Ebonie was just a young woman seeking companionship after failing at most of the important things in life. That had been her first mistake, not the failing part, but thinking she could successfully find a lover (husband hopeful). Now she was just young, maybe still a woman (depending on if one consider only human females to be women) , but she was diffidently something else now. But in pure Ebonie fashion, she was somehow even failing at being turned into a supernatural being. Great.

Peering up at him, I can tell he knows everything. My plans to take his crown... again. To free myself of his iron grasp forever. To twist my knife into his cruel, cold heart. He knows all of it. We've long passed fear, by now. 'The Damned King in all his glory' I mock to myself again smiling ironically at my predicament, my heavy chains scraping against the cold, marble floor. "Aww", coos Valentine murderously from the dais. *--------------------------------* Warning*: This title is not for the faint of heart. Please read with caution. Sequel to Valentine I, from the 'Valentine' series. #1 Mortal - 03/30/22 #2 Interracial - 08/03/22

"V&L" read our initials. So delicately carved into a now surely dead Henry's plum-colored flesh. His glazed eyes continue to stare in my direction-Though no longer focused on, but behind me. At this, a familiar scent invades my nostrils. One that promises death and despair. I can already feel his intoxicating heat and presence behind me. Dare I turn around? Absolutely not. My worst fears have finally come to fruition, my twisted fate catching up to me, alas. He is here. He has come to honor his promise-To reclaim his bride. Ladies and gentlemen, meet my husband... Valentine. #1 Dark - 03/24/22 #1 Mythology - 03/07/22 #1 BWWM- 11/27/19 #1 Powerful - 04/02/20 #1 Entity- 08/05/19 #1 Godly - 09/09/20 #1 Thunder - 03/09/22 #1 Deadly - 12/18/22 #12 Hades - 10/19/20 #15 Horror - 04/25/20 #12 Obsession - 07/31/21 #19 Interracial- 03/15/19 Major rewrite loading. Read with Caution.

Two immigrants from polar opposite countries. One from poverty and one born into wealth. She's gone through trauma he could never imagine. They are both broken is some way. Yet she's kind and he only cares about his own feelings. When he hurts her it leaves a sting, and when he realized he loved her, his world comes tumbling down again. (Darkskin African Lead!) Short chapters 🫶🏾

[Please read tags!!] "From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says, I survived." - Craig Scott --- The cold floor contrasted the warm body laid against her own. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she leaned up to connect their lips once more. A sizzling heat spread across her body as he dipped down to softly kiss down her neck. "I-i," he stopped with a huff that tickled her neck, "kinda hoped I wouldn't stutter." Jocelyn couldn't help but chuckle, her right hand holding the back of his head. "It's okay, baby. It's honestly cute." "Well I'm not exactly trying to be cute right now." - - - (Slow Burn) *Full description inside*

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"My name is Maurice." He finally answered, his eyes shifting away from hers, "Also, your arm is bleeding." He pointed to the wounds going down it. Brielle lifted her arm, taking a quick glance. "I know." She said softly, dropping her arm back to her side. "Okay." He oddly responded, dribbling the ball between his small hands. Brielle stared at his skills with recognition, given that she always watched basketball games with her mother on television. She was intrigued, wanting to play basketball with the boy. "Wanna be my friend?" She asked shyly, still watching the motions of the ball, before looking up at him, the beads in her hair rocking. Maurice's face scrunched. "Eww, no." His face tightened, "You're a girl." He replied, his eyebrows furrowing with disgust. Brielle watched as he looked her up and down, as if she were either crazy or stupid, before he simply turned on his heel, dribbling the ball towards his friends. She frowned, sadness and humiliation consuming her. ⋆ ✭ ☆ ✭ ⋆ ^ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙙. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌

"𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴." 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠

[COMPLETED] "I'm so lonely, Angel." I tell her from my seated position, looking up at her. "I just want to be loved, please." She strokes my cheek and smiles gently. "I'm here now." It's been three years since Camil has seen his family and the girl that he met at the hospital. He's gone down a dark path and there's only one person who can show him the light. One person that can make him whole again. His Angel. *SPIN OFF TO IN CONTROL* It's definitely advised that you read the first book otherwise you may be slightly confused.

[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in between my lips. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." In which a dominant, thirty year old man, who has never been in a serious relationship, becomes infatuated with a twenty-three year old black girl.