❝𝘈𝘯𝘥， 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦，𝘪'𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶，𝘮𝘮 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨，𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦？ 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯，𝘶𝘩❞

° ৲ ▸〈 ℓ✺ṽḙ !ṧℓᾰℵᖱ 〉˚˓˒ 🐚 ❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ( melanie x male oc)

Daphne Vance is a self-made tech millionaire in the booming 1990s. She can rewrite software algorithms in her sleep, code massive logistics pipelines, and command a boardroom in a crimson power suit. What she can't do is navigate standard human socialization. She's stiff, awkward, reads everything as a data spreadsheet, and has spent her entire life working too hard to ever make real friends. Then she walks into a terrible, off-off-Broadway psychological play and lets out a roaring, unguarded laugh that ends in a very un-corporate snort. Enter Joey Tribbiani. He's a broke, struggling actor who thinks a transponder is a magic word, a computer is for video games, and a sandwich is a cure-all. But he's also full of effortless warmth, loud laughter, and a pure heart that completely shatters Daphne's carefully coded armor. When Daphne starts casually throwing her massive wealth into "fixing his structural bottlenecks"-buying him luxury clothes, top-tier electronic organizers, and high-end pizza-neither of them thinks it's a big deal. To Daphne, she's just upgrading his packaging. To Joey, she's just a magical pizza fairy godmother. But when Chandler, Monica, and the rest of the Central Perk gang look at the charts, they see a very different kind of pipeline. A transactional one.

' 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 his stories, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 that they're 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 - 𝘣𝘢𝘥 as you 𝘢𝘳𝘦...you 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 and i just don't know 𝙬𝙝𝙮? ' 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 | a 27 year old man - who is a well known fitness influencer drunkenly applies to be in love island season eight due to his best friend who also applied to be on love island not knowing the two would get accepted and enter as bombshells to shake up the whole villa. ( melanie moreno x male oc ) ( caleb McDaniel x fem oc )

They say chaos always finds chaos... but what happens when it meets calm? When Layla transfers into East Highland, she's nothing like the storm that surrounds Nate Jacobs. She doesn't chase attention, doesn't fear silence, and definitely doesn't bend under pressure. Where others see danger in Nate, Layla sees something deeper, something fractured, something fighting to breathe beneath the control. And somehow... he feels it too. Drawn to her quiet strength in a way he can't explain, Nate finds himself unraveling, his anger softening, his control slipping, his world shifting. Because Layla isn't just another girl in his story. She's the pause in his chaos. The voice that steadies him. The only thing standing between him... and complete destruction. But being someone's anchor comes with a price. And the question is- will Layla save Nate Jacobs... or drown with him?

If you like BWWM smut then this is the book for you :)

This will be including all of my favorite anime men. Yes My head is always full . So y'all can read my thoughts. ALSO. This will be black woman x anime character. I write ONLY for the perspective of black women. Do not ask me to do anything else because I'm just gonna ignore it. Get mad I quite frankly don't give a fuck

Cover made by: Me Theo Blackwood comes to Grant High school and new to the town where parties light the dark of the night and drugs become people's addition. Theo meets Nate Jacobs (jackass) and Maddy Perez (queen), when he meets them he instantly felt a hatred for Nate but with Maddy, his heart skipped a beat. Pls read this, maybe you'll like it. Warning: Smut Drug use Violence Alcohol use Fights 🥇#1: Maddy 🥇#1:Maddy 08-18-24

In a school like Ouran Academy, the strange and peculiar is relatively normal. (Y/N) (L/N) knew this fact the first day she walked in. On an academic and musical scholarship, she is not someone who has much free time on her hands, but for the Host Club, she does. Living with the Fujioka family after being adopted by them and making money solely from entertaining the Host Club's guests with her piano skills, no one would think she could attract the attention of Kyoya Ootori--a filthy rich teenager who only believes in benefiting from others. The question is, what could she possibly offer him? {Mature Content}

She swallowed, the words still trembling in the air between them. "I just need to know that what I'm sacrificing means something." For a moment, Klaus only stared at her. The room felt too small, the world too quiet, like even the air was waiting for his response. Then his voice dropped, low and rough: "Please, Monroe... don't turn your hesitation into doubt for me." He stepped closer, and the heat of him was overwhelming. His hand traced the line of her jaw, his thumb brushing her cheek with a reverence so at odds with his reputation it made her breath catch. "Yes, I will do all of those things for you," he went on, voice steady, dark, certain. "I will kill for you, lie for you, tear the world apart stitch by bloody stitch-all because I am Niklaus Mikaelson. The big bad hybrid." His mouth curled-not as a joke, but as a promise. "And if the universe dared to take you from me, I would drown it in fire and scream at the gods until they gave you back." His other hand slid down, gripping her waist, pulling her against him until there was no space left at all. "But for you-Monroe Prejean-I will do something far more terrifying than violence." His forehead touched hers, breath mingling, eyes burning with something too fierce to name. "I will burn."