Khalil is a country man. He's the town's very own slacker, party goer, and womanizer. Gabrielle is a city girl who doesn't take his shit. **** Once a lively ring, Khalil's family equestrian rink called, "The Bowl", now sits quiet. The crowds are leaving, the money's drying up, and the legacy that his great grandfather built is slipping through their fingers. When his father's health takes a sudden turn, Khalil is forced to step up and take the reins; literally and figuratively. Across the street, Gabrielle is spending the summer with her grandparents, camera in hand and dreams of NYU in her back pocket. She doesn't expect to get involved, but something about The Bowl and Khalil pulls her in. What begins as a small effort to help becomes a full-blown mission to save the struggling rink. But rebuilding isn't easy. Especially with a wealthy, white-owned rival rink circling like vultures, waiting to bury them. As tensions mount, long-buried family secrets surface, and Khalil and Gabrielle's bond is tested by jealousy, grief, and growing expectations. In a county divided by class and race, they'll have to decide what-and who-is worth fighting for. ****

Two years after Aiyana Brooks' death, her boyfriend Kaelen starts over in D.C., where he meets Kareem, a law student drawn to his mystery. As their bond deepens, Kaelen's past resurfaces, and Kareem is forced to question whether he's falling for a wrongfully accused man or helping a killer hide.

At just 23, Dakarai "Dayday" Kingston has carved out a chilling legacy as the most ruthless serial killers to mankind. Hardened by the streets since the age of 13 and scarred by a violent upbringing, Dayday learned early that trust is a luxury he can't afford. But when betrayal cuts closer than ever, Dayday is forced to kill the two people he once held closest. Now on the run and hunted by those who want revenge, he's plunged deeper into a cold, merciless world where one wrong move means death. In a life built on lies, blood, and survival, Dayday lives by one rule: Trust No One

"I give what I receive, lately, I ain't been feelin' loved at all." - Hunxho Jamouri was never built to save anybody. He's stuck between a past that won't let go and a future that don't know the truth yet. A baby mama who knows his worst habits, his soft spots, and exactly how to pull them. A new woman who feels like peace - until she starts asking the wrong questions. Sa'Raina comes with history. Blood ties. A daughter he barely sees and a bond that never really broke, just turned bitter. Sy'ani is temptation wrapped in calm - fine, quiet, and way more aware than she lets on. This isn't love. It's ego, lust, control - a messy, unspoken arrangement built on late nights, half-truths, and blurred lines nobody wants to claim. Everybody wants something. Nobody's telling the whole truth. This ain't a fairytale. This that hood reality - where sex is loud, secrets are louder, and somebody always pays when a man thinks he can have it all.

He wasn't supposed to want her. She wasn't supposed to want him. But when Josiah's vow to never fall again collides with Ani'Dae's quiet temptation, the spark between them becomes impossible to ignore. Every look lingers too long. Every touch feels like betrayal. And the closer they fall into each other, the louder Josiah's past claws at the present-ready to shatter everything they've built. Desire this dangerous never stays a secret... and some skeletons refuse to stay buried. A love too forbidden to hide, and secrets too dark to bury.

Kade never thought he would find himself falling as deep as he did. One lonely intimate night with Rae aka Candy left him ready to risk it all. She made him feel ways his fiancé couldn't. He wanted her, he needed her bad. All it took is for him to have a dose of Candy Coated Kisses. How did Rae find herself falling for the man she just wanted to make feel good temporarily? It was never supposed to get this far.. now she's left stuck in a love cycle she never wanted to end.

"𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗅, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌." She was everything he wasn't. Confident, precious, mature. Kentrell stared at the older women as if she had hung the moon and painted the stars across the dark sky. Amani was everything to him, but in such a quick accident, Kentrell soon feels his everything becoming but a distant memory - a...dream, some may call it.

Kori Vaughn thought her past was buried the day she left the block. Thirteen years later, a key shows up, along with a name she hasn't heard since the night everything changed. The inheritance is real but so is the danger that's been waiting for her to come back.