Rosabelle Hlulani, South African born girl, has the worst fortune in the history of worst fortunes. Demitri Ivanov, Russian born man, had a deep dark secret, he's often referred to as the devil. What happens when Rosebelle finds out what Demitri's secret is? Will she run? Will she stay? ~~ His eyes flashed, and not like darkened, no. They turned... they turned red. What surprised me, was that I stayed, why? I don't know myself. One thing I do know is Mr Ivanov is strange. ~~ "Night Demmy." I said, yawning. "Don't let my friends hear you call me that." He said turning to look at me. He had his back to me. I could see his many tattoos. ~~ "Fucking leave this room." He said in a deep voice. I had yet to open my eyes. His morning voice is something else. "If I open my eyes and you're still here, I'm attending your funeral tomorrow." I heard some running and the door slamming. ~~ I pulled her towards the house after regaining composure. How the hell am I going to explain this? After I accused her of witchcraft. ~~ I glared at Sasha, he took the one person I wanted by my side to bare through to this torture. My jaw locked, my hand itched towards the knife on the table, close to my plate. I felt a warm hand on mine. ~~ "Baby mamas, no. Crazy exes, no. Ex-hook-ups and occasional fuck buddies, sure." He said, pausing in his work to address me properly. "So no children?" I asked him trying to be sure. ~~ I leaned forward to take it, but my ass rubbed into his hard cock. I grinded into him for a second longer, which made him grunt but it probably sounded like an angry grunt to the person on the line. ~~

When a beautiful African girl just starting her adulthood is kidnapped from her country and sold off to the Mafia, her life does a full 360. Will she be able to cope? ############### *She quickly gets on her knees and bows in front of me. "What are you atoning for?" I ask "I b-broke your cologne. I didn't mean to. I s-swear, it was a mistake. I was wiping the counter and I didn't see it, all I saw was the bottle broken on the floor and the carpet wet." She explains panicky. "And?" I ask trying not to sound amused. The sight in front of me is pleasing. The things I do to women on thier knees "I accept whatever punishment the Don gives" she says*

Excerpt from book: "Have you ever gotten head before?" he asked, if my skin was lighter I would've been as red as a tomato. "No." I whispered. "Don't worry kitten, just relax, I only want a taste," it only gets better from there. read more to find out ;) Previously "Her Broken Heart & His Redemption" #1 in Darkskin🤎 All rights reserved. Any part of this book should not be used in any form or by any means without the prior consent of the publisher. His Darkskin Beauty © 2021 UnquePry This book is a work of fiction. All the characters, names, places, events, etc. portrayed in this book is either the author's imagination or fake. Any resemblance of actual events, person, place, etc. is coincidental. I do NOT own any pictures or videos used in this book.

. . . . . While every other room was filled with your typical everyday school supplies, his was more of a play room than anything else. Like some kind of sex dungeon for those people with sex kinks would have. His hand lightly grasped my neck, as he applied light pressure. I was scared this was our last session, before he was going to drop me like the rest of his woman. I let my fingers trail down his torso, to the hem of boxers, wanting to go further than that. We were so close, I could smell his after aftershave. His jaw line that clinched whenever he was angry, making it much more entertaining in class. I was getting impatient with his slow pace, so I decided to make the first move. As soon as our lips connected, I could feel the guilt. But it was too late, all I could do now was enjoy, while it lasted. . .

Completed📌 ~Jacob Park and Arthur White ~ "I'm scared....maybe this isn't a good idea" I stammer stepping back, but he gets a hold of my waist to pull me forward. "I got you" He says tightening his hold on my waist, "there's nothing to worry about." I doubtfully look him in the eyes and take a deep breath when he strokes my hair, "promise?" "Yeah" he assures me and I take a deep breath when he murmurs the following words looking me deep in the eyes, "I promise." •••• The chemistry they have is remarkably out of this world. Jacob Park has always been a loner. Not that he wants to be one but his shy demeanor never allows him to make friends. Even though he's from a decent family, life never treated him fair. There was always this one thing missing and the one thing he's willing to do anything to get: HAPPINESS. Arthur White isn't the caring type and he's everything but respectful. He doesn't care about how anyone feels and he has a demeanor that demands respect. He has to change school every single time because of the different jobs his father does. It's always the same where he goes, plain and boring, but when he finally moves back to his hometown, everything's different. In his school he comes across this nice boy that wouldn't leave his mind and that made him question himself. Arthur was never one to assist or help anyone, let alone get close to them but confusion still ran wild in his mind when he got this sudden urge to protect Jacob Park in the hallways. #1 Mental health #1 bxb #1 wattpride

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 '𝖘𝖎𝖗'

Just a story I wrote from the top of my head❤️ Enjoy! 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐧: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬! 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐬 " ⚠️, ‼️ 𝐨𝐫 🚨" 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 🙏🏽 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤: 𝟏| 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭| 𝐀 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ☺️💛

"𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚗𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝"

Kareem Jabar is a 26 year old college graduate moving back home to start as an intern at a local hospital in Miami, Florida. Returning home wasn't on his list of things but with an ill mother and an older brother running the streets it was necessary. He always imagined leaving the hood never to return but now coming back old memories and deadly secrets come back to haunt him. James "Deuce" Cartier is a 30 year old drug distributor for a big time Mexican Kingpin. He kills first and ask questions later. He has had his claws in Miami since he was just 21 and there are no signs of stopping anytime soon thats until he runs into an old flame that sparks a fire he has buried and when enemies emerge from the shadows things get deadly in a Thugs World.