"I'm ready to give you that freedom. You and your father can leave." I froze. What? I looked at him, eyes wide with disbelief, searching for any sign he was lying. Any smirk, any cruel glint. But he was calm. Too calm. Then he spoke again-and his words struck like a bolt of lightning straight through me. "But for that..." he paused, his voice dipping to a deadly softness, "you have to be my breeder." She was the kind of girl whose world revolved around her cats and her jesus. Daughter of one of Ireland's most influential figures, she lived behind the guarded gates of power but felt like a stranger in her own home. With a stepmother who wore venom like perfume and a stepsister who never missed a chance to tear her down, Niamh learned to find solace in silence. She didn't mind the isolation-not really. But everything changed with a single glance. One dance of seduction. One moment of tamtation.That was all it took to unravel the threads of her carefully stitched life. She believed in fairytales. In is prince and kindness. In magic that heals. But instead, she found herself tangled in the dark salvation of a man who had no light left in him. The fairytale she longed for didn't come with a white horse. It came cloaked in blood, wrapped in chains, and whispered promises laced with pain. And the moment she stepped into his world, there was no going back. "He craves her purity just to stain it with his sins"

Why do we stay in situations even after it's clear they no longer serve us? In relationships where love was never really love, and the person we're holding onto means us no good? Time after time, the signs are there to prove they aren't our person. Yet we still stay. Why? Is it comfort, denial, fear? And if a sign came that could change your situation, how big would it have to be for you to take it? For Nahmir, that sign came on another Friday night from a girl he met at a club he wasn't even supposed to be at, doing things he had no business doing. Now, he's stuck at a crossroads: stay in the mess he's used to or change his ways and take a chance on Tahje. And even if he chose the later...is she even going for that? She has no problem taking his money, letting him woo her with gifts and sweet talk-but on the real, she knew she wasn't about to get caught up in drama over a man she just met. Especially, an apparently taken one at that. Only time would tell. - 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 2025

At twenty nine, Rue returns to her hometown of East Harlem New York to check on her family and honor the late birthday of her childhood best friend, Emari ". Now a famous makeup artist , Rue has built a life far from the city she once ran from but being back brings up memories she tried to bury. What she doesn't expect is to see Azriel, an old childhood friend she hasn't spoken to since he went to prison years ago. Struggling with the loss of Emari, Rue fled the city without thinking about how deeply her absence would hurt him. Left alone to face jail and life without anyone in his corner, Azriel accepted the consequences of the streets. Years later, he's no longer the boy she knew but a world known boxer. With unresolved pain, guilt, and feelings neither of them ever truly let go of, Rue and Azriel are forced to face the past.

Junior nudged her leg with his foot and tilted his head while he watched her groan in her sleep. She was covered in all kinds of cuts, and there was blood all over the floor. He watched as her eyes fluttered open, before she moved fast. She scrambled backwards and her heel skidded uselessly, as she threw herself back into the corner. Her hands shot up in defense, "I didn't take anything, I swear to God, please." Her voiced cracked not wanting to look at the man that was towering over her.

I can't lose , when I'm with you ❤️💤

Mob ties, wealth, prosperity. Those were the three things that circulated Luciano; A wealthy businessman's life. Wealth, Mafia ties, and Murder were Kyrei's diversions. Two cutthroat sociopaths trying to survive in the jungle-also known as the streets. Will they let their wrongdoings define them and pin them against one another, or will they learn to coexist and put their differences aside? Cover made by @triceynexttdoor 💕

Tyler "Tank" Carter, a 22 year old truck driver crosses paths with Kayla Knight, an 18 year old girl who running away home as he is enroute to drop off a load from Augusta, Georgia to Bangor, Maine.

Keon "Kae" Briggs was born and built in Ridge Pointe, a place where loyalty weighs heavy, losses come early, and boys grow into men faster than they should. Youngest of five, raised in a house full of brothers tied to the streets, Kae was the only one the neighborhood protected. Football wasn't just his gift; it was his lifeline. His way out. His one clean thing. Amira Fields is quiet in a way that makes people underestimate her. A soft-spoken, introverted girl who grew up with manga notebooks, science kits, and a mind that never stopped building things. When Ridge Pointe Low was home, she was the kid who stayed inside drawing anime while chaos moved outside the window. Shy. Observant. Different in a way kids picked on. What happens when the two connect after years apart, after years of learning themselves, losing themselves, and finding out home wasn't a place, it was a person?

"She not like the others, Ma. She real." Phoenyx spoke with conviction. "She makes me feel-" "Like a bitch." Persephone cut in, raising off of the couch. "You lettin' her soften you up. I ain't raise you to be no simp." "Forreal, Ma?" Phoenyx felt the heat rising to his face, a mixture of embarrassment and anger. "Why can't you just let me have this?" "Have what?" Persephone scoffed. "This shit ain't you. You gon' start actin' like somebody's fuckin' husband now? You think love gon' save you in these streets?" • • • • • • 𝙰 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎. ❤️‍🔥👻 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟹 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 (𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗-𝚘𝚏𝚏)

SEQUEL TO THE ART OF MANIPULATION Jonika thought the bullet ended everything-his empire, his hold on her heart, and the man she loved but was forced to betray. She tried to rebuild, to bury the grief under the illusion of a normal life. But grief doesn't stay buried. It claws. It festers. And some ghosts don't stay dead. When fate drags Jonika back into the shadows she thought she'd escaped, she finds herself hunted by the very man she once destroyed. His face is the same, his eyes colder, his love and fury tangled into something she can't escape. Now she doesn't know if he has returned to reclaim her heart... or claim her life.