the mouth, and solid with her hands if you stepped wrong. She kept her circle small, her loyalty tighter. The kind of woman who knew how to turn silence into safety and side-eyes into shut-ups. Men feared her. Girls tried to be her. She didn't chase, didn't fold, didn't need nobody. Until Ibrahim Montaigne walked into her life like he had all the time in the world. He didn't come with sweet nothings or flashy promises - just steady presence. Intent in his eyes, patience in his chest, and something rare behind the way he looked at her. Like he saw through the polish and the fire, like he knew the woman behind the defense. He didn't try to tame her. He studied her. Let her be exactly who she was. The shift was slow. She still fought when needed, still had a rep in the streets and in the salon chair. But somewhere between nursing exams and late-night block parties, she started saving parts of herself just for him. The quiet parts. The delicate ones. The ones nobody else got close to. And when she crossed that graduation stage, RN-BSN stitched behind her name and her grandmother crying in the crowd - he bragged harder than anyone. Didn't care who was listening. Forget MVP, forget the championship rings. She was the win. She was the headline. The girl from Brooklyn with spitfire in her lungs, gold in her smile, and a softness only he ever got to see. This isn't a story about being chosen. It's about choosing each other. No fairytales. Just Brooklyn grit and a love that never let go.

*Synopsis* Rain Jameson has always felt the overwhelming burden of expectation, a weight that has shaped her life from an early age. Living in the suffocating shadow of her older sister, she has faced a relentless barrage of comparisons that have intensified her mother's grip on her. Her mother, a woman of unwavering ambition, has meticulously crafted Rain's life, still at the age of 22, dictating every detail in pursuit of perfection. The one sanctuary she has found amidst this chaos is figure skating-a graceful art her mother introduced her to when she was just a child. The icy rink has become Rain's refuge, a place where she can express her true self as she glides effortlessly across the surface, mastering spins and leaps that leave spectators breathless. As her senior year at Boston University approaches, she pours her heart and soul into the skating team, balancing her studies with intensive training and dreaming of a future that could break her mother's tight grip. Across campus, Beckham Wade stands at the center of attention as the legendary star of the hockey team at 23. From the moment he took his first steps, the rink has felt like his second home-a place where he trains tirelessly, his skates carving arcs in the ice. Inspired by his father, once a famous player himself. He embodies the essence of a natural athlete, his muscles toned from practice and gameplay, filled with the exuberance of youth. Days are spent honing his skills, while nights blur into wild parties where laughter echoes and adrenaline reigns. He grapples with the envy of his male peers, many of whom view him as a rival rather than a friend. As winter unfolds, Rain and Beckham are drawn closer on the rink. A spark ignites between them, hinting at a chemistry that's hard to ignore. Yet, as their feelings grow, they stand at a crossroads, aware that what could blossom into something beautiful might also cost them the very sanctuaries that define their lives

Angelina's life took a turn when she left her father's country for New York City because of a scholarship she received. With her drowning in her self-insecurities and anxieties about being a curvaceous biracial. Nathaniel, one of the eligible bachelors in the State with a killer smiling face and body. The sole heir to his family's companies and a loyal fiance to his girlfriend. His fiance left him on his wedding day with a breakup letter. Due to the paparazzi and public eyes, he needed a replacement. #notyourtypicalbwwmbook

Aaliyah never planned on catching the eye of Leo Ramirez. A quiet, brooding basketball player who looks at her like she's trouble & like he'd burn the whole world for her.

𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘. " A rare and nearly obsolete word meaning 'the act of loving in return' or 'loving someone in the same degree'. " 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄. (not edited).

❝ came into my life while i was sinking. i been on that type of time with demons. all the time i was outside, i was creepin'. it was love at first sight, girl when you walked in. ❞

𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

Yo, be my video girl, dance sexy for me Do it like you got Hennessy, do it like we got chemistry Video girl, rub all on me I know you got you a man, but do it with no apology Cover by @Glossneiles 🤍

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀