Love in the Ghetto

Earning a bachelor's degree in business and owning a professional cleaning service gave her the financial security that too many young women craved but failed to obtain. Though Sorrow's business acumen gave her the freedom to make any decisions she wished, difficulties in her previous love life left Sorrow somewhat jaded concerning the opposite sex. Based on her experiences, Sorry Olivia Shay makes up her mind that decent men no longer exist. Instead of searching for someone to share her accomplishments with, she invests most of her time in building her business. All is well as far as Sorrow is concerned until one unexpected event occurs in her life. A loner his entire life, Eli Asher Greenfield has never been confused with the "Jock" or the "Life of the Party". For better or worse, Asher is the "Nice Guy," and unfortunately for him, they say nice guys always finish last... or do they? Prosecuting Attorney Greenfield is a socially awkward introvert, who manages to navigate the painful yet shameful existence of a divorcee. By focusing his attention on his career, Asher secures an existence with no further mishaps. With pencil-sharp features, a tall lean frame, and an air of nerdy sophistication that some might consider "Dorky Sexiness", Asher loses himself in work to shield himself from women and the failures he associates with them. What will become of Asher and Sorrow when their business relationship takes an unexpected turn for which neither of them is prepared? This is a Curvy Community Romance: #DISCLOSURE #CelebrateBlackStories #Curvy #Community #EyesLipsFierce ⛔️TRIGGER WARNING: This story is MATURE. There are explicit depictions of sexual acts written within the context of this story. If this is offensive or triggering for you, please do not read this story. Thanks.⛔️

She looked up, tears drenching her dark eyelashes. She sees him in the obsidian shadows of the room. A scream is stuck in her throat, unable to erupt from her mouth. She tries to turn and run, but as she moves her feet and takes a step, muscly arms encircle her waist. She feels her body lift above the ground, and seconds later her back slams against the wall. His fingers dig into her wrists, making her feel a stinging pain shoot up her arms. Her eyes are shut tight. 'Open your eyes'. She keeps them shut. 'Open your eyes, angel'. Her head is twisted to side, wanting to melt into the wall. His broad chest pressed up against every inch of her skin. He slams her against the wall again, making her yelp in pain, 'I SAID OPEN YOUR EYES!' She opens them slowly and looks at his face. She can see his eyes, black pools of emotion. Obsession. Lust. Possessiveness. Desire. Love. Dominance. Angelica Ziva Kareem. A beautiful, young woman, who aspires to complete her degree in Medicine. Her dream? To travel the world, to be free and to help those in need. Gabriel Dominic Rodrigo. Handsome, dark, possessive. Rich and hard working to the world above. Monster to the underworld. His life? What he wants, he gets. And he has his eyes set on little Angelica.

Audrey has had to face the harsh reality of life at the age of sixteen, when her mom left her to take care of her three younger siblings and alcoholic father. Now at twenty-four, she basically gave herself up to everyone else. Her time, love, and energy all split for those around her leaving nothing for herself. When Jonah, a frequent guest at the hotel she works for, sparks her attention she gives into the temptation of having fun while remaining guarded in all the ways that count. What Audrey doesn't expect is that Jonah is a patient man and willing to do whatever it takes for her to just Let Him in.

"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

Book One in the My Mate Series - "Elijah," Alexander calls in this terrifying voice. I know it's dangerous but I ignore him, I keep my eyes shut and continue to rock myself back and forth, my hands blocking my ears. I didn't want to look at him, I didn't want to see those black orbs. "Look at me." He demands, his voice depicting his rage. "No," I whisper. "Look at me or I swear, I will do it!" He shouts. I'm not completely sure what 'it' is but I'm sure it has to do with death. Although the poor kid probably wants exactly that. I want that for him right now. It must be a lot less painful than what he's probably going through. Slowly, I reluctantly remove my hands from my ears and pick up my head from my knees, I open my eyes gazing up at him. As soon as I do - I wish I hadn't. Because as soon as I do Alexander snaps his neck. I gasp, tears sliding down my cheeks even faster than they were before. My mate is a monster. "I told you." He laughs, "I am a monster. And guess what?" He pauses, as if daring me to say something, "I don't intend on changing for anyone and especially not you." - Copyright © Mbalii *NOT man x man. *Completed.

"Who are you?" No response. I could feel the heat from his body luring behind me causing me to be even more on edge. "What do you want from me?" I tried to confidently say but instead the statement came out breathy and shaky giving away how nervous I actually was. He only smirked. I could feel it. I so desperately wanted to wipe that cocky gesture off his face but it seemed like my body couldn't rotate. I was stuck looking straight forward. Then I saw the silhouette of his body in front of me. I looked up but the only things visible were his eyes. Those gorgeous orbs that always seemed to entrance me while reading my soul. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- They say that the heart wants what it wants. But what happens when the Soul begins to yearn for its true match? Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the image used to make the cover photo. No need for copyright infringement. BWHM (Black Woman Hispanic Man) #1 in Natural Ranked #10 in "Natural" 2020 Ranked #14 in "Brown Skin" 2018 Ranked #235 in "Curvy" 2018 Ranked #184 in "Possessive" 2018

Nichole Richards is currently living her best life. She's single and mingling, has an amazing group of friends, and business is booming for her bakery business. Things only take a turn for the worst after she discovers that someone from her past has recently been released early from prison... and she's on their hit list. In the span of a few short weeks, Nichole's seemingly perfect life is flipped upside down. And it's not because she finds herself falling for two very handsome men, her heart wanting both instead of one, but rather, it's because her past refuses to let her move on. Will Nichole's new lovers be able to protect her from harm? Or will she have to battle the demons from her past all by herself? . . . Copyright © 2022, Amy N. Johnson. All Rights Reserved.

"I don't care if you want it or not, all I care about is you believing and admitting that you are mine. I don't care what lengths I have to go to make you believe that you're mine. You belong to me , I own you Chula " his voice alone sent chills down my spine. Staring into his eyes, all is see is fury, I clasped my hand on his tight hands trying to get him to stop. I begged him with my welled up eyes, begging him to stop. I couldn't produce any sound. He finally let go off me. I had to cough couple of times to clear my air passage. I stared at him and I can't even find any regrets, he still had the same expression on. "Michele you can't do this to me. I have a life back home, I have people out there that needs me.. ... " i was saying until I got snatched up again. This time his grip on my neck tightened . "What part of you belong to me now don't you understand !! " he yelled in my face. His eyes went from deep brown to dark. They are blazing with fury. I blinked rapidly and the tears finally flowed freely from my eyes. At this point, I know he's definitely going to kill me if he continues like this. He let go of me but immediately snatched my hands " I guess I have to remind you that you're mine After all " with that he starts dragging me as he walked.