At twenty-three, Kori thought she had love all figured out: steady boundaries, clear intentions, no room for chaos. But then there's Three. Three's twenty-five with a heavy past and an even heavier heart. The streets taught him to move ruthless, but one look at Kori had him rethinking everything. What starts as a friendship becomes calls that run too long and rides that don't end at the curb. Three falls first while Kori keeps drawing lines he's ready to cross. He's learning to heal. She's learning to trust. Together they're walking a line between danger and devotion. Where every laugh, every glance, every silence feels like more than it should. This isn't just a love story. It's a slow burn in real time with two hearts circling the fire, daring each other to step closer.

Before the crowds screamed his name, before the league talks and the magazine covers, he met her. Calista Marchand. Not the kind of girl you run game on. She was sharp where it counted, soft only when she wanted to be. Real Brooklyn - pretty in the face, slick with the mouth, and solid with her hands if you stepped wrong. She kept her circle small, her loyalty tighter. The kind of woman who knew how to turn silence into safety and side-eyes into shut-ups. Men feared her. Girls tried to be her. She didn't chase, didn't fold, didn't need nobody. Until Ibrahim Montaigne walked into her life like he had all the time in the world. He didn't come with sweet nothings or flashy promises - just steady presence. Intent in his eyes, patience in his chest, and something rare behind the way he looked at her. Like he saw through the polish and the fire, like he knew the woman behind the defense. He didn't try to tame her. He studied her. Let her be exactly who she was. The shift was slow. She still fought when needed, still had a rep in the streets and in the salon chair. But somewhere between nursing exams and late-night block parties, she started saving parts of herself just for him. The quiet parts. The delicate ones. The ones nobody else got close to. And when she crossed that graduation stage, RN-BSN stitched behind her name and her grandmother crying in the crowd - he bragged harder than anyone. Didn't care who was listening. Forget MVP, forget the championship rings. She was the win. She was the headline. The girl from Brooklyn with spitfire in her lungs, gold in her smile, and a softness only he ever got to see. This isn't a story about being chosen. It's about choosing each other. No fairytales. Just Brooklyn grit and a love that never let go.

In the sun-soaked edges of Miami, where the ocean hums against the shore and pastel neon glows like a pulse in the sand, their love flared with a heat that could blister anything it touched. She was ambition in mirrored shades and salt-tangled hair, chasing dreams bigger than the high-rises crowding Brickell's skyline. He was smooth charm with a dangerous undertow, a street-wise whisper of Little Havana who wore his secrets like tattoos beneath a linen shirt. Together, they tore through Miami nights like a tropical storm-loud, electric, impossible to outrun. Their passion was tidal, pulling them back together even when the wounds were raw, even when the apologies sounded like ultimatums. They loved in extremes: stolen kisses on rooftop pools, voices raised on sun-baked sidewalks, breakups that melted in the humidity, and reunions that hit like the first sip of strong cafecito. But Miami hears everything-the clubs murmuring, neighbors side-eyeing, the streets predicting the inevitable wreck. In a city built on heat and hustle, their story played out like a bittersweet bolero: vibrant, aching, unforgettable. In the end, it wasn't Miami that broke them-it was the weight of their own blaze, a love too volatile to last but far too fierce to ever fully let go. - Read at your own risk!

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.

𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗒...

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇- He told her one thing "you ain't see shit if you wanna keep that pretty face connected to your body." She was never supposed to cross paths with Giomani "Gio" Blackwood, suit-wearing, gun-toting underboss of New York's most feared family. But one wrong night put her in his world, and Gio don't believe in coincidences. Now she's tied to the man the streets call a monster. And the craziest part? The more she learns about him, the harder it gets to hate him. Cold. Calculated. Fine as hell. Gio runs everything - and when his father steps down, he's coming for the throne. But love and loyalty don't mix in the mafia. And in Gio's world, you either with him... or you against him. Ain't no in-between. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 & 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃!

"Tell me you don't want that," his darkened eyes clashed with her dazed ones, "Say it, and we'll stop right now. Tell me, and I'll go." Silence hung in the air, the distant hum of passing cars and crickets fading into the night. "Cause I have every intention of making you my wife, the mother of my kids, my everything. I want that. I want you. Understand?" Her eyes welled up, and her lips trembled as she swallowed hard, then nodded quickly, "I want that too." "That's what I thought, baby." ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Cerise Rowan liked to keep things simple. Her days were a steady loop of sleep, eat, study, repeat. She told herself she valued comfort, though in truth, change terrified her. With change came anxiety, and her mind, already a delicate balance, struggled to cope. Her favorite S-words: sleep, solitude, and snacks, were enough to keep her "mild" disorder in check. Until another one entered her life. Well... two. If you count sex. ♡ Saint Novak lived by two rules: stay comfortable and take each day as it came. With his intimidating presence and (mostly) emotionless exterior, he wasn't exactly easy to get to know. He didn't waste time on dead ends, keeping his life decisively organized. People and things included. But Saint's problems were far from "mild". For years, he believed he had nothing to lose. Now, he's learning what it means to have goals, to want more, and to keep what's important to him close. So what happens when he walks into his parlor and is greeted by a new face? A very pretty face. One that stirs desires he didn't even know he had. Well, one taste of her is more than enough to set a few more goals.

Something called love... Ayanna never asked for attention. She's quiet, focused, and just trying to heal from the grief that never really left her. Working late nights at a tattoo shop is how she copes, alone, unbothered, and uninterested in drama. Then Hunxho walks in. A rising rapper with eyes that hold too many secrets and a name that carries weight in more places than just music charts. He's used to women falling over him, used to fast love and fake loyalty. But Ayanna's different. She doesn't flinch. Doesn't chase. Doesn't care who he is. At least, that's what she tells herself. What starts as a late-night walk in turns into a slow-burning connection neither of them expected. But when pain runs deep and loyalty gets tested, love anit always enough. Sometimes the heart wants what it fears the most.

Ensleey is bold, confident, and used to being underestimated. She makes every entrance count and thrives in the spotlight of her junior year at PVAMU. Malik is calm, controlled, and carries a weight few ever see.. campus basketball star, senior, and untouchable to most. When their worlds collide, sparks fly. From unexpected encounters in the dorm to late night study sessions and quiet, stolen moments, they discover that despite pride, pressure, and past scars, love can grow where they least expect it. Love. Legacy. And the choices that define them both.