"Wherever your soul was before, mine was there too." - Hira He's Jackson. But he's also: Daniel. Theodore. Nathan. Nicholas. Zachary. She's Aaliyah. But she's also: Grace. Kathryn. Jessica. Amaya. Eve. It's the same story every time. They meet, they fall in love, they get ripped apart. Will Jackson and Aaliyah be the ones to end up together? Or will the cycle of love, death and reincarnation continue?

"With a swift motion he entered me and I cried out, and for the first time using "foul language" as I can recall Mama saying. I felt him in me, and slowly move to push himself deeper in. It still hurt like hell, but after he began to move a bit more I grew accustomed to him. My once cries of pain became cries of pleasure as he thrusted into me. At some point in time, that I can't recall, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck. I met his thrusts automatically. I felt myself tighten around him. And then I felt great pleasure flood out of me as I climax." •*•*•*•*•*• Shanti was born to be married, or more like sold to the highest bidder. All her life she has known this. At her first auction she was bought by the gorgeous and rich Andrew Knight. Andrew has made it clear to her that she is to refer to him as "Master". As her time with Andrew increases, Shanti begins to feel something she grew up with out. Love.

"Who was he." His hand slides up from my chest to fitting perfectly around my neck. "I told you, my third cous-" his grip tightens making me place my hand around his wrist. "Are you lying baby." His cold gaze meets my soft brown eyes and I nervously nod. "No. I'm not lying Alex." I bite my lip. "Good. You don't want anything bad to happen." "Like what?" He kisses my lips before releasing me and walking off leaving me alone in the empty streets of Cali. WARNING: Contains drugs, language and mature themes. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

"He fell into despair and lost all hope... For who could ever love a beast?" -Beauty and The Beast ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• When Elle stumbled upon an ad for a stay in chef, she thought the universe had finally tipped in her favor. After graduating from culinary school, she wasn't sure what direction her life would go in... Until she met Stefan DeGramont. At first, he seemed like a cold hearted, presumptuous, egotistical asshole. As she grew to know him... Well... I guess you could add Mafia boss to the list. Now tangled in his crazy Mafia business, will something fragile like her heart, be on the line? Or maybe something more risky, like her life? Could all this be avoided If she can learn to love the man behind the beast... Before it's too late. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "A thorn defends the Rose. Harming only those that will steal the blossom." **PLEASE Beware: I wrote this a few years ago so the spelling errors are there, and some cringe moments are present. I'll accept all health invoices for any emotional and mental damage inflicted during this read xoxo

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\\\\This is just a sample of the story. The complete story is published on GOODNOVEL APP.\\\\\ . . . He pulled me inside my office, slammed the door shut and came up to me. I stepped back. He tugged me harshly towards his chest. Before I could think how he knew about my office he smashed his lips to mine. He was devouring my lips like it's his last meal. For a second I was also drowning in the sea of pleasure I was receiving. Then I returned to my senses and pushed him, like tried to push him but he didn't budge. Now he was nuzzling my neck. "A-alim." "SHUT UP, just shut up." I looked into his eyes and it was the first time in my life that I feared him. They were red like the eyes of a pureblood vampire. He looked like he was ready to kill anyone in his wild fury no and he would enjoy it. That anyone was most likely my fiance. He put his forehead over mine. His breath was fanning my face. "I don't want to have that so-called relationship with you, "I said with determination. "Ah, that." He put his hand on his chin like he was thinking hard. "That you will have," he said quite calmly and kissed my forehead.

Looking for a new read? Want something Black? Want something African? Look no more, the books you will find here will be black and African. Anything showcasing black and African as the main story or with black main characters. Either it being African American or just African. Black writers should be celebrated everday and not just on black history month. The books here have been specially selected by me. From romance to all other genres. They have been organized too.

08.04.2022- #1 in BWWM 05.12.2021-#1 in BlackGirlMagic 12.08.2020- #1 Lordoftherings 01.30.2021-#1 supernatural romance "I love you because an entire universe conspired to help me find you" Willow Dubois, a feisty, fiercely independent young woman becomes the center of intrigues and power struggles of Middle Earth. Her ties to this mysterious world are revealed during her journey through Middle Earth. As she battles against the Dark Lord, Morgoth, and his persistent obsessions, she is protected by the Elven Prince Legolas Greenleaf. Willow is drawn to Legolas in more ways than even she understands. At first, he remains by her side compelled by a sense of duty but his resolve is quickly challenged by something more. #1 - Legolas 05/08/20

New to the small southern town, brown-skinned Evalyn Brown answers an ad for domestic help. Enter her new employer, the disagreeable and decidedly white William Davis, who works for the town's police department. As time progresses, their relationship to each other, their small town, and the people who inhabit it changes. In the mid-1900s in a place so easily described as backwards, change can very rapidly become a dangerous friend. x He said nothing but continued to approach, and I started backing up, my hands in front of me to create space. He advanced until I had nowhere to go, and the stories of southern Negro women being lynched, beaten, raped, and on swirled in my mind. There were some battles to fight, and this was not one of them. I just wanted to appease whatever angry beast I had stirred within him and go back to my role as his quiet housekeeper. "William, I - ." Idiot! His whispered name slipped from my mouth before I could stop it. Today was the worst possible day to mistakenly call him by his first name. I closed my eyes as tears escaped out their corners. I didn't want to watch whatever was going to happen next. "Look. At. Me." His words were a constrictor that wound around my neck and tightened. His heady, hot breath fanned over my face. I opened my eyes and peered through my tear-blurred vision. His orbs were almost black as onyx, but tumultuous and frightening. He studied me and my pulse thudded deafeningly in my ears. "I want you to stop." His voice was low and threatening.

Gyllene (Jil-in-ay) was a poor, 17 year old girl. Angelo is the Italian Mafia's don. •You have been advised now 18 AND OLDER •VERY mature content •I do not own any of the pictures or videos. •Please do not steal my ideas.