Typos & a beat
Oh Hi! Here I’ll be sharing all of my stories, pieces of my heart that I hope find their way to someone out there. I am Black, Afro-Colombian, and I write about women who look and feel like us: Black, fat, original characters who are bold, brave, vulnerable, and always surrounded by other amazing Black women. English is my second language, so I might stumble here and there, but that’s part of the journey, and I’m okay with it. I hope you’ll join me, enjoy the ride, and maybe even see a piece of yourself in the worlds I create.
Burgundy, Elevators and Jean Paul Gaultier
The lights were too hot, the cameras too close, but Alex didn’t flinch. She leaned forward, eyes sharp, smile easy, and asked the kind of question that made Michael B. Jordan laugh, not the polite, press-junket kind, but the real one. Wunmi Mosaku leaned in too, caught in the pull of Alex’s energy. By the time the red light on the camera blinked off, Alex wasn’t just another movie critic on the circuit. She was the girl Michael wouldn’t forget. His favorite girl.
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Courtside
Val only gets four weeks off a year. She wanted sleep. Jhené wanted a party. What starts as a quick dinner and a courtside seat at the NBA Finals turns into a halftime conversation with Michael B. Jordan who’s suddenly very interested in “Just Val.” Post-game? The city’s buzzing, Jhené’s scheming, and Val’s heart is pounding for all the wrong or maybe the right reasons.
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Do it for the plot
Julie never meant to become that author. She left her Killmonger fanfic days behind, but one viral fantasy novel later, a live TV interview drags it all back—right before Michael B. Jordan himself shows up. Now the internet’s in chaos, her publicist calls it opportunity, and Julie’s just trying not to die of secondhand embarrassment while the man she once wrote into 50k-word thirst fables actually wants to know her.
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Are you a man like that?
In Chicago’s shadows, the SmokeStack Twins rule, Elijah with ice, Elias with heat, their empire crowned by the infamous nightclub The Juke. Assistant District Attorney Hennessy Cole is sent to bring them down, but desire tangles with duty, and every move pulls her deeper into their dangerous game. Justice is a gamble and love, the deadliest crime of all.
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The Ashes We Carry
Chicago, 1893. The city hums with jazz, steel, and secrets. When rebellious Elleonor Davenport is promised to Elijah “Smoke” Moore, the ruthless, storm-eyed heir whispered to have killed his father society gasps. Their betrothal is spectacle, not love. She mocks him, he cages her. Every ball, every glance, every clash of silk and shadow becomes a duel. Hate burns, obsession smolders, and Chicago watches to see who bends—and who burns first.
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The Blood Testament
Pairing: Black!OC x Vampire!Elijah “Smoke” Moore
Summary: At night, universities are not temples of knowledge but sanctuaries of shadows, where two predators move unseen, Smoke, silent and commanding, and Stack, playful and cruel. Their stories of lust and blood live on in The Blood Testaments, an ancient book not meant to be found. But when Isabella, the lonely new librarian, opens its pages, desire and damnation awaken, and they have been waiting for her.
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The ghost we keep
In New Babel, memories are currency, preserved in glass orbs inside The Cathedral (U.P.A.S.), where Selah works as an archivist—smart, strong, lonely, and quietly starving for a life of her own. She believes in the Archive’s purpose, even as it leaves her untouched and aching. But when she collides with Erik Killmonger, a revolutionary who wants to burn it all down, desire and danger entwine: every kiss is war, every touch a stolen memory, and between them lies a choice between devotion and destruction.
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