Zyera Ambers minds her business. Cody Whittaker is the business at elite Aethelred University. Heir to a fortune and drowning in privilege, he's used to getting everything-and everyone-he wants. When the one person who doesn't acknowledge his existence captures his twisted fascination, a quiet obsession is born. Now, the king of campus will stop at nothing to make the scholarship artist his most prized possession.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞," 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞, 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐞𝐡." 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡, 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. ⋆ 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚎𝚑 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛-𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛. ⋆ ──── 𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚣𝚘 𝙳𝚎𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚊-𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘦𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦: 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 ⋆ ──── #1 detective 1/1/26

"You don't know what you do to me," he murmured against my skin. "You really don't." - Honesty, a Black girl with a sharp tongue and a bad attitude. lives in Brick City, a row of red-brick apartments know for gangbangers and old grandmothers who yearn for a better place to live. She works nights at a corner store, saving every dollar to get her little brother out of the environment before he becomes part of it. She doesn't have time for love, drama, or distractions. Then Cesar, a quiet white boy with a raspy voice and sweet way with words, moves into the building next door. Who is just trying to make a living off his mechanic job. What happens when these two cross paths and fall in love? Read to find out. #2 hoodlove #4 bwwm #3 blacklove

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

Serenity Davidson has no time for strays. She's too busy running Greensboro's best soul food catering business and keeping her mama happy. But when they find a starving, half-dead man collapsed on their front porch, Serenity does what she does best: she feeds him. He says his name is Kevin. He says he's an unemployed factory worker with "bad asthma." He is lying. He is Lorenzo Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Sicilian Mafia, battered and hiding in plain sight. He intended to heal, exact his revenge, and disappear. But after weeks of Serenity's pot roast, her warm bed, and her bossy attitude, Lorenzo realizes he has a new addiction. He's not just going to take back his empire. He's taking the cook with him.

"Whether you like it or not, and I'm ready to collect what's mine and You? Are MINE." MATURE CONTENT. Astoria Evans. She was anything but normal. Orphaned at a young age and continuously bullied at school that she even had to run from her birth place with her grandmother. Then she realises that she could see the supernatural and no one would believe her? Ghosts;The Dead, Anything. She saw them plain as day. She knew was different from the rest but after a stranger comes and turns her world upside down, she doesn't know what to believe. She knew she was special, but only thing she didn't know yet was she was the one Fate destined for the Big Angry God Downstairs. Pluto Being the antisocial god he is, he never expected to be suddenly summoned from the very brother he hated and despised. Then it was announced, his mate was to be born in 1000 years time? Of course, no less than one of the newer generation gods would do. So imagine his surprise when the goddess of love says his fated is a weak, flesh mortal. He storms out on this news not believing his ears. What sick fucking joke was this? 1017 years have passed since then and though she may be mortal but she's still his. And he was ready to collect what's his. ♡♡♡♡ Pluto pulled his black mask up, and looked coldly in Astoria's eyes. "I'll be back," He spoke. "Don't do anything stupid or I'll spank you." "But-" Pluto looked back at her harshly, "But what?" "You're not the boss of me." Astoria rose from her chair and stood in front of him poking him in the chest. Pluto caught her hands and leaned closer to her ear, "Don't hit me unless you want me to fuck you so hard in that bed until you can't move ever again." Astoria stared at his slashed eye and saw he was dead serious, Pluto released her with chuckle. He dragged down his body suit to his collarbone where it shone a bright purple with an evil glint in his dark eyes, "You may not think you're mine but your cunt sure does."

❝You're too much of a nice boy, 𝐋𝐞𝐨.❞ ❝Really?❞ Leo scoffed, gripping Noel's entire pussy with his one hand, his fingers toying with her dripping panties. ❝A nice boy, 𝐍𝐨𝐞𝐥? Would a nice boy have you soaked like this?❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ What happens when one of the university's star players and a young legend in the music industry with a horrible reputation cross paths? 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟒/𝟑𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟎𝟒/𝟎𝟔/𝟐𝟓 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - #𝟏 - 𝐰𝐦𝐛𝐰 - #𝟕 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

I punched at his chest. "You're an asshole! A big pathetic asshole! No wonder why you're alone! No one will ever love a monster like you." I gritted through my teeth. Okay - maybe the last part was a little too harsh. But I mean he deserved it, right? I could see him getting angry - that I definitely hit a nerve. "Say that again." He growled. "What, you need me to spell it out for you? Assho-" I couldn't even finish my sentence! The devilish man grabbed my neck and the next thing I knew I was crushed against the wall with his hot lips dominating mine. Oh moon goddess, what am I getting myself into again? ➖ ✴ ➖ note - this story will contain mature content. 18+ read at your own risk. enjoy!

Kahlani never meant to fall for Mateo, the Hispanic football star who only dates within his race. She was never supposed to matter. Just the best friend in the background. The secret. The girl he reaches for in the dark and ignores in public. One night changes everything. She gives him her first time. He gives her lies, broken promises, and just enough attention to keep her coming back. Every. Single. Time. Even after he hurts her, even after he chooses someone else, she always returns. Because loving Mateo is an addiction disguised as romance and she's hooked. Ever wondered what it's like to be the other woman? To crave someone who will never truly be yours? To stay, knowing you're not the priority, but hoping he'll eventually change? This isn't a love story. It's obsession, manipulation, and destruction wrapped up in desire. Secrets this ugly never stay buried, and when they surface, someone's heart won't survive. 🚨Fair warning: this is not your typical cute, lovey-dovey romance. This story is raw, messy, toxic and emotionally intense. You'll laugh, cry, get angry, feel hope, and feel heartbreak. So please read at your own discretion. With that being said... let's dive in. I hope you enjoy every twisted moment.🚨

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."