Taylani wasn't looking for love. She was looking for a sperm donor-nothing more, nothing less. No strings, no commitment, no man telling her how to raise her baby. Roman wasn't supposed to be that man. He was supposed to show up, donate, and disappear. But one look at her? And he never left. What started as a simple arrangement turned into sleepless nights, stolen kisses, soft mornings, and a family neither of them planned for. Now she's trying to protect her heart... while he's busy proving he already owns it. She asked for a baby. He gave her forever.

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?

blackbxb Ares, an artsy photography major who sees the world in light, color, and metaphor, is assigned to shoot a profile on the university's star basketball player, Elijah-the guy everyone knows, everyone praises, and everyone assumes is untouchable. WARNINGS : Sexual Content/Smut, Violence, Homophobia, and Cursing

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

Rhodes is an intimidating man, with no expression to match your attempted humor. But his art is like no other, a talented tattoo artist he gave people their wishes but better, making something permanent, merely impossible to regret. There was only one thing to make Rhodes soft, a gorgeous woman he studied like a student did before an exam, analyzing who she hung with, who she spoke to, hoping none of the interactions were genuine although they were. With the kindness that reminds one of a warm summer day, Cecelia serves Rhodes merely everyday at the local pub she waitresses for, his order the same every time to where she forgot his voice completely after the first time. After finding out where he works, she's determined to get him to speak, after all, he was the only one who she thought to be a bit strange. Little did she know he'd been watching her for months. Loving her from afar.

"You're crazy" "Yea, about you" Follow the journey of Mire and Craze.

Missy Rivera came to Bellwick University for a fresh start not to catch the eye of the most feared men on campus. Sweet, naive, and way out of her depth, she stumbles into a world of secrets, power, and blood. And at the center of it all is him-Nico James, the nonchalant man who doesn't know his feelings for little missy." She fell first. But he fell harder.

She isn't short. She is bite sized. Anita Rosaline Nightshade has always been small. 4'11 height but a 6'7ft attitude. She might be small, but she sure is feisty. But no one knows of the feisty little beast, because no one ever made her angry. Until he steps in... **** "Stop picking me up!" I whined, pouting. His eyes turned a shade darker as a small smirk played at his lips. He bent down and kissed my cheek. "I can't, your so tiny." I huffed, crossing my arms. "I'm not tiny. I'm average." "More like bite sized." He laughed. "I will call you My little bite size Anita." But everyone knew she was the Little Bite Luna.

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