PAIN AND PLEASURE: The BDSM SERIES Book 1 Will No one knows that the professor who commands the entire class is the same woman I control completely. The same classroom where she teaches, becomes the place where I punish her after everyone's gone. Iva I've always known about my dark desires, to be controlled, to be punished, but I never imagined one of my own students would be the one to fulfill them. As he tests my limits and takes control, we both find ourselves falling deeper... every single day. *** "Professor, you know I don't repeat myself. Open your legs now, or I'll put you over my lap and spank you. Is that what you want, your students discovering that their strict professor is a submissive?" Fuck! Why do his warnings always turn me on instead of pissing me off? This time, I splay my legs, trying not to provoke him further. I quickly glance around. Thankfully, everyone is too busy working on their test to notice anything. My breath catches as his hand slips between my thighs, under the desk.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

Jadelola Adebayo. She wasn't royalty. She wasn't billionaire-born. But she was brilliant with her hands, her designs slipping across Lagos society like silk - literally. She told herself it was only business. She told herself she would present the sketches, bow politely, and leave. But destiny has a way of rearranging careful plans. Because somewhere in the palace, descending from his own convoy with the slow arrogance of a man who had never been denied, was Prince Damilola Damien Adediran. And when his path collided with hers, Lagos itself seemed to pause. The city would remember their story. The blogs would feast on whispers of it. But in this moment, the world had no idea. All that existed was the dangerous pull between a woman who thought herself safe within marriage, and the Prince who had already chosen her - the one he would name Arike. She scowled, though her pulse betrayed her. "I told you before. I'm married. I don't belong to you." He stepped closer, closing the distance in unhurried strides until her back grazed the wall. His hand lifted, not touching, just hovering by her cheek. "Say it again, Arike. Louder this time. Maybe then I'll believe you." Her breath caught. "You're shameless." "Mm." His grin widened, vulgar and beautiful all at once. "Shameless enough to imagine what your lips taste like when you're angry. Shameless enough to want to hear you gasp my name the way you're gasping now." "Stop." Her palms pressed against his chest. Firm muscle beneath the fabric. Too warm. Too alive. He groaned, deep and rough, the sound vibrating under her touch. "Every time you touch me, Arike, you make it worse. Do you know that?" "I'm not-" she stammered, but he cut her off, voice dipping lower. "You think I don't see the way your pulse jumps when I look at you? The way you bite your lip when you're trying to hold back? Don't lie to me, ìfé mi. Your body betrays you

"Next time don't roam the school grounds without a proper covering for your hair." Some girls cross oceans for adventure. Rashida Fintiri crossed one for a boy. Leaving behind the polished halls of her Swiss boarding school, Rashida Fintiri arrives in Abuja with one thing on her mind. Alim. Her cousin, her closest friend, and the boy she has quietly loved for as long as she can remember. She traded Switzerland for this, for him, certain that proximity would finally tip the scales in her favour. It does not. Alim only has eyes for Tahira, the soft-spoken, effortlessly beautiful girl every boy in school seems to notice and every girl cannot help but resent. For Rashida, the sight of it is unbearable. Humiliating. And when Rashida hurts, she does not cry quietly in corners. She strikes. Tahira becomes her target. A campaign of cold shoulders, cutting words and calculated cruelty that Rashida tells herself is deserved. That she tells herself is nothing. But nothing has a way of becoming everything. Because someone is watching. Senior Babangana, Alhaji Baba to those who know better than to test him, the most feared and sought after boy in school, son of old money and a name that opens doors, has noticed. Not Tahira. Not the girl everyone expects him to look at. He is watching Rashida. And in a school where everyone is performing for someone, Rashida is about to find out what it means to be truly seen by someone who sees far too much. "I don't know how to play basketball senior" Babangana' gaze drifts over her and she could feel a pinch from how dismissive he is. "You'll learn come here.

She's Igbo He's Yoruba, She's haughty and doesn't flow with the low class He's down to earth and a handsome sweetheart, She's rude and sassy He's calm and gentle, She's in love with money He's in search for true love, She's the daughter of an extremely rich business tycoon and... He's the Senator's Son. ~~~ Femi Omashola is the son of a very famous and rich senator known as Senator Tobi Omashola. Femi has the cars, he has the money, he has the fame, he also has the handsome looks that every woman longs for and he has every material thing money could ever offer or he'd desire. But despite all these privileges; he's a kind and generous individual. He's down to earth and he values relationships and respects people for who they are. Chioma Aniobi, on the other hand, is the daughter of a very rich business tycoon known as Mr Obiora Aniobi. Chioma is a spoilt brat, she has the money and the cars. She's a lady with class and she's a lady with arrogance and sass. She dines with people her class and not just some "low class idiot" as she'd like to put it. She's rude and she's in love with money, a fierce Arabian princess - guess one could describe her as that. She's pretty, nailing the fierce looks of a super model, but deep down inside; she's an ugly person. She treats people like they are worth nothing and she looks down on the ones she feels aren't good enough to set their eyes on her let alone speak to her. But when these two opposite worlds collide due to the friendship between their fathers, what would be the outcome? How will they stand each other? Will it work out? #1 in Senator out of 107 books... 22-6-2020 #1 in Chioma out of 10 books... 22-6-2020. #1 in Oppositesattract out of 805 books... 22-6-2020. #1 in Femi out of 13 books... 24-6-2020. #1 in ProjectNigeria out of 823 books... 7-8-2020. ____Journey with these two in their rollercoaster of emotions and drama____ Cover made by me ~Married To The Senator's Son~ copyright © 2020

At Royal Heights High, Aurelina Oluwatomisin Adeniran rules with quiet authority. As the undisputed queen of her school, she commands respect from her peers with a mix of intellect, beauty, and sheer presence. Her world is one of perfection nothing gets past her, and no one dares challenge her throne. She's built her power through years of cultivating relationships, ensuring loyalty, and leaving no room for weakness. She's untouchable, or so she believes. However, her carefully constructed world is thrown into disarray when Zhiyong Nden Balami, a mysterious and aloof new student from the northern part of Nigeria, arrives at the school. Unlike everyone else, Zhiyong doesn't seem impressed by Aurelina's status, nor does he play by her rules. His calm and calculated demeanor immediately catches her attention-and not in the way she's used to. He doesn't flatter her. He doesn't try to win her favor. In fact, he seems entirely indifferent to her. As their paths cross, Aurelina begins to feel a rare sense of vulnerability, something she hasn't experienced before. The more she tries to break through his defenses, the more she is intrigued by his resistance. What makes him tick? Why does he seem unaffected by her? Is this the one person who might not bow to her?

"Going once?" My heart was racing; my hands clammy as I prayed no one else would raise their hand again. "Going twice?" Hurry the fuck up. "Sold! To the lovely girl in the black dress." (Contains mature content!)

He seemed to almost glow just as a sinister grin appeared on his face. Nervous, I took a small step back, nearly tripping over my chains. "American woman." His accent was strong. "You speak English. Where am I? Why am I here?" I nearly leaped at him. A waiting man had to cease me. "You will go for such a pretty penny." "A pretty penny?" My heart dropped to the pit of stomach. Air seemed to disappear from the air, leaving me gasping for much needed oxygen. I felt lightheaded, faint, and down right sick. His next words were like a punch to the face. No, correction, it was like a sledge hammer to the torso. Repeatedly. This is unreal. This was just a nightmare and I was bound to wake from soon. In denial, I could not believe any of this was real. "You are here to be sold."

Many had come to help. Some had gone to take to the trees and town in search of her. I, powerless and in pain, stayed on the stoop of my steps, my mind left to wander. I could hear little footsteps before a warm present sat next to me. "Why would they take her?" I looked away from Jess. I had no real answers to give...