"Don't cry." I gasped. Leon. He stood a few feet away, watching me with that same intense stare. Those dark monolid eyes. I was terrified of him. And it wasn't because he was riddled with an ink sleeve running up his right arm, lip, ear, eyebrow piercings that glinted against his olive casted skin. Or even the fact that he was very tall and muscular. It was because his eyes were so intense they made my heart skip a beat. Everything about him screamed danger up close, but his presence felt... steady. Secure. My pulse continued to pound loudly in my ears. The way he was looking at me now, It made my skin burn in an entirely new way. He crouched slightly, his dark gaze locking onto mine. And then-so effortlessly, so intimately-his thumb brushed against my cheek, wiping away a stray tear. I flinched. Not from fear. From something else entirely. His touch was fire. "They shouldn't have said those things." His voice was softer now, a quiet rumble that slid over my skin like silk, a slight accent peaking through the vowels. "They don't know how to approach you. You intimidate them." I blinked. "Me?" His lips twitched slightly, as if amused by my confusion. Then-gently, the heat of his palm curled around mine, grounding, consuming, and he helped me to my feet. And then his gaze wandered. Slowly. Deliberately. Down my body. "They don't know how to appreciate a woman's body, so they make jokes." He says. Then- "If I were to have you," he murmured, voice impossibly deep, "I'd worship your body. Make you realize how beautiful you are until it's branded into your mind. Until one day, you'll look in the mirror and see what I see." My breath hitched. We stood there in silence. Then, he turned, walking toward the door, leaving me standing there, breathless, trembling, changed.

"If that demon were to see you, he would kiss your eyes and repent. Your body is sinful perfection. It's the apple begging to be bitten. You are like the tree in Eden in which no one- not even God himself- would be able to resist." ----------------------------- Saint Jones The boy who's hated Luci Black since the day she came to Kingston High. The boy who's bullied her since day one. The boy who can't help but get angry every time he looks at her. The boy with an aura of goodness radiating out of him. The boy who knows her secret. The boy who is trying to hide his. Luci Black The girl everyone can't help but stare at. The girl with the unrecognizable aura to her that makes people angry. The girl who tries very hard to be good. The girl that will never be "good enough" The girl with the secret no one must know. What will happen when the two secrets are revealed? What happens when Heaven and Hell meet?

Blind to his relentless gaze, Ciauna moves through her day, unaware of the noose tightening around her. It only took one glance-just one-for Obeye to decide she would be his. From that moment, he watched from the shadows, his patience unnervingly steady, biding his time and savoring the anticipation before he struck. By the time Ciauna feels the shift in the air, a chilling prickle at the back of her neck, it's far too late. He has her now, ensnared in his grip, forced to bend to his every dark whim-no escape, no turning back. But the worst part? A small, unyielding part of her doesn't want to resist him at all. ________________ As I reached the edge of his desk, his hands gripped my hips, the sudden contact making me gasp. His touch was firm, almost painful, as he spun me around to face the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. "Look out there," he said, his breath hot against my ear. "See all of that?" I nodded, my eyes blurring with unshed tears as I took in the twinkling lights of the cityscape. "That's your world," he whispered, his grip tightening. "And I control it. Now, bend over the desk."

"You want this, flower? You want me to fuck you with my knife while I suck on your cunt?" *** Lily's yearning for love clashes with a cruel arranged marriage and years of abuse. Amidst her torment, fate leads her to the enigmatic and ruthless don of the Italian Mafia, a man with a dark past and a heart stained with the blood of his deeds. Their meeting sparks an intense connection, igniting a forbidden bond that intertwines love with the allure of their shared pasts. Inspired loosely by Beauty and The Beast. [[word count: 90,000-100,000]] Highest Rankings: #1 in Sexual Themes #1 in Adult Romance #1 in Mature Themes #1 in Disney Princess #2 in Black Woman #2 in Retelling

"I'm okay I think, how long does this stuff usually last?" "A few hours, you should be fine by the time you wake up...can I ask a favor from you?" "Sure, I guess so" suddenly I felt nervous near him "Would you mind if we cuddled?" *** This work is complete fiction and of my own imagination. This book will contain mature content such as violence, explicit sex, drug use and swearing and is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. Please do not steal, copy or plagiarize in any way. Started: 1/30/21 Finished: 3/7/22 Best rankings #1 Chubby 6/17/22 #15 AMBW 6/30/22

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞...𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲.." "....𝐇𝐦𝐦.. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚?" In which you meet a mysterious and closed off boy in the library, who strangely gives off familiar energy, but is a complete "stranger". So much secrets, so much emotions, so much intimacy, so much LOVE. Somehow he just can't seem to stay away from you, as you just can't seem to stay away from him. HIM; the boy from the library. BLACK FEM READER (She/her prns) Erenxblackreader Please do not copy my story or repost/ rewrite it This story does contain mature themes such as smoking, sensitive topics, and sexual moments, heavy violence, as well as vulgar language. If you feel uncomfortable with any of those things this story is not for you ⚠️ If any images are used they are not mine unless I say they are, so creds to the artist ⚠️ ⚠️ I do not own Attack on Titan or any of the characters from the anime ⚠️

It started off as a favor. Now Remy and Amir are so deep into each other... it might be impossible for things to go back to how they were before.

Londoner Natalia moves to small-town Texas for a year-long teaching exchange. Clashing with the brooding football coach Gabe Mercier, sparks fly between them despite their differences. As they work together, they must confront their pasts and growing feelings. Can they bridge their cultural divide and find love before Natalia's time runs out? Mature Scenes Mature Themes Occasional course language Please read at own risk and discretion. Started: January 2020 Finished: June 2020 Currently: Editing.

(The rest of my main characters in other books are not described and are meant for the reader to imagine however they want. But this story is specifically bwwm as I was asked to create) Willow, a soft and innocent goody two shoes who is just trying to make ends meet to support herself and her dad, takes up a new job as a maid in one of the richest neighborhoods in the city. She expects it to be like all of the other cleaning jobs she's had until she finds out her new boss has a son her age. Isaiah, the menacing bad boy who isn't used to the rich life. He's actually used to much worse, and it shows. Although she thinks the two are too different and Isaiah isn't the kind of person or lives the kind of lifestyle Willow is used to, she finds herself being around Isaiah increasingly often, contrary to his seemingly bad influence. Can she handle it? (Warning: story contains smutt scenes, second hand embarrassment worthy scenes, and mature language)

[ COMPLETED ] Eliana Oakley and Casen Walker couldn't be further on the other's spectrum. Eliana is twenty-one years old and in her last year of college. An artist at heart, she uses that to her advantage to further her early fashion design career. A protégé under Florence Harvey, internationally known luxury designer, Eliana doesn't have much time for anything other than burying her face into her sewing machine. Casen - otherwise known as Case to his football buddies - is twenty-two and on track to the NFL as a rookie Wide Receiver, just preparing to graduate with his degree in engineering. Oh, let's not forget his minor in hoe behavior. They roll with different social cliques - there was supposed to be no chance of them meeting. Especially in their final year in college. But one faithful friends night out at a bowling alley changes everything. COPYRIGHT © MIDNXGHTSUN