Christopher Maurice Brown had everything: money, intellect, legacy. As first heir to the infamous Brown dynasty, power wasn't something he earned, it was his birthright. A master manipulator with a gift for reading people like books, he didn't just succeed in business-he dominated it. But behind every deal, every smile, every carefully curated façade, there was only one thought that truly consumed him: his wife Mea. She was never just a lover. She was the obsession. His axis. His mirror. At first, she adored him, drawn in by his brilliance and charm. But affection turned to suspicion, and suspicion turned to horror as she unraveled the truth: a labyrinth of lies, surveillance, and a string of sidechicks and homewreckers. She tried to leave. He didn't let her. He followed her. Called at 3:00 a.m. Left gifts in locked apartments. Whispered her name through the walls. He called it love. The police called it predatory psychosis. And when the line finally snapped, it was Mea herself, armed with his own psychological tricks, who testified against him in court and had him committed to a high-security psychiatric asylum. Everyone thought that was the end of him. They were wrong. He escaped. Two months later, Mea lives in a new city under a new identity, Victoria Rosewood, her past buried, her trauma stitched together with therapy and distance. But he never stopped watching. Never stopped planning. Never stopped loving her in the way only a man obsessed can. Now he's back. And this time, it's not about getting her back. It's about making her feel everything he felt. The betrayal. The rejection. The humiliation. He doesn't want her love-he wants her shattered. Isolated. Hollowed out. A shell, just like he became without her. In his twisted world, this isn't revenge. It's balance. Because in Chris's mind, she didn't leave-she dismantled him. And in the Brown dynasty, ruin isn't mourned. It's repaid. In full. And without mercy.

Mariah is confident, outspoken, and focused on herself not love. But when she moves into a new apartment and meets Elijah, the quiet white boy next door, her plans start to shift. He's reserved. She's bold. They come from different worlds but can't seem to stay away from each other. What starts as tension slowly turns into something deeper. But falling for someone so different isn't easy and both have pasts that threaten to get in the way. Still, some connections are worth the risk. And sometimes, love doesn't look how you expect it's just painted different.

❝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

When Two Opposites Attract

▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ Kai tightened his hand around my hand. For a second, I thought I wasn't able to breathe. I wish I could explain how Kai is able to make me feel whenever I'm around him. It's like something just gets over me. I feel happy. I feel safe. Why can't I just bring myself to say yes? "I'll wait for you." He said. The yearning in his voice could have knocked the wind out of me. I looked deeply into Kai's eyes, and that was when all the constant swarming in my mind paused. I could no longer fight it. I wanted Kai. ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ Nineteen-year-old Celeste Dumonte is just trying to find her footing in college when she unexpectedly catches the eye of the university's star quarterback. What begins as a thrilling romance soon collides with the shadows of her past and the shadows of her family's past. Kai Stone, is reeling from a painful breakup that's left him questioning who he is beyond football. When he meets Celeste, her quiet strength and complicated past draw him in deeper than he ever expected. What begins as an a spark quickly grows into something that feels like destiny.

Anastasiya has been alone since before she could remember. She's used to abuse, to torment, to being a victim to bullies and their nasty ways. She doesn't have a family, and she's okay with that. That's the way it's always been. Until it isn't. She's pulled out of her school lesson on the day of her thirteenth birthday by her new guardian: her oldest brother. She's thrusted into a new life - although it doesn't differ from her last one too much. Surrounded by a family she feels doesn't care for her and other children who make it their personal mission to ruin Anastasiya's already terrible days, she's forced to deal with a whirlwind of emotions that plague her as well as combat the plethora of problems that come to her while being completely alone, with nobody by her side.

Emery Rayne. Everyone expects you to have the perfect life when you have rich parents. They assume that you've grown up getting anything and everything you want. Money has never been the problem for my parents. Their problem was me. And once I turned nineteen, I left. I've always wanted to leave because they never loved me growing up. They were too into their own rich life that they completely neglected and abandoned me. I wanted to escape. And now that I finally have, I couldn't be happier. Unexpectedly rooming with two hockey players whose lives revolve around hockey wasn't a problem for me. That was until a blue eyed- tattooed boy showed me how beautiful love can be. I wasn't suppose to fall for the captain of the hockey team. I try not to like him, but I fall even harder. But I carry a heavy past around my shoulders and when those two familiar people threaten me with Havens life, I'm stuck between choosing his happiness or mine. My parents make me feel like I can't have Haven West. And if I'm being honest, even I don't know if I can have him. But he calls me his special person. He's my special person. Haven West. The only thing I've ever cared about was hockey and the people that raised me. I grew up with parents that held a knife to my neck and destroyed my image of happiness. When she moved in, I hated it. When a month passed by, I couldn't help but take her out on a night drive, smiling at how tight she holds me. There's no one like her. She was the one that made me laugh because of how fucking silly she is. She saw me when all I've ever wanted was for my parents to love me. I fucked myself up getting attached to her. Because now, I'm addicted to her. I'm a smiling bastard whenever she's around. I'm broken and never believed in love but I can't let her go because she's what I would describe heaven to be like. Loving Emery Rayne is the best fucking feeling.

A single mom with a past, and a tattooed bad boy who needs to change his future. Macy Roberston knows better than to get too close to the bad boy hockey star, but Declan James is stubborn and willing to prove he'd do anything for her. After Macy's sister passes away, Declan knows this is his time to shine and prove to Macy that she shouldn't judge a book by its cover--all while dealing with his own problems. * * * Macy Declan James is bad for me. Like, tattoos covering his back and arms, bad. Like, break my heart type of bad. He starts fights on the ice for something as simple as a wrong look. He hooks up with any brunette with long legs. He parties. His image is terrible. He's just the kind of man I don't need around my son. So what if he holds him when my arms get too tired? So what if he surprises him with gummy bears and voluntarily watches kids' TV shows? So what if he scratches my back while I fall asleep? So what if all I want to do is hop on the back of his motorcycle and let him take me for a ride? It doesn't matter. My son comes first, and Declan is not father material. Declan I've never been a one-girl-only kind of man. I know I get around, and I'm not ashamed of it. Or at least, I hadn't been. Macy Robertson is the kind of girl that any man would settle down for, even me. She's got pretty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. The best part of her package? Axel. I'm sure you were expecting me to say her breasts--which don't get me wrong, those are a work of art--but Axel? He's got me wrapped around his finger almost as much as his mama does. I never thought I wanted kids. They're loud and messy. But I'd do anything for that little boy. Maybe it's because he's got Macy's eyes. Or maybe it's just because he's the reason I officially met the quiet high school teacher who's kept me awake every night since we met. I'm not sure, but I'm going to do everything I can to prove how much of a father I can be to Axel, because if not? I lose my one chance at love.

She was hired to care for his children, not capture his heart. Imani Blake thought she was just a temporary babysitter-just a curvy, quiet 22-year-old doing her job and staying out of trouble. She didn't expect her boss to be Massimo Rossetti, the cold, dangerous, and devastatingly gorgeous head of the Italian mafia. He didn't want a babysitter. He didn't want her smile, her softness, or the way she made his broken sons laugh. And he definitely didn't want to feel something for her. But some things-like fate, lust, and love-can't be controlled. And once Massimo decides Imani is his, nothing and no one-not her innocence, not her fear, not the blood in his world-can stop him from claiming her. Even if it means war Teaser: Watching her try to move was the sexiest fucking thing I'd ever seen. She lifted her hips awkwardly, dropped down with a soft moan. I groaned, tightening my grip. "Just like that. Keep going." Her hands clutched my chest, nails digging into my skin. Her movements were unsure-slow, stuttering, but so goddamn raw. Pure. And then she found the right angle. She gasped. "Oh-right there," she whimpered. "There?" I asked, thrusting up a little. "You mean here?" She screamed. Fuck. I did it again. Her thighs shook. "You gonna come for me, baby?" I whispered against her mouth. "I-I don't know," she cried out. And then- Her body jerked, legs trembling as she squirted all over me. Eyes wide, mouth open in shock. "Oh my God," she gasped, covering her face. She tried to pull away. "Did I just-?" "Yes," I growled, flipping her onto her back. "And you're gonna do it again."