At twenty, Melody Sinclair is a quiet, gifted ballerina with few friends and too many bullies. Ballet is her escape-until her instructor's sudden accident brings in He Yu Zhang, a mysterious, celebrated dancer with a gaze that lingers too long. What Melody doesn't know is that He Yu has been watching her for months, studying her every move from just across the street. To him, she is perfection-and he will do anything to have her. As he pulls her deeper into his world, Melody mistakes obsession for protection...until she realizes the most dangerous stage is the one he's set for her.

The first time I saw her and met her, it wasn't what I had imagined. Her beauty was angelic, her voice was soft and low, and her eyes-her eyes as big as the sun....filled with so much innocence. The moment my fingers flipped through the pages of her book something dark inside of me woke up, the need to claim her and break her all together. Known as one of best selling authors, writes the kind of stories that make people's skin crawl. Filled with her dark fantasies, sinful acts, the need to be let loose, strips the desire down to her deepest internal feelings. No one would ever guess a woman like Lucille jones, could think such vile things and turn it into art. - Love doesn't have to be delicate to be real; it can be docile like a lamb or submissive like its predator.

"C-Colonel, I-" I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. The words caught in my throat, my mind a chaotic swirl of emotions and memories. "That's not my name, princess," he interrupted, his voice a dangerous murmur that sent a shiver down my spine. He lifted his hand, gently tracing the tip of the gun along my jawline. The cold metal contrasted sharply with the burning heat of his proximity, making me shudder. His eyes bore into mine, the manic gleam in them unwavering. The way he held the gun, almost tenderly against my skin, was both a warning and seductive. The tension between us was palpable, an electric current that crackled in the air. "You know better than to call me that," he continued, his tone a mix of reprimand and dark amusement. Shakir cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly. " Or do I need to remind you?" __________________ Nataliya Niang, a world renowned psychologist, loves to help those in need. Firmly believing in her ability to establish positive relationships and supporting her patients, her life was based on the foundations of kindness, compassion, and empathy. Colonel Shakir Walker, the leader of the black operations unit, is all but a gambler of death. His blood lust extends beyond comprehension, as bodies are left in distress with each path that he crosses. After embarking on a failed mission and witnessing the deaths of his comrades, he is sentenced to eight months of probation, as well as attending therapy sessions at The Mindful Wellness Center. When fate brings Nataliya and Shakir together, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. A chaos of torn souls navigating through love, lust, and betrayal. ( DON'T COPYRIGHT MY STORY )

He scoffed, " Ion even be wanting to argue wit you, you just like starting shit." I scrunched up my nose, " Me? Half of the time you're the one starting stuff. It's always you, Miguel." He says nothing, only looking at me as if I had six heads. Sighing Frustratingly, I throw my hands up. " You know what? Forget it." I said, chuckling bitterly. I grab Eudora's jacket from the chair, but he grabbed my wrist. I narrowed my eyes at him. " Let go," I demanded. He shook his head, standing up to his full height. " No, you not goin anywhere." He says in a low voice. " Why? I'm trying to have a conversation with you but it's clear that I'm taking up your time, so I'm done. The only reason I wanted to talk was for the sake of the kids, but you know what? You can go to hell. I can't even believe I agreed to this damn play date anyway, Now let me go." I snapped, pulling at my wrist again. " We not done until I say we are," Miguel said calmly, keeping a firm grip on my wrist. Before I could control myself, My hand reached up and slapped him across the face, the noise echoing off the walls. " Fuck you," I spat. _____________________________________ Previously known as " Take a shot for me" Written in 2022.

𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽𝗌. 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖠𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍, 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. 𝖴𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍, 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽... 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽. 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝗒, 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇

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.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "‎𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝗲𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆. 𝗡𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆." 𝗗𝗼𝗻 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗀𝗈. 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒, 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌, 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗎𝗉𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖠𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗇𝗉𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾. 𝖣𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗦𝗶𝗻'𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗲. 𝖯𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗒 "𝖣𝗈𝗇" 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗀𝗈 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋. Fine as hell. 𝖠𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗇.

❝You're too much of a nice boy, 𝐋𝐞𝐨.❞ ❝Really?❞ Leo scoffed, gripping Noel's entire pussy with his one hand, his fingers toying with her dripping panties. ❝A nice boy, 𝐍𝐨𝐞𝐥? Would a nice boy have you soaked like this?❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ What happens when one of the university's star players and a young legend in the music industry with a horrible reputation cross paths? 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟒/𝟑𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟎𝟒/𝟎𝟔/𝟐𝟓 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - #𝟏 - 𝐰𝐦𝐛𝐰 - #𝟕 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

❝You feel so good, 𝐌𝐬. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧.❞ He moans in my ear before arching me on his desk. I tried to keep my moans at a minimum, but he felt incredible as he was pummeling me from behind. ❝I can't get enough of you,❞ he groans, the erotic symphonies of our skin slapping bringing me closer to ruin. ❝I'm insatiable when it comes to you, Quinn.❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ What transpires when a young, billion dollar CEO gets rejected by his daughter's teacher? 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟐/𝟐𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟒/𝟑𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - # 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 - # 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 - #𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐰𝐰𝐦

𝗜𝗩𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗦 is the perfect little ballerina - soft-spoken, obedient, and untouched by the world that sold her. To everyone else, she's just a quiet girl with lowered eyes and pointed toes. But 𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗔𝗘𝗟 𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗢 knows better. He sees the way her hands tremble. The way her smile doesn't reach her eyes. The way she obeys like she's afraid not to. And it pulls him in. She was promised to him-a contract sealed in blood, not love-and now she belongs to a man as cold as he is calculated and controlling. Rafael doesn't crave her affection. He isn't looking to be wanted. What he wants is to unravel her. To possess every piece of the girl the world calls delicate. But Ivory isn't fragile. She's fractured. And the closer he gets, the more she falls apart for him. In a world of shadows, power, and pain, their connection becomes something twisted. Addictive. Dangerous. Because when you give yourself to a monster... you don't get to choose what parts of you he keeps. And when control slips... Desire takes its place. And Rafael never loses. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ "Careful, Ivory. I play rougher when someone thinks they can outmatch me." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ・❥・ { 18+ | Dark Mafia Romance } 𝖢𝖮𝖯𝖸𝖶𝖱𝖨𝖳𝖤 𝟤𝟢𝟤5 @𝗐𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆