Pushing himself from the door Gulian neared her, standing in front of her. "I want you to stop seeing 𝙝𝙞𝙢, that's what I want." Kyomi scoffed as she shook her head. "Why would I stop doing that? Just 'cause you call yourself asking nicely?"

Eight years ago, Rae Mitchell left Glencoe, Georgia without a goodbye. No note, no explanation, just a suitcase full of ambition and a heart too full to stay. She was supposed to outrun the memories. The whispers. And especially Khalil Reed, the boy who once made her believe in forever. But now she's back. Her grandmother's unexpected fall pulls her home, and with no job, no apartment, and a scandal she's still trying to forget, Rae has nowhere else to go. Glencoe hasn't changed, but Rae has. And so has Khalil. Once her first love, now the man she ghosted, Khalil isn't interested in forgiveness or small talk. He's running a business, raising his teenage sister, and trying not to care that Rae's name still hits him like it used to. In a town where everyone remembers who you used to be, Rae must confront what she left behind-family, friendship, and the one person who never stopped waiting for her to come home. But some wounds don't stay buried. Some love never really leaves. And some promises are made to be broken... until they aren't.

She was all mouth. He was all action. And somehow, they understood each other perfectly. Raven Cross talks fast, moves louder, and keeps her heart guarded behind the kind of attitude that makes most men fold. Scourge? He doesn't talk much at all. Known only by the name that made him a quiet legend in the streets, Donnell Mercer lives on the edge of respect, fear, and secrets. He's not the type to fall, and definitely not for someone like Raven. But what starts off as a well-kept secret slowly turns into something harder to control. And when the lines blur between casual and something more, neither of them are ready for what it exposes. This is a spinoff from the book My Slime. In order for this book to fully make sense, please read My Slime first!

"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. ❀ 🝳 ❀

ROME He wasn't looking for love. Hell, he barely trusted loyalty. With a past soaked in pain, betrayal, and blood, Roman Carter, better known to the world as ROME, built his name from the ground up. Platinum plaques, sold-out shows, and a reputation that kept both fans and enemies on edge. The industry knew him as a menace, the blogs called him dangerous, but beneath it all was a man still carrying ghosts. And he planned to keep it that way, until her. KALI She wasn't just good at her job, she was the best. A high-profile PR powerhouse known for fixing the unfixable. From red carpet scandals to career-saving rebrands, Kali Raye's name rang bells behind the scenes of Hollywood's biggest stars. Her world was sleek, polished, and calculated. Just how she liked it. Until it all unraveled. The career. The relationship. The control. One by one, everything Kali thought she had a handle on started slipping. And somehow, the one man she was supposed to keep at a distance became the one she couldn't let go. Now, with the industry watching, reputations on the line, and emotions running hotter than ever, Kali has to decide what's worth protecting: the image she built or the man threatening to break down every wall she's ever had. This wasn't supposed to be a love story. Until it was.

𝙨𝙖𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙚 𝙭 𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣. ❦ | 𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . ᶜʰʳⁱᵃᵐᵒⁿᵗᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡ ᵍʰᵉᵗᵗᵒ 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is a haunting, slow burn descent into the kind of love that feels more like a loaded gun than a safe place to land. Set in the shadows of Los Angeles, where palm trees line the blocks but can't cover up the sirens, body bags & trauma, it follows the twisted, all consuming bond between two souls, two victims of life's circumstances, too damaged to love right, but too addicted to let go. This ain't ALL fiction. It's the unfiltered truth of what happens when love turns toxic, when passion is laced with pain, & when walking away could save your life, but staying feels like the only way to breathe. It's about being hooked on someone who breaks you in pieces, slowly, until you don't even recognize your own reflection. What makes it worse for them? The violence didn't just live outside their door. Both were born into a family war where colors, street names, & grudges were damn near inherited. Their love was always a risk, always a target. They tried to escape it, to build something that didn't echo their past with one other, but still, the pain followed. Loss piled up. Friends, family, pieces of themselves, until even love felt like another battlefield. The streets never really let go of their past. Not when last names are triggers. Not when loyalty is life or death. In this story, heartbreak isn't some poetic lifetime script, it's violent & real. Mental peace is a luxury, & the heart's pull feels more like a curse than a blessing. 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐍 is for the ones who loved past the red flags, stayed through the damage, & bled for a connection that was never safe to begin with. It's violent. Tender. Fucked up. But it's honest.

Allure...to powerfully attract or charm; tempt. It was the physical attraction that they believed kept them coming back, but in reality, it was more than that. Two broken souls, unaware to the fact the fix was one another.

Kensley wasn't sure what she wanted in life until she met Elijah. Elijah had everything he wanted in life, and then he met Kensley. Despite both their better judgment, a reckless romance ensues, leaving many casualties along the way.

𝖨𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝖨 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎