Blackgirlmagic Stories

*Warning there may be sensitive topics in the book* Where one's status is based on their Dominant or Submissive alleles, Ama'Rose always felt a deep reluctance to take part in societies grouping. She couldn't see herself under someone else's control, (a submissive). And being a switch was just too unstable for her, (a submissive and a dominant). With the fear of finding out her persona, Ama'Rose stayed clear of blood testing and categorizing, that is until she goes to club Chasity. From there her entire life makes a turn for the worse, and now her biology not only brings unwanted attention but also catches the eye of the only S ranked male submissive in America, Ezra Wellington.

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' lisa harris is sent back to Virginia to live with her biological family, now facing the wrath of racism, newly integrated schools and love with a cute little white boy from the opposing team' I own nothing except for my own characters. Any characters created by me cannot be reproduced in any way on this platform or any other. If so; Legal action can and will be used accordingly. The voices and thoughts on the real people written about are nothing except my imagination. This is simply more fanfiction than historical fiction. it's loosely based on remember the titans, but more focused on fictional characters.

Alaina (aka Anastasia) Johnson opened her own law firm that is focused on helping women. Everything was going fine for Alaina until she got a new case. That was wayyyyy personal than she had imagined. Can Alaina handle it? Read to find out! A small excerpt: "What are you doing here?" I asked him. He looked up at me but looked down at my daughter. Yeah I said it. MY daughter. "Is she mine?" He asked. "No." I lied easily. He smirked. "She's just as beautiful as you. I can't believe that we made such a beautiful creation." "WE, didn't create anything. She's not yours and will never be." "I missed your beautiful face, Anastasia." "Stop calling me that." "That's your name though." He said walking towards me. I immediately took a step back, clutching to my daughter. Not taking any chances. I don't want him to touch. I didn't even want him to look at her. "Go away, Ryan." "What's her name?" "Get the f*ck out!" I nearly screamed.

Marco Peña X Black! Fem Reader Best friend to Elle and Lee since freshman year they now conquer their last year of High School together. Y/N a girl who has been focused on recruitment for volleyball and goals for her future after High school, she never has been one to ask for help or any romance into her life. What happens when Marco, grabs her attention and her heart while he's at it. Can Y?N be independent and also falling in love? I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE KISSING BOOTH MOVIES! I ONLY OWN Y/N! AND THIS FANFIC! NOTHING ELSE!

The world sees the headlines. The edits. The chaos. But behind closed doors? It's just them. Kourtney Carter is everything the industry loves to watch talented, fearless, and impossible to ignore. Kim Taehyung is everything the world thinks they understand until he decides to stop playing by the rules. One night. One moment. One "no soft launch, hard launch only" decision... And suddenly, they're not just trending they're unavoidable. But love in the spotlight isn't soft. It's messy. It's loud. It's dissected in real time by millions who think they know your story. While the internet builds narratives, they're building something real... Something intimate. Something creative. Something that doesn't ask for permission. And when the past comes back with unfinished business, When jealousy, regret, and truth collide... They'll have to decide: Are they strong enough to survive the noise? Or are they about to become another love story the world watches fall apart?

Kha'lone Cole has always known how to be exactly what people need. Different rooms. Different versions. Different rules. At school, she's effortless - quiet, magnetic, impossible to fully read. The kind of girl people feel like they understand... even when they don't. But lately, something isn't lining up. Conversations don't match her memory. Reflections feel delayed. People respond to versions of her she doesn't remember being. At first, it's easy to ignore. Adjust. Adapt. Move on. That's what she's always done. But the more she shifts to fit the world around her... the more something beneath the surface starts to slip. And the scariest part? It might not be in her head. It might be what's left of her when she stops performing.

Reyna Coleman came to Miami to start over. She did not come looking for complicated. But complicated has a way of finding the people who are least equipped to turn it away. When her job puts her in the orbit of a man already caught between what his life looks like and what it actually is, she recognizes the danger too late to do anything useful about it. He is not free. She knows it. She chooses him anyway, slowly and deliberately, and with her eyes open, and what builds between them in the margins of his failing marriage is real in a way that neither of them was prepared for. But the world around them is not simply a failing marriage. There are secrets here that have been kept long enough to develop their own consequences. People are watching. There are debts owed to the wrong people, and the trail of those debts runs closer to both of them than either has been told. What begins as a slow burn in the South Florida heat becomes something darker and more dangerous than Reyna bargained for, and the question the book is really asking is not whether she will survive it. She will survive it. The question is what she will know by the end that she cannot unknow, and whether she will still be standing in the same place, choosing the same thing, with the full picture finally visible. Set across Miami, Little Havana, and the streets of Old San Juan. This one will make you wait. That is the point. ----- ©️ RelleLebby // R. L.

The circuit is not a place you enter without knowing what it costs. Renata Cole has been building FRACTURE for three years. Seven dancers, one vision, and a reputation in Houston's underground scene that functions as either an asset or a target depending on who is in the room. When she registers for THE DEMAND, one of the most competitive and quietly corrupt dance circuits in the country, she knows the floor is already rigged. She goes in anyway. What she does not plan for is Jooheon Park. He leads SILHOUETTE, the circuit's most decorated crew, with the particular discipline of someone who has decided that feeling things openly is a liability. He is not warm. He is not available. He is exactly the kind of person Renata has always known better than to want. She wants him anyway. Not urgently and not without reason, but consistently, the way certain truths insist on being acknowledged regardless of timing. THE DEMAND spans three cities and one ruthless finale. What it demands is everything. What it costs is more. Some competitions end on the floor. Some end in hallways, hotel rooms, and the space between two people who decided to be honest with each other inside a circuit built entirely on manipulation. This one ends both ways.

Chantelle Reed, a brilliant Black American from Georgia, attends Oxford to study-not fall in love. She collides with charming, secretive Parker Weston, who pursues her relentlessly despite her guarded resistance. Years later in Atlanta, she's built a separate life when Parker reappears-this time revealed as a British prince hiding his royal identity during their Oxford time. A slow-burn reconnection unfolds amid family secrets, royal pressure, ex-fiancée schemes, tabloid scandals, and a surprising distant historical link between their families. They navigate institutional opposition, personal betrayals, and undeniable chemistry to choose each other against the weight of the crown.

In glittering Bangkok, retiring supermodel Rianna Davis, a Black American from California, seeks a quieter life after a decade on the runway. A celebratory night out leads to an impulsive one-night stand with charismatic playboy Boonchai Boonmee-unaware of his connection to her longtime boyfriend, Arthit Boonmee. As engagement bliss and family introductions unfold, an unexpected pregnancy sets off a chain of secrets, coercion, and forbidden desire. What begins as a dangerous game of blackmail spirals into an intense, addictive affair amid Bangkok's elite circles-risky encounters, whispered threats, and stolen moments that blur guilt, passion, and power. With jealous rivals, suspicious allies, and mounting family pressures closing in, the web of deception tightens. Loyalties fracture, reputations hang in the balance, and one explosive truth threatens to shatter everything. High-stakes erotic thriller of betrayal, obsession, and taboo chemistry set against Thailand's dazzling, unforgiving cityscape. © _RelleLebby_// R. L.

❝𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄. 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒.❞ ❝𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔. 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃.❞ ▔▔▔▔▔★▔▔▔▔▔ He saw that you present yourself to counter how others present themselves. You gave them a side of you that you know they will respond to, that they will resonate with. So he changed his demeanor with you, became more comfortable, allowed himself to be more casual and treat you less like his mission, more like his friend. And he hoped that in response to it, you would address him more like you did with her. More playful, more teasing, more sarcastic, less careful and more you. That was his reason. And now, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮. ▔▔▔▔▔★▔▔▔▔▔ ↳ 𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘵. 𝘖𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥. 𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙖 𝙕𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙮𝙘𝙠 𝒙 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 (𝙊𝘾) 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 1-  𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 2- ✕ 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 3- ✕ 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 4- ✕ 𝚂𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 5- ✕ ◈

Dallas does not forget anything. It watches from neon-lit bar corners and Highland Park breakfast tables, from Oak Cliff church pews and Carrollton market stalls where two languages blend mid-sentence without apology. Ashley Moore is three months from her Communications degree, bartending her way toward a future her mother has different blueprints for - loyal, incisive, and done shrinking herself to fit rooms that were never built for her. Chloe Blanchard is a Design junior navigating the quiet war between who she is and who her world expects her to be, photographing shadows and hiding her real work behind the version of herself that causes the least disruption. When a Deep Ellum dare becomes the best decision either of them makes all year, the city takes note. What follows is not a fairytale. It is family reckoning, legal confrontation, identity excavation, and two women learning to choose each other loudly inside a world that would prefer they stay quiet. The burn is slow. The love is earned. Nothing important comes without cost. drama © Relle H. all rights reserved.

Vassenholm does not forgive. It simply ensures that the people it harms do not survive long enough to require its forgiveness. Isae Forde knows this better than anyone. She left this city six years ago with nothing, her life deliberately unraveled by people who decided her existence was inconvenient to the power structures they had spent generations building. She is not returning to recover what was taken. She is returning because she has spent six years becoming the kind of woman who can walk into the rooms where it was decided that she did not matter, and take everything apart from the inside. The arrangement that places her at the center of the royal court begins as a transaction. Crown Prince Kairo Valor needs access to the foundation network that the five founding houses use to route their influence. Isae needs access to the sealed records buried deep in the palace archives. Neither of them trusts the other. Neither of them expects that to change. What develops between them over months of careful, deliberate, unavoidable proximity is not a love story anyone would recognize from a distance. It is built on a specific understanding of what the other person has survived, and it does not come quickly or without cost. This is a dark city. This is what happens when two people who were built by damage find each other inside the ruins of everything they came to dismantle. Some things will be exposed. Some will be buried. Not everyone pays. Not everyone walks away intact. There are no clean endings here. Only the truth, and what you choose to do when it finally surfaces. ©️ _RelleLebby_// R. L.

She pulled a dying boy from the sea when she was ten years old and left a piece of her world behind on the sand with him. He spent nine years diving into dark water, chasing something he could not name, wearing a stone that kept him alive in ways he did not understand. Kirura is a princess of Aqualin, the hidden world beneath the surface, bound by a father's laws and a kingdom's secrets and a longing that was supposed to be simple to ignore. Soren is a human who loves the ocean more than makes sense, who has carried something that does not belong to him for longer than he has understood why, and who keeps returning to the same cove at sunrise like the sea is expecting him. The stone between them is not just a stolen artifact. It is a bond, a bridge, and a countdown. Without it the reef beneath Aqualin is dying. With it, the boy above the surface may be the only one who can save it. But returning it means going somewhere no human has survived going, and keeping it means watching an ancient kingdom unravel beneath the waves. Two worlds are not supposed to touch. Some things reach across anyway. Written by Relle H.

Han Jisoo does not make mistakes. He plans, he executes, and he does not stop until the thing he is chasing has been brought to its knees. Four years of calculated movement across continents, four years of shedding every softness he was born with, and he is finally close enough to the truth about his mother's death to feel it in his bones. He was not supposed to acquire a variable. She was not supposed to be there. Vesper Cole had no intention of becoming anyone's complication. She came to Seoul on her own terms, chasing distance and a byline, and she would have left the same way if the wrong street at the wrong hour had not placed her directly in the path of a man with nothing left to protect and a situation that demanded an immediate solution. She is not passive, she is not manageable, and she is not staying quiet about any of it. She did not choose this world. She will survive it anyway. But quiet is no longer the most dangerous thing in the room. Somewhere behind them, a woman who claims what is hers has noticed. And what she claims, she will not release without a fight that none of them are prepared for. Her jealousy is not small and it is not soft. It is precise, and it is building. The trail moves from Seoul to Hong Kong, from Tokyo to Macau, from Macau to Paris. A Korean mafia enforcer whose entire existence has been constructed around a single purpose. A Black woman from Memphis who was in the wrong place and refuses to be erased because of it. A former boyfriend with secrets that restructure everything she thought she understood. A possessive love that has curdled into something dangerous. ©️ _RelleLebby_//R. L.

Amara Monroe is not the kind of woman who stops moving. She is a graduate student, a business owner, a daughter, and a caretaker all at once, and she handles every single role with the kind of quiet discipline that most people never see because she does not ask them to. Her life runs on early mornings, tight budgets, and the deep belief that doing things the right way matters even when no one is watching. Kit Wattanakul is a Thai-American chef who built his Atlanta restaurant on the same principle. Disciplined. Intentional. Rooted in the culture and family that shaped him. He is not a man who does things carelessly. Which makes it all the more complicated when one unexpected afternoon puts Amara in his orbit and neither of them can quite find their way back to the distance they started with. This is not a story about two people who fall recklessly into each other. It is a story about two people who feel something real and choose, again and again, to handle it with honesty and care. About what it costs to want something you are not yet free to reach for. About family duty and cultural identity and the particular courage it takes to build love on a foundation that can actually hold. Set against the copper and gold of an Atlanta autumn, Eyes on You is a slow burn that earns every degree of heat. No shortcuts. No compromise. Just two people deciding that something worth having is worth doing right. ©️ _RelleLebby_// R. L.

She was not supposed to be this easy to lose. He came home from eighteen months overseas to a city that had moved forward without him and a best friend who had promised herself to a man with a beautiful face and a controlled smile and something underneath it that Nicholas Kwon could not name but could not stop seeing. He said nothing. He waited. He watched from a distance while the distance grew into something he could no longer pretend was manageable, and by the time he found the words, there was a ring on her finger and the door was already closing. She thought she was making a choice. She did not know that choices can be engineered, that love can be manufactured as a trap, that the man who shows you the world is sometimes already calculating how to own it. By the time she understood what she had walked into, the exits had been sealed so gradually she had not noticed them closing. This is not a love story that arrives easily or ends without cost. It is a story about what it takes to fight for someone who cannot yet fight for themselves, about what control looks like when it lives in a mansion and wears the right shoes and speaks in the right voice. It is a story about a woman who loses herself in the worst possible way and finds the long road back through art and grief and the patient, unshakeable presence of the one person who refused to stop being there. The darkness here is not decorative. The love here is not simple. Neither of them resolves cleanly. Dark. Slow. Explicit. No shortcuts taken. No easy landings. Only the long, costly, entirely earned truth of what survives. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ©️ _RelleLebby_//R. L.

THE HEIRESS GAME: Sky Castle meets Queen of Tears with a Black Panther twist. They gave her a scholarship to buy her silence. She took it to burn their empire. Jhenna Adeyemi steps out of a black Maybach at Haneul Prestige High,platinum blonde, obsidian skin, cold as the gold lighter in her pocket. The Board of Directors thinks she's a naive Nigerian heiress scholarship student. They're wrong. She's an heiress, and she's here for the ledger that killed her father. Eight years ago, they called his death suicide. Jhenna knows it was murder. The directors built their dynasty on his corpse. She's here to tear it down brick by brick. But Haneul Prestige doesn't yield easily. Kang Min Jae, the "Sun," untouchable heir, watches her sit beside him without blinking. Oh Seo Jun, the playboy dealer, trades information for favors she won't name. Park Ji Hoon, the rebel, knows where the bodies are buried because his mother is one of them. And Jo Anna, the queen bee, learns fast that money can't buy what Jhenna was born with. The hunt begins. A frame-up reversed. A club infiltrated. A mother kidnapped. A system exposed. Then the ground shifts. The directors aren't masterminds, they're prisoners. The blackmail machine that killed her father? He built it. The boy she's falling for? Already her fiancé by contract. Neither knew. Now the directors want the ledger destroyed to free themselves. Chairman Kang wants it found to control her. And Jhenna? She wants the truth, even if it makes her the villain's daughter. Whoever has the most to lose, loses everything. 43 chapters. 16 episodes. No mercy.

The war is over. The treaty has been signed. Imara Valen arrives at Dragon Academy-Tianlong carrying grief like a second skin, dispatched under a peace clause she had no hand in writing, forced to train beside the people who built the empire that unmade her life. The last person she expects to be bonded to by the Academy's ancient Partnership System is the Crown Prince himself, a man armored in ice and responsible for the most significant loss she has ever survived. The bond cannot be broken without consequences neither of them can afford, and it will not let them remain strangers. What follows is not a love story that begins in warmth. It begins in fury, in silence, and in the slow terrible discovery that the institution pairing them has a purpose neither of them was told. The romance is earned through friction and argument and moments where honesty costs something real. The conspiracy runs deeper than anyone inside it knows. And the grief at the center of everything refuses to stay where it was put. Dark fantasy. Slow burn. Interracial romance. Black female lead.