It was another night out in Delta, Mississippi; the distant sounds of crickets and croaking frogs relaxed you while you cleaned up the house. Everything was fine and dandy until you heard a knock on the front door... right after that you'll find out soon enough why you should've kept that damn door closed. Warnings: 18+ content (obviously), vampires, blood and stuff like that. Update: chapters that have 18+/smut content will have a 🔥

𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. - ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ ᶠᵉᵐ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ©𝗚𝟴𝗕𝗕𝗬𝗖𝟯

"You can't leave me." "No?" "No." I murmured. "Try me, Liora. I'll find you and turn you...and hunt you down for the rest of our immortal lives." Darien, a vampire cursed to crave the blood of his own kind has been running his entire immortal life. He's an abomination that must be stopped. But he can't be stopped if he can't be killed. Liora is still mourning the loss of her father when the two cross paths. An unexpected meeting that fills Liora with a deeper understanding of the world around her and a burning sense of want for Darien Amaranthine.

🩰 A ballerina breathes life into a vampire🩸 In 1980s Chicago, two worlds collide: Kayla Harris is a rising Black ballerina living in a glass penthouse. To the world, she has it all-fame, talent, and a perfect boyfriend. But beneath the spotlight hides a legacy of ancient magic. She is a Spell Bender, born from a bloodline of Ethiopian witches. And her power is waking up. Kota Ahoka is a newly turned vampire-cursed, hunted, and exiled by his Cherokee tribe. Branded as a demon, he fights to control the thirst and reclaim his soul. But when fate draws him to Kayla, a forgotten prophecy begins to unfold. Their bond is forbidden. Their connection? Unstoppable. One is light. One is darkness. But both are destined for war. 🔥 Readers who love: Twilight by Stephenie Meyer Legendborn by Tracy Deonn Blood Like Magic by Liselle Sambury Crave by Tracy Wolff The Vampire Diaries by L.J. Smith will be obsessed with this haunting, supernatural love story. What to Expect: ✔️ Teen vampire romance & enemies-to-lovers slow burn ✔️ Black girl magic meets Indigenous folklore ✔️ Ancient grimoires, blood curses, and secret prophecies ✔️ 1980s urban fantasy with ballerina aesthetic ✔️ A love triangle between a human boyfriend & a cursed vampire ✔️ Magic, mystery, ancestral power, and fate-marked love 🩸 Her ancestors remember. And they're calling her name 🩸 #Love #Romance #Vampire #YA #Paranormal #VampireRomance #SpellBender #UrbanFantasy #BlackGirlMagic #EnemiesToLovers #1980sFantasy #YAParanormal #BallerinaBooks #CherokeeFolklore #BloodCurse

He came for the debt. He stayed to claim her soul. Viktor Volkov rules Moscow's underworld with an iron fist and ice in his veins. As pakhan of the most feared Bratva syndicate, he's used to people paying what they owe - in blood, money, or broken bones. When Viola Isley's brother Liam steals two million rubles and disappears like the spineless coward he is, Viktor doesn't waste time chasing a ghost. He goes straight for what's left behind: her. Viola never signed up for her brother's mistakes. She's just trying to survive - long shifts at the café, cramped apartment in a crumbling Soviet block, nights alone with nothing but her thoughts and the endless Moscow snow. She doesn't know that for weeks, a predator has been watching her every move. Tracking her phone. Hacking her laptop camera. Sitting in the shadows outside her window while she showers, while she sleeps, while she touches herself and whispers into the dark like she's begging for someone to hear. And Viktor hears everything. He knows the exact way she takes her coffee (black, two sugars). He knows the route she takes on the metro every morning at 7:15 sharp. He knows the soft little gasps she makes when she comes on Thursdays, fingers buried deep, back arched against the bathroom tiles. He's memorized it all, jerked off to it in the back of his Maybach more times than he can count, and now the obsession has burned away whatever patience he had left.....

o. SELCOUTH. ❝ She never planned on getting in this deep. Not with the Royal Merchant Mystery. Not with the Pogues. And definitely not with JJ Maybank. ❞ "That's Eleanor, but we call her Elle. Eleanor Jones wasn't exactly hard to know about. I'd knew she had a thing for JJ-Knew Ivy thought it was embarrassing. ...Knew she was too shy to tell him how she felt. I knew her dad worked the water-I'd seen him around the docks couple times over the years. Usually before sunrise when everybody else was still asleep. Then one day he started getting bigger jobs, better contracts, and before long the Jones family packed up and moved from The Cut to Figure Eight. Thing was, Eleanor never really left. She still went to school on the cut side, still worked shifts at The Wreck after class, still knew everybody's name and everybody's business whether she wanted to or not. Kiara always said Elle could talk her way into ...or out of anything. Pope said she asks too many questions. And JJ pretended not to notice her staring at him in the hallway. Personally, I always thought Elle was one of those people who somehow belonged everywhere. Too "cut" for the Kooks. Too "Kook" for the Pogues. Stuck somewhere in the middle. And, well....that never ends well, now. Does it?"

My body was stuck. I wanted to move but I couldn't. He leaned down and our lips crashed together. He made the kiss deeper by adding tongue and picked me up giving my ass a squeeze. Earning a moan from me. He began walking upstairs and went straight to my room throwing me on the bed. "I missed you so fucking much." He said aggressively as he took his clothes off. I started taking mines off as well. He laid over my body kissing me again then breaking it-pressing his forehead to mine looking me in my eyes. I arch my back as he reach down to my soaking pussy and he started stroking my clit. "Always so fucking wet, I fucking love it." He continues to rub his fingers up and down my slit. Sticking a finger inside of me every so often. I moan out against his fingers on my clit. "Fuck this I need to be inside of you." He grunts. A love story about Antonio Russo & Shakayla Janai. Not fully edited! Let me know if I made a mistake somewhere!!! But not to much tho 😚 some of y'all be getting smart in the comments 🙃 I definitely return energy.

"That nigga the 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥."

Deno is unapologetic about how much he loves Tripp. His feelings are loud, obsessive, and impossible to miss, pushing him to extremes just to make Tripp understand that what he feels is real. Tripp refuses to face it. He dismisses Deno's devotion as too much, too intense, convincing himself that whatever exists between them doesn't mean anything at all. When Deno's presence begins to feel distant, something quietly changes. The shift forces Tripp to sit with emotions he's long ignored, revealing that denial can only last so long before the truth demands to be seen.

A gang banger and a stripper what can go wrong?...