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.

' 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.

She came to Tokyo for a fresh start. What she found was him. Amari Brooks left Atlanta carrying wounds she never talks about. Sakura International Academy was supposed to be the place where none of that history could follow her. Then she sees the group that runs this school like royalty, and the one at the center of them who looks right through her with eyes that carry their own damage she hasn't learned to read yet. Haruto Tanaka is not who he appears to be. The coldness is not arrogance. It is penance. The silence is not strength. It is the distance a person keeps when they know exactly what they are capable of breaking. They are wrong for each other in every visible way. Different worlds, different languages, different kinds of hurt. And something between them that neither can name or outrun. What begins as friction slowly becomes the most honest thing either of them has ever felt. But the academy has enemies. His family has plans. And both of them are carrying secrets that, when they surface, will demand a reckoning. Tokyo is beautiful and relentless and it will not let them hide from each other. Neither will the truth. A slow burn interracial romance set in Tokyo. Dark, tender, explicit in the way of stories that take their time to earn it. For readers who want the full journey. ©️ _RelleLebby_// R. L.

The gold scissors in Keke's window haven't moved in three years. Not since "the incident" that made her shut down the only magic salon in Montego Bay. At 3:03 AM, they snip themselves open. The woman who walks in has pink braids, a black trench coat dripping rain, and a request that breaks every rule Keke's granny taught her: Braid my dead sister's spirit into my hair. In Keke's family, gold thread + braids = soul magic. You can trap a ghost, trade a life, even cheat death. But magic always wants payment. And the price is usually blood. When Keke looks in the mirror, the dead sister is already there. White eyes. Smiling. Standing right behind her. The client lied. This isn't about saving her sister. It's about feeding Keke to her. But the black comb chooses. The scissors fall. And the woman with the pink braids isn't who she says she is. She's when she is. To survive the night, Keke has to learn the one braid her granny never taught her: How to let go.

One scandel. One night And the star everyone adored vanishes Everyone thinks they know him. The perfect smile. The perfect voice. The perfect idol. Now he's hiding in the last place anyone would look; A crowded high school hallway, an ordinary high school, under a different name, pretending to be someone he's not. She wasn't supposed to notice him. She definitely wasn't supposed to recognize him. But she does. And the more she learns about the boy behind the spotlight, the more she realizes the truth is far more dangerous than the rumors. Because some secrets don't just ruin careers... They changes lives. THIS IS MY OFFICIAL ENTRY TO THE OPEN NOVELLA CONTEST 2026 Prompt #23: You discover the quiet transfer student in your class is actually a world-famous pop star, hiding in plain sight, and their secret begins to reshape both your lives

❝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- ✕ ◈

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!

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.

Some things are taken from you. Your family. Your freedom. Your body. And still, you survive-changed, scarred, and angrier than you've ever been in your life. Myra Sanches has already lost more than most people twice her age could bear. At seventeen, she's navigating grief, rage, and a new reality that no one prepared her for-one where the people in power aren't just corrupt, they're catastrophically dangerous. When she finds herself confined inside a facility that has no intention of letting her leave, she discovers she's not the only one. Behind reinforced doors and surveillance cameras are others just like her: a French boy with wings that have never known open sky, a Japanese hacker forced into digital servitude, Korean brothers whose abilities are as volatile as their rage, and twin children who know far more than anyone realizes. What Vardi Corporation built in secret, Myra intends to tear apart publicly. But escaping isn't the hardest part. The hardest part is what comes after-rebuilding trust, surviving the fallout, protecting the people she's come to care about, and deciding what kind of person she wants to be when the world is watching. This is not a story where love saves the day or trauma disappears neatly. It's messy, violent, slow, and real. The Onyx Project is a slow-burn interracial ensemble drama with mature themes, explosive action, and a Black female lead who refuses to be anyone's weapon-or anyone's salvation-except her own. Some fires don't burn out. They spread. ©️ _RelleLebby_// R. L.

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.

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.

The offer came from a woman in a black coat with a leather portfolio and a smile that had been approved for deployment. Play girlfriend to Jacobi Harrison. The footballer's son. The tabloid wreck. The boy worth fourteen million views and three dead sponsorship deals. In exchange: full tuition, a stipend, and a life she couldn't afford to say no to. Ayana said yes with conditions. He had a father who loved him in spreadsheets and a bruise that hadn't healed yet. It was supposed to be transactional. It wasn't supposed to be him she noticed. Then she found the documents. And learned she'd been chosen before she ever boarded the plane.

As Georgia Hill enters her second year of college at Champlain, she's forced to leave the country with her family, as her father gets a great business deal in Paris, France. One plane ride with one stuck up arrogant rich boy changes her life, but she doesn't know if it was for the better or worse. Love, hatred and death, all in one package. "Giveon I don't know if it was fireworks or gunshots, but the birds is in the air"

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.

*+:｡.｡ When getting bitten by a radioactive spider that gave her super human strength and powers Ivy Carter finds herself being a role model for saving the world most of the time. But being spider man doesn't always work out the way she wants it to.

Twenty-six-year-old Tori Williams catches her white fiancé in bed with her coworker three months before their wedding, discovering an eight-month affair that shatters everything she believed about love and her own worth. Devastated by betrayal and drowning in PTSD, she flees to Kyoto, Japan on a two-year MFA scholarship in design, desperate to escape the wreckage of her life in Atlanta. Arriving broken and barely functional, Tori navigates crushing loneliness, brutal culture shock, and hypervisibility as a Black woman in homogeneous Japan. She faces constant stares, microaggressions, and the exhausting work of existing in a country where she'll always be Other. Through traditional joinery workshops, she meets Ren Beaumont-a half-Japanese, half-French architecture student with devastating good looks and an emotionally unavailable playboy reputation, haunted by his own family wounds and running from intimacy through meaningless hookups. As they learn kintsugi-the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold, making it more beautiful for having been broken-two shattered people begin to recognize themselves in each other's cracks. Tori must decide if she can trust again after annihilating betrayal, while Ren confronts whether he's capable of the vulnerability real love requires. Through cherry blossom seasons and autumn leaves, temple gardens and late-night workshops, they discover that healing doesn't mean becoming who you were before breaking-it means honoring the cracks while building something entirely new. This is a story about surviving trauma, finding home in unexpected places, chosen family that saves lives, and learning that broken and whole aren't opposites-they're the same thing, gold-filled and beautiful. ©️ Relle H

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.

Seoul does not surrender its oldest secrets, and some oaths were never meant to be broken. They were meant to be chosen. When a Black American woman arrives in Bukchon with a camera and a curiosity that unsettles old wards, she does not expect the city to watch her back. She does not expect the man in the lantern-lit hanok at the end of the alley, the one who has spent four centuries waiting for something he could not name. He is not entirely human and has not been for a long time. The blade beneath his floor has been keeping count. Between them something ancient and deliberate stirs, and the spirits notice immediately. The moon has terms. A wound from the Goryeo era is not finished bleeding. A spirit in the Han River has been patient for four hundred years and has learned to mistake that patience for entitlement. And the city itself is watching to see what she does with all of it. This is not a soft love story. It is the kind that costs something real, that lives in the space between devotion and danger, between mercy and reckoning. ©️ _RelleLebby_// R. L.

Elianna Bennett is 25, careful, and very good at keeping things contained. Seo Jae-hyun is 24, famous, and living a double life that is slowly taking him apart from the inside. One concert. One backstage encounter. One decision that seems, at the time, like nothing more than a beginning. Seven years later, they are still carrying what that beginning made. And the world is about to find out. Set between Seattle and Seoul, THE HANNAM-DONG SECRET is a slow-burning interracial romance about two people who fell in love at the wrong moment in the wrong circumstances and chose each other anyway - across an ocean, across a secret, across a daughter who grew up knowing her father through a phone screen and her first word was for him anyway. This is not a story that moves quickly. It earns what it arrives at. There is grief here, and distance, and choices that cost more than anyone planned for. There is a little girl who sees more than the adults around her have accounted for. There is love that is real and still, sometimes, not enough - until it is. If you are looking for a fast burn, keep walking. If you want something that stays with you - the kind of story that asks something real - this is yours. Drama. Distance. Two people learning, slowly, what it means to stop hiding. ©️ R. L.

Jay Ahn has been watching Malik Tate from across the street since they were ten years old, and he has been loving him almost as long. Not the simple kind of love. The kind that folds itself small enough to fit inside a friendship and lives there quietly for years, patient and heavy and unnamed. Malik Tate is magnetic, loyal, and building himself from the ground up in a world that wants to own every piece of him it can reach. He knows exactly who Jay is. What he does not yet know is what to do with everything he feels when he looks at him. Set in Richmond, Virginia, this is their story. A decade of shared summers, cracked sidewalks, late nights, near-confessions, wrong moments, and the slow, relentless pull of two people moving toward each other against every force designed to keep them still. It is not a fast story. It is not meant to be. The slow burn here is not a device. It is the whole point. Because some loves do not arrive. They are built, quietly, over years, out of ordinary moments that reveal themselves to have mattered all along. When they finally reach for each other, everything they survived to get there becomes the architecture of something neither the industry, nor the fathers, nor the world's noise can dismantle. This is Richmond. This is a decade. This is a love story that refused to be rushed. Come in. Stay a while. © Relle H.