Niah Monroe, a 26-year-old ambitious woman working her way through grad school, has always kept her life on the straight and narrow. She's loyal to her best friend, and she avoids men who could derail her goals. But then enters Khalil "Khaos" Mercer, 32, her best friend's older brother-fresh out after serving time, running the family's underground hustle, and building an empire of his own. He's dark, dangerous, and the one man she's never allowed herself to want. When circumstances force them together-him needing her brain and discipline to clean up his business moves, her needing his protection after a brush with street danger-the forbidden attraction between them sparks into a full-blown, undeniable passion.

Nyomi is hired by a mutual friend to help Khaiem expand his art lounge into a lifestyle brand. She plans to keep things professional-especially since she's still healing from a controlling ex who almost ruined her career. But Khaiem's creative, confident energy disarms her, and he's intrigued by her quiet power. What starts as creative brainstorming sessions at midnight turns into heated arguments, laughter, and stolen touches. But when her ex reappears, and Khaiem's old trust issues resurface, they'll have to choose if love is worth risking their carefully rebuilt lives.

After fifteen years of marriage, Yvonne and Baker's once-perfect love is shattered by betrayal. As Yvonne rebuilds her life and Baker confronts the choices that tore them apart, fate gives them an unexpected chance to rediscover what remains between them. A story of heartbreak, healing, and the power of second chances. 💕💕💕 Thank you all so much for your incredible support! Unfortunately, it has come to my attention that someone is plagiarizing my stories and posting them on other apps. If you come across any of these instances, please report them immediately. I want to clarify that I would never charge for these stories-they are something I genuinely enjoy sharing with you all for free 🫶🏾.

No Morro da esperança no Rio de Janeiro, sentimento é fraqueza. Linha aprendeu isso do jeito mais doloroso - perdeu a família toda pra polícia e jurou nunca mais chorar. Agora é respeitada na linha de frente, sangue frio, dedo firme no gatilho. Leão, o dono do morro, manda em tudo e em todos. Nunca se deixou levar por mulher nenhuma. Mas quando cruzou o olhar com ela, soube que o perigo tinha outro nome. Entre bala, baile e sangue, nasce um amor que não devia existir - porque ali em cima, quem ama, morre.

𝑯𝑬𝑹 a content creator/influencer. 𝑯𝑰𝑴 an Airman. Navae(Nuh-vay)Monroe is a young and thriving content creator/influencer. After taking a gap year, she's on her way to college. Having completed his freshman year of college and being unhappy with his options for the future that lie ahead of him, Roman Levine has decided to enlist in the U.S. Air Force. And just before he ships out, unexpectedly, their worlds intertwine. A relationship that starts off timid, sprouts, and becomes worth it all the while. Follow Roman and Navae's story as they learn how to love and trust one another, from a distance for the most part.

London is a young woman trying to find her purpose and reach her goals. She meets Kareem and her world is forever changed. See how the couple navigates through childhood trauma, grief, and walking fully into the individuals they were always called to be. Will they be able to make it through? Or will it all be over before it truly begins?

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."

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Omani just want wants to be loved in world that tells her women like her don't deserve it. This book have mature content. I will update weekly on Tuesday's Still editing also

Tara was innocence wrapped in dangerous temptation. she has voluptuous curves, doe-like eyes, and a heart too pure for the filth of his thoughts. She was his sister-in-law's younger sister, a line he should never cross. But Samarth didn't believe in lines. From the first time he saw her, something inside him snapped. It wasn't love...it was hunger. A hunger that grew into obsession. And obsession into possession. He watched her. Studied her. Imagined her in every sinful way he could ruin her innocence until she'd only ever belong to him. Tara had no idea the devil was already in her life, and no idea that the man she thought was family was plotting to claim her in the most wicked ways. Samarth didn't care if it was wrong. Didn't care if she resisted. Because once he touched her, there would be no escape. She was his sweetest sin... and he would take her. Again. And again. And again.