Feral Temptations --------- Naomi only wanted to teach children not to fear the world they were growing up in. But fear still holds power. Especially in this new era, where werewolves have stepped out of the shadows. In a society gripped by old prejudices and quiet panic, Naomi's compassion is seen as dangerous. When her human school turns against her, she's offered a position she never imagined: teaching at an all-werewolf school, deep within a territory ruled by the powerful Alpha Silas. Silas leads with strength and silence, haunted by loss and hardened by duty. He has no interest in human interference, especially not from a teacher sent by the government to pacify his people. And certainly not the one now responsible for his daughter. But some boundaries were never meant to hold against feral temptations. -------------- Cover by Me Do not steal my work All Rights Reserved.

Oviya Alcott, a 16-year-old girl from a tough neighborhood in Atlanta, has always kept her head down and her grades up. Her home life is far from easy-her father walked out when she was young, and her mom juggles two jobs and a drinking problem. Oviya escapes through books, late-night journaling, and dreams of something better. Her world flips when she wins a full-ride scholarship to Golden Gates Academy, a prestigious private school for the elite. The school is known for its grand architecture, legacy students, and unspoken rules that keep the wealthy at the top. Oviya enters this new world with a chip on her shoulder, dressed in thrift store uniforms and carrying the weight of her past. From the moment she arrives, she's labeled as the "charity case" - by both teachers and students.

She grew up in their house, best friends with one brother... and now she's tangled up with the other. A summer wedding, a secret romance, stolen kisses, and the kind of love that could ruin everything.

on the official wattpad page's reading list for black stories📖📚 She escaped her past in stilettos. He brought her back in boots. Gianna Sinclair built a glamorous life in Los Angeles-designer clothes, celebrity clients, and a reputation that sparkled as bright as the Hollywood sign. But beneath the polish lies a past she buried long ago in Prairie View, Texas-a sleepy town filled with dusty roads, painful memories, and a little sister she left behind. When her grandmother passes, Gianna is forced to return home for the first time in years. There, Gini-hurt, angry, and grieving-greets her with sharp words and deeper wounds. One explosive argument later, Gianna storms off, intent on leaving Prairie View for good. But fate as other plans. Only one wrong turn lands herself stranded on the backroads of open fields. Where she meets Weston Reid. Rugged. Quiet. Cowboy to the bone. Weston isn't looking for trouble, but trouble sure looks good in designer heels and ruined curls. He saves her. She challenges him. And as Gianna's glamorous world crashes into his rugged one, sparks fly hotter than the Southern sun. But love in Prairie View isn't simple. There are secrets buried deeper than the Texas clay. And Gianna will have to decide if she's willing to trade fame and fashion... for a second chance, a hometown healing-and the kind of love that doesn't give a damn about headlines. WARNING: Erotica Content

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Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

I was supposed to be on a chill RV camping trip with my boyfriend's family. Key words: supposed to. I hated him, I hated them, and the only thing keeping me sane was sneaking off at night to take pictures of the forest. But one night... I wandered too far. Now I'm being held captive by something straight out of a fever dream-a 7-foot tall lycan beast who doesn't shift, doesn't speak, and definitely doesn't care about my personal space. Oh, and apparently? I'm his mate. Cute. I've tried escaping-multiple times. He always catches me. Throws me over his shoulder like it's just another Tuesday. I curse him out, he grunts. I run, he drags me back. I'm not falling for him. I don't care how protective, possessive, or weirdly gentle he is when he thinks I'm asleep. I just want out... right?

A cat follows you on the way home. After trying to resist, you take the cat home and realize...this cat is kind of weird. Notable Rankings #1 gojosatoru #1 jujutsukaisen #1 Reader #1 JJK #1 Gojo #1 blackreader #1 satorugojo

Gojo Satoru never fell in love. Yes, there were flings and countless hookups, yet there was never a sense of promise or faithfulness in the air. Every women he had met in the club either wound up getting fucked to sleep, with him disappearing the next morning, or receiving a number that they would text, to which there would never be a reply... until a few weeks after saying something like hey, my place tonight? x or the other. All of this would end at an art exhibition in Tokyo. "You ain't even ask for my name, Shades," the woman murmured, hands now behind her back. Oooookayy. Gojo nervously chuckled, feeling the red creep up on his cheeks. "I was just about to do that, Miss..." "Y/n. It's L/n Y/n." She fluffed her hair. "And I moved here a month ago." Her sudden coldness was a shock to Gojo. Yes, plenty of his past flings had played a game of hard to get, yet he'd never met a woman so... uninterested?