‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Nour Delour doesn't chase men. She manufactures them. Shapes their desire with oils, honey, blood, and flame. In her Harlem candle boutique, every scent has a spell, every wick a whisper of old Southern rootwork passed down from women who knew how to make love feel like a fever. So when Rajah Thomas━the ex who ghosted her, walks by her shop window with his new girl on his arm, Nour doesn't cry. She gets even. She carves his name into wax, mixes it with her own essence, then lights the candle her grandmother warned her never to use: the 𝗪𝗮𝘅 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁. It doesn't just draw Rajah back━it 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘴 him. And this time, he returns with wet eyes, trembling hands, and a craving he can't explain. He's starving for her aroma, her skin, her darkness. He says her name like a prayer. Cries when she lets him taste her. Tells her he'll never leave again. But obsession has a cost, and magic always demands balance. As the flame burns lower, Rajah unravels. He starts sleeping outside her door. Sobbing when she doesn't answer. Losing jobs, friends, time. As for Nour? She's not untouched. She's sweating through her sheets. Moaning his name in her sleep. Bleeding from places that shouldn't bleed. The spell has tethered them by more than lust━it's welded their souls into something unnatural, and if she tries to break it, 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩. Still, there's a part of her━the part that wanted this━that isn't ready to let go. Because this love? It's not soft. It's not safe. It's 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆. 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄. @GLOSSNEILES ON THE COVER ART.

𝐓𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝. Phaith devoted her life to her father's church, she was known for her dedication and unwavering faith, always following the teachings that had built her upbringing. However, as she entered her twenties, Phaith began to experience feelings that left her confused. Phaith wanted to explore these feelings, to understand herself better, but she worried deeply about the consequences. The thought of disappointing her father along with the church community that had been her foundation weighed heavily on her heart. Torn between her desire to embrace her true self and her commitment to her faith. Ultimately, she is searching for a way to align her heart with her belief. @-𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

After years of observation in the shadows, Judah, a notorious and well respected drug trafficker, becomes obsessed with a basketball lover, Kianna-after being tasked with killing her-despite her unawareness of his existence. He proceeds to carry out the kidnapping plan but changes his mind about ending her life; instead, he manages to make her fall deeply in love with him. Judah then makes an audacious decision to train Kianna as his protégé, molding her into a skilled assassin who echoes his own deadly prowess. Together, they navigate treacherous paths, balancing their turbulent lives with the sensual whirlwind of love that entangles them.

Remember those walls I built? Well baby they're 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧 down. 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝟑𝟑𝐓𝐆𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐏 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 Started:07/06/2022 Published:07/14/2022 • 01/29/2023 Finished:

and even if your not here to stay. i'm happy the universe aloud your soul to stop by. [short story] 𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝟐𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 - 𝐧𝐨𝐯 𝟐𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 "𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯"

"I'll play you." Kross challenged with a serious expression on his face, smoothly twirling the basketball on his pointer finger. "For what?" Amiko sighed heavily, a bored look on her face, crossing her arms over her chest, tapping her foot repeatedly on the ground. "𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭."

"I see nun wrong with seeing gangsta's cry..." the rewritten, heartfelt version. cover by: wordsbykay