She worked hard to get where she is and is so proud of herself and the life she is living. Well almost. Falling for a married man is not what she wanted for herself. Kimaya is about to embark on a journey that she herself would have never seen coming. _____________________________________________________________ Be a big girl, Kimaya. I take a deep breath before I rise to my feet and face both men who watch me curiously. I take another deep breath before I rip Aizen's shirt off my body and drop my sweatpants, exposing the white lace set I have on under. Both men sit up straight and eye my body from head to toe. "I want both of you," I say shyly. "So soon?" They both ask in disbelief. "Yes."

"Stop apologising." So I did. Then I apologised for stopping. I'm the girl who eats lunch alone and tells herself she chose it. The girl who's never been kissed. The girl who hides behind books and oversized sweaters and a smile that says please don't look at me. Malakai Vashko looks at me anyway. Six foot seven. Russian. Knuckles that never heal. Eyes the colour of something cold and far away. He fights men twice his size for money and walks out of rooms without explaining himself to anyone. He told me he didn't need a friend. He told me to stop looking at him like he might be one. I should have listened. But I caught him trying to buy flowers for someone who couldn't receive them anymore, and something in me understood him before my brain caught up. He hides with silence and fists. I hide with silence and books. I didn't fix him. He didn't save me. But the night I grabbed an underground boxer by the hoodie outside a corner shop and told him to stop, something started between us that neither of us knew how to end. He still doesn't smile. But he stayed. ------------------ ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

Malika Danai is pressure. Friendly, social, and loved by all, Malika thrives in college and is often seen as a mirage - seemingly real and attainable but disappears when approached. She's a party girl to the core. Loves to drink, flirt, and explore with her best friends, Ayana and Isabella. Her beauty is undeniable. With curly black hair cascading over her shoulders and golden-brown skin that glows no matter where she's at, Malika's presence is impossible to ignore. Her dark brown eyes often sparks with mischief, and her full two-toned lips often curves into teasing grins that hints at secrets she rarely shares. Malika excels at a lot of things but she was never the study type. She prayed the night before exams and hoped that her grades would at least give her a passing score and somehow, that always worked. Until now... Her grades are barely holding on- good enough to pass, but not good enough for a sorority like the Alpha Kappa Alpha (AKA). She wants to join. No she needs to. It's the only way she can prove to her mother that she's worth it. And she'll do whatever it takes. Even if it means casting her pride aside to get help from the boy who loathes her existence. Meanwhile... Theo Sinclair is a weapon. An academic weapon that nobody can beat. Coming from an old money family where the expectations and bars are set high, Theo surpasses them all and is often pushed towards greatness by his family. Yet he has a big flaw: boredom. Because of his uncaring attitude towards everything and everyone around him, Theo is often alone. Deliberately avoiding attention and validation from peers; he thrives in the silence and rhythm of his own scheduled routines. He has only one rule; 'Never let myself feel things I can't control.' To him, parties are ratchet and vile. An enigma vastly contrasting his reverence for solitude, silence, and carefully ordered thoughts. So when he's pushed into an unwanted arrangement, he resents the intrusion because slowly, his rule...

***18+ MATURE CONTENT INVOLVED INCLUDING SEX AND VIOLENCE*** "You're always fucking begging." His tone was almost mocking and his grip was getting slightly tighter. "Doesn't take much does it?" I was caught off guard by his change in dynamic but it turned me on at the same time. My breath hitched, my fingers tightening slightly against his arm. "I-" I faltered, heat rushing to my face. "I'm not-" "Don't argue with me," Toni growled. My mouth closed instantly and Toni softened his grip on my throat only a little. "Tell me what you want," Toni said. My voice shook slightly. "I want you." "Not good enough." There was a pause before I finally spoke. "I want you...to fuck me." Toni's expression shifted to a satisfied one. His thumb brushed lightly against my throat, holding me there. "Needy little thing," he added under his breath. 💋

"I want to write poetry with my tongue inside of you Mi Amore". A young journalist, Celeste, goes undercover to investigate a reclusive billionaire's, Sante Morelli, rumored secret life. She infiltrates his world and uncovers not just his hidden past but also an irresistible chemistry between them.

Aamani Lalowa was born in the shadows of New Orleans. A gorgeous woman who fought her way out of violence and abandonment to become one of Manhattan's most promising prosecutors. Archie "Archibald" Walker was born into New York power. Old money, elite education, and a reputation as the city's most feared criminal defense attorney. Charming in public. Psychologically unhinged in private. A master manipulator. Their lives collide in one of the most televised, nationally explosive cases New York has ever seen, and the clash sparks something far darker than rivalry. A dangerous attraction. Twisted interest. But only on one side. Because while Aamani tries to keep her distance, Archie becomes intensely-dangerously-obsessed. An infatuation that evolves into a dark romance with no intention of ever letting her go. Not in this life. Not in any. He is not a good man. And when Aamani realizes she has crossed her moral lines and fallen directly into his trap, she faces a truth far more terrifying than the case itself: Archie Walker doesn't want justice. He wants her. Completely. Possessively. In the most darkest primal way... Surviving him may cost her everything-even her life. • ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ-ʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍꜱ, ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏꜱ.

"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included!*

*Synopsis* Rain Jameson has always felt the overwhelming burden of expectation, a weight that has shaped her life from an early age. Living in the suffocating shadow of her older sister, she has faced a relentless barrage of comparisons that have intensified her mother's grip on her. Her mother, a woman of unwavering ambition, has meticulously crafted Rain's life, still at the age of 22, dictating every detail in pursuit of perfection. The one sanctuary she has found amidst this chaos is figure skating-a graceful art her mother introduced her to when she was just a child. The icy rink has become Rain's refuge, a place where she can express her true self as she glides effortlessly across the surface, mastering spins and leaps that leave spectators breathless. As her senior year at Boston University approaches, she pours her heart and soul into the skating team, balancing her studies with intensive training and dreaming of a future that could break her mother's tight grip. Across campus, Beckham Wade stands at the center of attention as the legendary star of the hockey team at 23. From the moment he took his first steps, the rink has felt like his second home-a place where he trains tirelessly, his skates carving arcs in the ice. Inspired by his father, once a famous player himself. He embodies the essence of a natural athlete, his muscles toned from practice and gameplay, filled with the exuberance of youth. Days are spent honing his skills, while nights blur into wild parties where laughter echoes and adrenaline reigns. He grapples with the envy of his male peers, many of whom view him as a rival rather than a friend. As winter unfolds, Rain and Beckham are drawn closer on the rink. A spark ignites between them, hinting at a chemistry that's hard to ignore. Yet, as their feelings grow, they stand at a crossroads, aware that what could blossom into something beautiful might also cost them the very sanctuaries that define their lives

Juliette Moretti had long been the picture of duty. Born the daughter of a notorious mob boss, she grew up in the shadows of the underworld, groomed to play the part of the perfect daughter. Despite her resentment, she did everything right. She wore the dresses. Perfected the smile. Married the man who would finally free her from her fathers grip-Romeo Moretti. But Romeo was more than just an escape, Juliette loved him, naively. She spent ten years of marriage searching for a place in his guarded heart, and for ten years he adamantly pushed her away, tucking her in the shadows, treating her as little more than a possession. No matter their history. No matter what she did, or the child they shared. Now, older, smarter, Juliette has finally gained the resources she needs to leave this marriage once and for all. She'll do anything to give her daughter the life she deserves. The only problem? Romeo refuses to let go of what's his.

When 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 22, drops out of college after her father is sentenced to prison for a crime he swears he didn't commit, her life collapses fast...eviction notices, unpaid tuition, a mother barely holding it together. Then 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐕𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐧 appears. Late 40s. Private wealth. No digital footprint. He offers her a monthly allowance for companionship only. No sex. No exclusivity clause. No explanations. What unsettles Kailani isn't the money. It's how little she needs to explain herself because he already knows.