Blackromance Stories

People spent my childhood telling me I was too dark, too tall, and too ugly. My mama told me they were wrong. Then I met Tyron Ford. He was chubby, funny, missing a front tooth, and carried a basketball everywhere he went. Somehow, he became my best friend. For years, we were inseparable. Until one day... we weren't. Childhood friends. Family drama. Church gossip. First heartbreak. First love. This is the story of how we grew up. And how I learned that being loved by someone else means nothing if you don't love yourself first.

I'm not used to you, giving me The love I need.

(𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠) 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐨

Nia Brooks has devoted her entire life to escaping the environment that has taken everything from her. Balancing two jobs, caring for her younger brother, and pursuing her aspiration of becoming a nurse, she has no time for love-especially not with a man whose last name runs the city. Kairo King was born into power he never wanted. As the heir to his father's ruthless empire, loyalty is expected, weakness is punished, and walking away isn't an option. But beneath his feared reputation is a man desperate for a different life. When a single night forces their worlds together, an unexpected connection begins to grow. As enemies become allies and stolen moments turn into undeniable feelings, Nia and Kairo find themselves caught between love and loyalty. But in a city where secrets are buried, betrayals run deep, and every choice comes with a price, falling in love may be the most dangerous decision they've ever made. Will they break the cycle... or become another tragic story the neighborhood never forgets? Love is rare. Trust is earned. Survival isn't guaranteed.

The night Maelys was born, a storm made a decision for her. A desperate woman, a coerced midwife, and a courtyard where someone died in the rain conspired to place one infant in a palace and erase another from the record entirely. Twenty-two years later, someone has come to unmake it, and she has twenty-two years of righteous fury, a powerful patron, and the specific weapon of a truth that supports multiple stories at once. Raised in the painted corridors and orange-blossom courtyards of Solenir Palace, Maelys knows how to read a room before she enters it, how to wear humor like armor over something more serious underneath, and how to survive in a court that admires her with one hand and doubts her with the other. She has been exceptional here her entire life. She knows what exceptions are for. When the girl she unknowingly replaced arrives with documents, damage, and the kind of righteous anger that is the most dangerous kind because it is not entirely wrong, nothing careful is enough anymore. With a conspiracy threading through the court's most elegant rooms, a bodyguard who has been keeping a report in a locked box for eight years waiting for the right person to receive it, and a crown prince who asks before he touches and is not without fault and is learning the difference between those two facts, Maelys must fight for her name, her life, and the identity she has spent twenty-two years choosing rather than receiving. This is a slow burn interracial historical romance with explicit intimacy, graphic violence, and a world that does not soften its edges for the comfort of anyone in it. It is a story about what is owed and what is chosen, about love as a continuous practice rather than a destination, about darkness that stays and is carried rather than resolved, and about a woman who refuses, repeatedly, in every room that tries to define her, to let anyone else decide who she is. Dark. Tender. Permanent. Earned. ©️ _RelleLebby_ // R. L.

"Cause you were never good at romance"

"Sometimes losing everything is the only way to find yourself." When Asuria boards a one-way flight to Atlanta, she's not chasing a fresh start, she's escaping the ruins of the life she thought she'd have forever. With one suitcase, an empty apartment, and a heart still haunted by the man she loved, she's forced to begin again in a city that owes her nothing. Every unpacked box, every unfamiliar street, and every quiet victory becomes another step toward discovering the woman she's been hiding beneath heartbreak. But healing is never a straight path. The past has a way of calling when you least expect it, old wounds don't disappear overnight, and sometimes the people who understand your pain are carrying heartbreak of their own. As Asuria learns to let go of the life she lost, she begins to realize that the greatest love story she'll ever experience might not be with another person at all. It might be the one she writes with herself.

In the quiet confusion between us, I wonder if you love me or if I'm only here to unfold you, layer by uncertain layer.

(URBAN) She gave up on love a long time ago. Stripping to survive, she thought she'd seen every kind of man walk through that club. Then, Cain walked in... And he wasn't just the owner. He was the reason half the city stayed quiet, and the other half stayed scared. Now, he won't leave her the fuck alone.

À Atlanta, ils se retrouvent chaque vendredi soir au Mango Table. Sept amis. Sept vies différentes. Des années d'amitié, des histoires inachevées et beaucoup trop de secrets. Imani Carter pensait avoir définitivement tourné la page sur Jordan, son premier amour. Jusqu'au jour où elle accepte un poste à New York et annonce qu'elle quittera Atlanta dans trois mois. Pour profiter de leurs derniers mois ensemble, le groupe invente un défi : chaque vendredi, l'un d'eux devra révéler une vérité qu'il n'a jamais osé dire. Mais lorsqu'on commence à ouvrir son cœur, impossible de refermer la porte. Entre anciennes blessures, sentiments cachés, rendez-vous catastrophiques, jalousies, fous rires et secondes chances, ces sept amis vont découvrir que certaines personnes sont beaucoup plus difficiles à quitter qu'une ville. Ils pensaient se retrouver pour parler de tout... sauf de ce qu'ils ressentaient vraiment.

Danielle knew Maurice "Beast" Jackson was fine. Dark skin. Locs past his shoulders. Tattoos covering his body. A thick beard, dangerous eyes, and a voice low enough to make a woman forget what the hell she was talking about. But none of that mattered. Beast was her friend. The one she could call when a date went wrong. The one who knew when she was lying before she finished the sentence. The one who could sit on the phone with her for hours talking about everything and absolutely nothing. He was also the man who had slept with her little sister. Once. Years ago. A mistake neither Beast nor her sister cared to repeat, but one Danielle never forgot. So when familiar conversations start lasting a little longer, innocent looks begin feeling a little heavier, and Beast starts standing just a little too close, Danielle convinces herself she's imagining it. Until Beast admits she's not. Now the man who's spent years learning her moods, habits, and body language is using everything he knows to recognize the one thing Danielle desperately wants to hide: She wants him too. Danielle knows some lines aren't supposed to be crossed. Beast has never been particularly good at following rules. And the more she tries to remind him why they can't go there, the more Maurice Jackson seems determined to find out whether the woman who knows the man beneath "Beast" might be the only woman capable of taming him. Everybody calls him Beast. Only she calls him Maurice.

'𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅?' mj - one-shots / shorts i'm writing these as fillers when i have an idea outside of a story

"Don't pull," Imani said automatically. "I ain't pullin'." He kept his touch light, separating the roots. "You always this bossy when someone's helpin' you?" "I'm always this bossy." He huffed a deep chuckle. "Yeah I noticed. But it's cute when you're not tryin' to win a case." "I'm always trying tryin' to win." "Not with me you ain't." He secured the end of the loc gently. "With me? You just be." "What that even mean?" She chuckled. - This ain't your typical teenage fluff or messy toxic drama. This is that real, grounded Black romance - the kind that hits different, like that 90s love that stays with you long after the credits roll. Imani Morgan has her whole life mapped out. Top defence attorney at one of NYC's biggest firms, her name on track to be partner, living in that quiet mansion all to herself. She's got it all together - but late at night, the silence reminds her she's still alone. Fresh out of a draining on-and-off situation, she's clocked out of love and focused on her career. The last thing she needs is a distraction - especially one in a handsome tailored suit with a DA and a reputation the whole city knows. Jahmaire Sinclair runs Manhattan's prosecution with a sharp mind and a sharper reputation. He's got no business being as drawn to her as he is - she's the opposition, standing in the way of his focus, and case. Something about her draws him in though, and he can't bring himself to walk away. He's on her trail before he knows his own reasons - and she's not about to hand him an easy win. But every bit of the chase? Is worth every step. ~~ Slow burn romance with thriller elements. ....With a lil legal twist🥂

Amara Johnson revient dans sa ville natale quelques jours avant Noël pour aider sa tante à sauver leur petite pâtisserie familiale. Alors qu'une grande enseigne menace les petits commerces du quartier, Amara décide d'organiser avec Elijah Carter, son ancien ami d'enfance devenu propriétaire d'un café, un grand festival de Noël. Entre chocolats chauds, biscuits fraîchement sortis du four, décorations de Noël, soirées enneigées et souvenirs qu'ils pensaient avoir oubliés, leur complicité renaît peu à peu. Mais Amara doit bientôt repartir pour New York. Cette fois, Noël pourrait bien leur offrir une seconde chance... ❤️

Asiimwe Ignatius writing as Ignatius Soulmate I don't talk much but the piece with in my hands does while lonely I talk loud in silence and my journal can testify it that the piece with me is violent A piece in my hands is mightier than a sword and it can catch million minds

This is a series of one-shots depicting life in the fictional town of Terryville, Virginia, where a retired Michael Jackson and his wife, Connie, have settled.

𖣘𖦹°♯‣ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ¸¸♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·♫¸¸¸♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·♫¸¸ ( djed spence x oc )

If you ever experienced feeling like you were chasing someone that just didn't love you back or you were never enough... this book is for you!! Disclaimer: There will be parts that Kiarra will make you upset!!

Since Megan was 15 she couldn't find anyone as her best friend or someone to have as a sibling other than her brother. Megan is 17 turning 18 and no one is interesting in her. She goes to Boston to go see her favorite artist and well meets something more than her favorite artist from the stage. A GROUP OF BOYS! But she likes one of them and they don't notice. But she helps herself understand herself and real world problems.