𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 was the kind of girl who followed the rules; soft hearted, quiet, and careful with who she let in. 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 "𝐒𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤" 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 was the reason people locked their doors at night; charming, feared, and loyal to a world he'd belong to. What started as something simple turned into something raw, all consuming, and unforgettable. He gave her a taste of danger. She gave him something to protect and want to be better for; but love in their collided worlds doesn't come easy. Especially when a thorn meets a rose. 🥇 in bwhm -06/16/25 🥇 in hoodromance- 06/19/25 🥉 in urbanromance- 06/21/25 🥇 in urban- 06/22/25 🥇 in thug- 12/3/25

Jahaira Maddox is a quiet librarian who prefers a life free of drama, but her world is turned upside down when she learns that her father took out a shark loan from the infamous mafia family, the Sinclairs. Landon Sinclair is dangerous, and the only way she can get him off her back is to... accept his invitation to dinner?

Jream "Tiny" Mallory is used to being overlooked. At 5'3" with a soft baby voice, small curves, and a heart too big for her own good, she's the sweet nurse everybody loves-but nobody really sees. She spends her nights patching up strangers, never expecting her life to change... until she saves Cassius "Cash" Vale, a cocky underground street boxer with a reputation for breaking jaws and never losing a fight. From the moment he lays eyes on her caramel skin and hears that shy baby voice scolding him, Cash is hooked. She's nothing like the women he's used to-soft, shy, and too good for his world. But Cash doesn't do goodbyes or missed chances. If he wants something, he takes it. And he wants Tiny-all of her. So when Jream tries to keep her distance, Cash makes the decision for her. One night, he snatches her, claiming she belongs to him. What starts as a dangerous game of obsession turns into something deeper as he slowly breaks through her insecurities with his daily compliments, endless worship of her tiny frame, and the kind of love she never thought she deserved. But loving a man like Cash comes with risks. His world is violent, and being his woman makes her a target. When an enemy uses her to get revenge, Cash will have to fight the biggest battle of his life-not just in the ring, but for the woman who stole his heart. A slow-burn hood romance full of cocky banter, obsessive love, and R&B vibes-perfect for fans of Jade Jones and Jahquel J.

I wrap my hands around her throat pulling her onto me. " I know you hear me talking to you, La'yori." " No touching the dancers" is all she says to me . "I do whatever the fuck i want" i cursed letting go of her neck. I grip the small piece of fabric around her waist. The music starts to play as she places her hand on my chest , climbing on top of me straddling my lap. She slowly grinds her body against my dick. All i could think about was how good she would look riding me. Holding her waist to give her more support as i bite my lips holding back my groans. My dick hardens and i feel my pants tightened from how hard i was.. La'yori Potts and Syair Spencer were dragged out the house by their best-friends. What happens when they run into each other at a new club that just opened up in town?

Every time Isaiah looked at himself in the mirror, he was constantly reminded of the most traumatic moment of his life. He grew to hate himself until Namiko randomly waltzed into his life one day and began teaching him how to love himself again. It was as if she was his second chance. He'd been so pissed off all night to the point where he was physically shaking like a ticking bomb. This one hug from her felt like the rainbow after a severe thunderstorm. He couldn't believe that his sanity really depended on her. He'd never reached this point of love before. She brought him so much peace. That's why he loved her the way that he did; the reason why he couldn't stand to spend a single second away from her and why he depended on her to keep him sane. She was just it; like a breath of fresh air. He never expected the woman that ended up stealing his heart would be a real life Disney Princess wandering cluelessly around New York City; an autistic one, at that.

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."

She crosses paths with a man whose charm feels effortless and whose presence feels safe... until the shadows around him start to move. She falls for him quick unaware that he's carrying a life she's never seen - a life stitched together with danger, loyalty, and secrets heavy enough to break anyone who gets too close. As their worlds intertwine, the truth begins to surface in pieces, forcing her to question everything she thought she knew about love, trust, and herself. Their connection is real, undeniable even, but the double life he lives threatens to pull them under. In a story where loyalty twists, danger breathes, and love refuses to let go, one question lingers above all: Will the secrets he hides be the thing that destroys them... or the fire that binds them tighter than they ever imagined?

"Halima just called me." She spoke up, talking about my sister. "She said your mom wanted to talk to me." "Oh yeah.." I trailed off, thinking about what my brother had just told me. "She wun' see you and Mya." I told her, already knowing what it was my mama wanted from her. "Yeah, I know. We just talked." She spoke surely as I licked my lips slowly, waiting for what she was going to say next. I already knew she wasn't feeling it. "It's just-" "I don't want to go down there and you-" She started but stopped as I waited for her to speak. "-you get involved with them again." She spoke truthfully, saying shit that I already knew she would. I already knew she was gone bring that shit up. She always do. "I don't trust Delante or any of your stupid ass friends because they are only interested in taking you backwards, Cain." "And I'm not going for that again." "I'm not." She spoke seriously and I sighed deeply, really used to hearing this shit already. "We're at a better place in our lives and I'm not playing those street games anymore."

"Cain, if you can't leave the streets for me and our baby, then me and you, we're done." I pointed between the two of us as tears streamed down my face and he bit his lip, looking down at the floor before he looked back up into my eyes. "Aight." "Shit over then, babygirl."

"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.