In the shadow of the mountains, Sofì meets Davide a man whose rough hands, dark eyes, and possessive touch leave her trembling . "I own you," he growls, voice low and rough, eyes dark with intent. "Not him. Me."Between stolen glances, fiery arguments, and moments of raw passion, she's drawn to him in ways she doesn't fully understand-but every time he looks at her, Sofì feels both fear and exhilaration.

⚠️ You have to read : Red bows before this ⚠️ When Mimì leaves the city to open a small pastry shop in a remote Italian mountain village, she believes she's choosing solitude, work, and survival not desire. The town is closed, suspicious, slow to accept her. Her shop becomes a quiet anomaly: butter, sugar, heat, patience. Then a man starts coming in every morning. Always silent. Always distant. Always ordering the same thing: Their connection grows the same way the dessert does: slowly, under strict control, built on restraint rather than excess. There is attraction, undeniable and physical, but also something darker underneath fear, guilt, and an unspoken rule about not crossing certain lines. As seasons change and the mountain tightens its grip, Mimì is forced to confront what she wants versus what is safe. Desire here is not loud. It simmers. It waits. It threatens to break if handled the wrong way. Some loves burn. Others learn how to stop.

Allen Cole McGregor was bred to hate. A fourth-generation neo-Nazi with blood on his knuckles and a five-year prison scar on his soul, Cole trusts only his name and the men who share his views-until the night they turn on him. Left to die on a snow-covered road out in the middle of nowhere, breath thinning, he welcomes the cold when it comes... and then opens his eyes to an angel. But.. She isn't what he was taught angels look like. Angel LeeAnna Brooks didn't plan to find a stranger bleeding in her path. She didn't plan to move faster than the fear growing inside of her, while hoping and praying that the man before her had no affiliations with the devil himself. After the swastika tattoos screamed their presence beneath his blood-stained clothes, Angel feared the man might be a demon, and she had no idea how to handle that revelation. Their collision is gasoline and a match: a Black woman hiding from pain and loss, a white man raised in a creed of rot, both trapped on a secluded homestead where winter is closing in and secrets stalk the walls. As enemies circle and old lies unravel, Cole is forced to confront the poison in his bones-and the one person willing to see the boy he buried alive. This is not a safe love story. It's a reckoning. Redemption has a cost, and crossing the line means someone-maybe both of them-won't come back the same. Trigger + Themes: racial tension, betrayal, survival, slow-burn redemption, enemies-to-lovers. ***MATURE 18+*** *AMAZON PUBLISHED BOOKS ARE EDITED TO REFLECT CHANGES NOT AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD* This is a Curvy Community Romance: #DISCLOSURE #CelebrateBlackStories #EyesLipsFierce #wattpadbookshelves ⛔️TRIGGER WARNING: This story is MATURE. It contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts/racism/violence. There are explicit depictions of sexual acts written within the context of this story. If this is offensive or triggering for you, please do not read this story. Thanks.⛔️

Completed ✅️ Nora desires two things, finishing her degree in creative writing and saving enough to finally be free from her mother's abuse. So she's not prepared for the unexpected meltdown of her one safe space on wheels or the silent brute mechanic who's chosen to repair the damages. What happens when Nora, who isn't seeking a relationship, falls into the orbit of Mr. Silent, James? The universe moves galaxies to bring the two into each other's worlds. James sets out to fix what is broken, but along the way, repairs so much more. ~~~ James let's go of me and spread my folds apart with his thumbs. I feel as he spits on my pussy and before it can slide all the way down he flattened his tongue rolling the center around my clit. Each circle around rubs his piercing in a way that feels like the best feeling imaginable. "Shit slow down." I beg because the way he's ravishing me feels too much. I try to move away from his mouth but James just holds me down, palm flat on my stomach. "Where do you think your going?" "Its too much." I plead to him. "You know what to say baby if you want me to stop." He pauses as if to create space for me to say my safe word. But I don't. "That's what I thought. Stay still and let me finish." Started: April 11, 2025 Ended: August 10, 2025 Cover was made by chrissy_too_nice22

Rumi "Rue" Monroe was a girl who grew up too quick and too soon. When her parents died, all she had left was herself, her overworked aunt, and bills they could never quite outrun. Fresh out of a relationship after catching her man in bed with another woman, Rue is exhausted working herself to the bone, drowning in responsibilities, and done with men altogether. She keeps her head down, minding her business, praying life gives her something better than struggle and disappointment. She isn't looking for love, danger, or anything that can break her again. Until she meets him. Nazir "Naz" Creed is the coldest man in the city a quiet storm with a reputation that speaks louder than he ever needs to. Running the streets with his brothers built him an empire people fear and respect in equal measure. Naz moves with precision, loyalty, and violence when necessary, and he's never cared about much outside money, power, and keeping his circle alive. But then he sees Rue. What starts as a chance encounter turns into a collision neither of them can walk away from. Rue's sweetness clashes with Naz's darkness, her broken hope meets his guarded heart, and suddenly the city's coldest man finds himself warming to the one girl who wasn't looking for him in the first place. And the streets? The streets don't like when the wrong people start caring about each other.

After five years apart, Ariah Montgomery and Najeer Porter find themselves back in the same city, picking up their friendship where they left off. But as familiar laughs and late-night talks turn into something neither of them expected, they're forced to question if things between them have truly stayed the same, or if something unspoken has been there all along.

When Kiki visits Chicago for her cousin's wedding, she never expects to get piped down by a man who talks with his hands and growls her name like he own it. Messiah ain't like these New York dudes she's used to-he move different. Ain't loud, ain't flashy, but got that hood alpha energy that make her melt. She was supposed to be there for five days max... not fall in love with a Chi-Town gangsta who flips bricks and lifts her like she weightless. But when her past follows her to Chicago and his street life bleeds into their sex-fueled situationship, the line between love and lust starts to blur. He never chased women-especially not loud, sex-crazy, no-nonsense New York ones. But Kiki? She got him talkin' about "what we is" and pressin' her spot like he tryna build a future. But love between two people who been hurt don't come easy. And in a city full of secrets, money, and murder? Somebody always gotta pay.

Lola has been bullied her whole life, she just wanted people to accept her for who she was. She began modeling but fell into depression and decided to stop. Tremaine is a sex symbol the world has already decided on who he should be with. He makes a comment that sends his career in a tornado. They soon realize they can be a help to each other, what will happen?

Why is it that niggas not scared to gang bang or rob a bank or even kill some one? But are scared to be seen with fat girl? That's the question Aniyah was constantly asking herself. She was plus sized but it was 2018 and nobody cared about a size anymore. She was tired of being in a secret relationship with her long time boyfriend David "East" Easton and he is hood but he has to much of a rep to be seen with Aniyah.

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.