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. ~~

Five years after a night of forbidden passion, a powerful mafia Don's violent pursuit of a debt leads him back to the enigmatic dancer unaware that she holds a secret that could shatter his empire: his heir. ••••••• Tristian Perry, the undisputed kingpin of New York's underworld, lives by a strict code: power, respect, and ruthless efficiency. A chance encounter five years ago with a young stripper named Lyric Raven resulted in a single night of intense passion, a night he barely remembers amidst the chaos of his life. Lyric, on the other hand, never forgot Tristian. That night left her with Trevor , a son she's fiercely protected, keeping his paternity a secret. Now, five years later, their worlds collide again with explosive force. Tristian, enraged by a dealer's betrayal, traces him to his apartment, only to find Lyric and Trevor living there with him. He kidnaps them both, intending to use them as leverage against her brother until his debt is paid. Lyric, hardened by five years of single motherhood but still possessing the spark that initially captivated him, ignites a dangerous desire he thought he'd buried. Tristian is torn between his ruthless nature, his growing affection for Trevor, and his re-emerging obsession with Lyric.

She dreams of owning her own bakery one day. Baking is her passion and what she considers her dream job. She was content in life, just taking things one day at a time learning new techniques and recipes every day. She didn't think life could get any better, that is, until she met him. His life was already a successful one. He was a very private man who's only goal in life was to continue making more money, building his legacy up, despite coming from old money. He was content in life and wanted for nothing, that is, until he met her. ------- "Have a nice day." I told him with a smile as I gave him the box. "Have dinner with me." He told me." Here we go... "Have a nice day." I repeated with a smile. My customer service is excellent if I do say so myself. He gave a light laugh. "I'll see you around glykiá mou." He told me and just like that he was out the door. Highest rating: #9 in Interracial ~ May 2022 #1 in Baking~ August 2022 #3 in Interracial ~ August 2022 #1 in Rich ~ October 2022 Created: Sept 2021 Published: 5/18/22 Completed: 8/26/22

"Killian please.." I whimpered out as my bruised hands laid against the concrete. He inhaled with his cigarette in his mouth as he then took it between his index and middle finger, removing it from his mouth, "Bellissima..this thing,you would call a man, tried to hurt you. And you're begging for his mercy." The guy pleaded as he laid on the floor with a busted knee, howling with pain. I can see the entertainment in Killian's eyes as he pulled the silver pistol from his hip and shot the man through his skull. "vedi le cose che farei per te, Bellissima..."

|EDITED| I should've left. I knew I should've turned the hell around. Shut the door. Pretended I didn't see a damn thing. But I didn't. I stood there, frozen. Mesmerized. Cursed. She let the towel fall away. My breath caught when her breasts spilled free-round, medium-sized, her nipples already stiff. She palmed them, moaning low in her throat, her hips shifting against her fingers. Her waist was so damn small, and those thighs... Fuck. Those thick thighs spread wide, holding nothing back. Her clit swollen, her moans growing louder, filling every inch of space in the house. And all I could think was I want to be the one making her sound like that. I wanted to drop to my knees. Slide my mouth up her thighs. Bury my face in that sweet pussy until she screamed my name. God, she was so beautiful, so uninhibited. So fucking close. Amina and Mason have been friends forever. But not even forever prepares them for this. They've shared everything-secrets, laughs, and late-night talks-but never touched the spark simmering just beneath the surface. So when they decide to explore their sexual chemistry under a strict set of rules, it's supposed to be simple. No drama. No emotions. Just heat. But rules don't stand a chance when the lines blur between friendship and something far more dangerous. Because once they cross that line... there's no going back This book was inspired by the song. (That Way by Tate McRae ) !!WARNING!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT OF DETAILED SEXUAL CONTENT|

Imani Robinson is 22 and used to surviving on her own. Stripping pays the bills, but the stage is the only place she lets anyone get close. In her world, love is a luxury, trust is a risk, and men are just customers. Silas Greene is 25 and born into violence. As a ruthless mafia lord, his name carries power, fear, and a trail of bodies. He doesn't believe in love-only loyalty, control, and consequences. But when Silas sees Imani, he doesn't just want her. He needs her. He doesn't care about the rules. She doesn't want to be owned. Too bad neither of them gets a choice. this story contains explicit sexual content, strong language, and emotionally intense scenes. please read at your own pace and comfort level. this is your final content warning moving forward.

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

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.

Zola West thought keeping her head down and running numbers for a Miami nightclub would be enough to survive. But when secrets surface and money goes missing, she finds herself face-to-face with the Bratva-and the ruthless man behind it all. Nikolai Malakhov doesn't tolerate betrayal, but there's something about the sharp-mouthed accountant that makes him hesitate. Now she's in his world, on his payroll, and under his control. The numbers don't lie. But Zola does-and it might cost her everything. A dark, addictive story of power, obsession, and survival.

The first thing he noticed wasn't the blood in the glass. It was her. Draped in crimson silk, barefoot, smiling like she'd been expecting him. "You're not very good at breaking and entering," she said. Her voice was honey and rot. Cassian tightened his grip on the crowbar. "I didn't think anyone was home." She stepped forward. "You were wrong." And God, he was. SLOW UPDATES!!!