❝𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬." 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ "You listening to me for once? Crazyyy." He put his phone down, full attention on me. "C'mere den, sexy. We ain't got nothing but time." He bit his lip. Oh yeah, he was sumn serious cause that lil one two gon get me and him in trouble. . . . Dominic Winters didn't believe in love. Well, that sounded a bit harsh. He just didn't really think it was worth the effort. Why settle for one person when there were so many people who wanted him? So many to romance? He wasn't trying to be a playboy but it just ended up that way. His whole philosophy was "Marriage is a scam. Divorcing is inevitable. Every man and woman alike fell to his feet. There was no discrimination with him. Black, White, They, Them, She, He. He liked them all. It was mere fun to him, like a hobby to go along with his career he was building in college as the quarterback who was on a mission to make it to the big leagues all while keeping his grades in check and hanging with his boys. That's all it ever was for him. Then.. someone new came around. Someone who changed his routine of jumping from one person to the next. Dom was cool with everyone. He said wassup to everyone but when the new sophomore gave him nothing, no reaction, no interest, he was butt hurt to say the least. It even bruised his ego a bit. Messiah Hughes transferred to this new, better college. A fresh start to a shitty past year. It took a toll on him and he needed to get away, he had to. EXTENDES SYNOPSIS INSIDE. Updates every 3-7 days.

After years of observation in the shadows, Judah, a notorious and well respected drug trafficker, becomes obsessed with a basketball lover, Kianna-after being tasked with killing her-despite her unawareness of his existence. He proceeds to carry out the kidnapping plan but changes his mind about ending her life; instead, he manages to make her fall deeply in love with him. Judah then makes an audacious decision to train Kianna as his protégé, molding her into a skilled assassin who echoes his own deadly prowess. Together, they navigate treacherous paths, balancing their turbulent lives with the sensual whirlwind of love that entangles them.

What's more dangerous-the boy who wrecked her, or the man he's become? He's back, dragging their past behind him, setting fire to everything she's rebuilt. Hatred is easy. Walking away? Impossible. ________________ Damn him. Damn him for looking at me like that. For touching me like that. For acting as though he cared, when his actions and words spoke volumes to the contrary. I stop walking. The silence between us stretches, pulling tight, thrumming with something I refuse to name. I turn my head, just enough to catch the shape of him in the dying light. He's still standing there, still watching, like he's waiting. I force my voice to stay steady, to cut through the distance between us with all the venom I have left. "I hate you, Skepta Aldridge."

Why me? Let me tell you why. Ariana was out for a walk after getting into with her drugged out so called mother. As she walked her street at night she noticed this car following her. As she try to hurry and make it back home everything goes black and when she wakes up she finds herself in an unfamiliar house. Read to find out the rest..... Therealkylesister x Dave East Fan Fiction © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

We're just fuckin' baby... this ain't lovin' baby...

"Ya shoot I shoot that's just how it works"

"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒽𝓎." (Plus Size Story) Worthy has been let down her whole life by love so she avoids it, but what will happen when love finds her once more and show's her what it truly is? Enjoy my loves 🩷. Complete!

(REMMICK X FEMALE OC) ❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯. ❞ June was done with the stages and the spotlight until her brothers' juke joint pulled the music and the fire back out of her. But as her voice echoes through the night, it draws Remmick closer, a man bound by blood and desire, while the dark secrets of her past resurface, forcing her to face everything she thought she'd forgotten.

Mississippi, 1932. Her blood remembers. Descended from the Helsing line and raised on a diet of scripture, silver, and Southern folklore, she returns to her half-haunted hometown after months of hunting demons across Europe alongside her Uncle Wyatt and Great Aunt Del. But when she arrives, she senses something is upturned. Something foul has taken root in the dirt, older than prayer and hungrier than hell. She wants to kill it. Yet her blood calls for it. And what waits in the dark will answer.

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." 📚 Now Available on Amazon This story is officially published. You can now read the full, edited version on Amazon Kindle. (Link in bio)