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?

"Haven't you heard!? I'm crazy, duh!" ¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥ Aries is a high-functioning, intelligent sociopath who found Ciel Phantomhive and his butler Sebastian Michaelis very entertaining. After a very... Strange introduction, Aries decided to join them with solving mysteries and deciding what truly makes humans... Well, human. ¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥ "Why is it that you are here again?" Ciel asked, rather irritated as she hang off the end of her chair. "You need me," Aries giggled. "Who else is going to tell you that someone is going to kidnap us in ten seconds!" ¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥ I do not own Black Butler, I only own Aries. ¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥.¥ HIGHEST RANKING: #508 in Fan Fiction

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[🎤] 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝗼𝐫 𝐚 𝐣𝗼𝐛, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝗼𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝. [𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝗼𝐧𝐬 1-4] [𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝗼𝐜] 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: {12.4.21} 𝐜𝗼𝗺𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐭𝐛𝐝