The second time it was supposed to be a business transaction. That was it … just business. But it ended up being something way more than that. It was souls mating. Energy. Yeah, that’s how I would describe it. Two creatives drawn to each other on an indescribable level. One that shifted the foundation that I stood firmly on top of. After what I had gone through, my focus was on building empires and taking care of my amazing baby boy. I didn’t want to say that I was at the point where I had sworn off men—but I guess you could say that I was at the point where I had sworn off men. Somehow, though, the universe knew what she was doing, because this man that I got...But then, there’s the one I had—or should I say, the one that was for the streets. You remember him, right? Percy. Well, he’s all in his feelings.You know what’s crazy to me?How bent out of shape men get when the shoe is on the other foot. They talk reckless, they throw tantrums, try to paint us as hoes. Never owning up to the fact that if they hadn’t fucked up a good thing, they wouldn’t have shit to worry about. The formula is simple. Act right and you never have to tap into all those emotions. With everything he did, you’d think he would just accept defeat, and gone about his business.But nah, he had to go and do the unthinkable.And it’s not just him either. Seems other individuals feel like they want to be up in business that doesn’t pay them. I’m just trying to live my life... my new life; be problem, and drama free. But you can’t go around trying to cause problems for other people’s lives and expect it not to come to your front door to collect.I guess we’ll just let the consequences begin…

    Although he’s no lame, he doesn’t have a grandiose scheme to take over the drug game, or become a notorious street legend. He also doesn’t believe in flexing, having a reckless crew, being in the trap, or slanging on a corner. He simply chooses to lay low and maintain his weed hustle, only selling weight to a small, reliable clientele. His plug, Mendosa, is the exact opposite. He does run the streets of Atlanta as a huge supplier of weed and cocaine, and has since the nineties. Once Keenyn lays eyes on Mendosa’s twenty one year old daughter Jasenia, he’s caught up in her beauty and sophisticated aura. The only thing is, Mendosa feels that his daughter is off limits to any man; especially one he does business with. In his eyes his only daughter is cultured, pure and untouched. Little does he know, but “daddy’s little girl” is far from the angel that he thinks she is. Keenyn soon discovers that as well as the never ending drama that seems to come with his feelings for her. Not only is Mendosa a threat to him, but he finds out that Jasenia has a few deadly skeletons in her closet. Will those secrets cost him his life and to what lengths will he go to protect the plug’s daughter?

    What happens when jealous ex-lovers and demons from the past refuse to stay there? Unresolved issues keeping coming back until Sin has no choice but to face them head on.Putting a whole new meaning to the term “love triangle”, not being able to handle all of Ghost’s baby mama drama, Sin finds herself in the arms of the rugged youngster by the name of Rello. Can she forgive Ghost for his short-comings or will Rello Show her that all she needed was the love that only he can give?With Rock missing in action, will the ones that vowed to always love and protect him still be there or will what he’s hiding from them be too much to bear?On this final ride with the crew, you will see what it means to do anything in the name of love even if it means killing the ones closest to you.

    They say love and soulmates exist no more, Yet they breathe an unseen air to live for sure. Not every story begins in the here and now. Some transit through time never ending. If time were to cease, then some things would live forever… It began in the garden beneath which rivers flow, the place where the Sand and the Sea were born before creation ¬– the first soulmates, the two halves of one whole, the two parts of the eternity sign. A part Koli, East Indian Catholic, Hannah lives in Mumbai where the Sea always watches over her. Yet her dreams are haunted by a voice that calls to her through the breeze… True love walks beside her in another life, yet she is unable to find a way back in time. Riddled with disappointment and distressing heartbreak, she is hopelessly drawn to the path the Universe has laid before her feet. Drawn to Istanbul, she finds part of the puzzle in the Ezan of the Blue Mosque. Could the man from her dreams be real? What could an Indian woman and a Turkish Imam have in common? Will Hannah find what she searches for? Only those who believe will pass the test. Everyone has their own journey; some get on to the path and to some, the path comes calling. This is the tale of the Sand and the Sea, Hanging on the edge of wait, watch and let’s see.