"My twin bosses want me... I am their toy" Ciara Nevera was a lonely woman. She didn't go on dates, or occasionally update her social media. Burying herself in work at Armani Industries, she rarely had a social life. After receiving countless job offers when they got wind about her outstanding performance, it became obvious that she was being paid far less than she deserved. When Ciara marched into her boss's office and demanded a promotion, she didn't expect her demands to be met with her ending up on her knees and a c*ck at her lips. She especially didn't expect it not to be her boss at all... but his twin brother. How did she find out? Well, her actual boss slammed open the office door-so angry smoke was coming out his ears. And that was only the beginning... Why have one when you can have both? -- "Ask..." He kissed my jawline. "...another..." Just underneath my ear. "...question." My earlobe. "What was the last dream you had?" I asked him, smiling with my eyes still shut. "It was of you," he said, his voice so close to my ear. A shiver went down my spine. "Don't lie to me." "You were laying in bed, similar to how you are now. Your hands were cuffed and you were blindfolded. And I told you to guess who was fucking you... ...Me or my brother."

I was drowning in her kiss. The intensity of it filled me with sensations I'd never felt before. I taste her and I realize I've been starving. I have loved before, but never quite like this. I have kissed before, but never did it consume me like this. It lasts for a second, maybe a minute or maybe even an hour, I'm not sure. I'm drowning and drowning and sinking to the bottom of the ocean in her kiss, in her soft embrace. I never thought I could feel wanted like this before and it's intoxicating and it's swallowing me whole. It started off passionate, but we got desperate. The kiss got deeper as we got hungrier, it feels like even my hands can't bring her close enough to me. - LEIGHTON VALAK .. and in which, emotionally unavailable Alea John gets paired up with the rich golden boy on campus, Leighton Valak for a tutoring opportunity- what could go wrong? Or, in simpler words.. An unloveable boy and a girl who cannot love. highest rankings #1 - sadromance #1 - bwwm #1 - banter #1 - badboygoodgirl #2 - bwwm #2 - drama #2 - maybesmut #3 - maybesmut #6 - opposites #10 - enemiestolovers #23 - banter

❝I can't have what's not mine.❞ based on the song "not mine" by katie garfield short chapters COMPLETED

❝is that all you ever eat?❞ lower case intended. contains mild profanities. ©TUANESQUE started: 060817 completed: 031217

Harmony Rodriguez . Is a beautiful young black woman. At the age of 24, she has finished college and started her own bakery. But there is one thing missing. Love. Anthony Jackson. He was an uptight rich white guy, as many had called him. Owning a very successful business in Rhode Island , he was busy quite often. Always trying to date, but never found 'The One. ' Until he went and met the spunky hot black girl Harmony. Can these to get along? Or will others try to tear them apart? Read The Color Of Love to find out. Interracial. This is © Copyrighted

Lily never wanted to go to her best friend's family reunion. She never wanted to stay with the hot-tempered, Caelum McGriffin. And she never wanted to fall in love with him. [this story is still under major editing so beware when reading.]

16-year-old Essence is indulging in this steamy love affair. Who she is sleeping with will destroy a family. Essence can't help herself. With Every attempt to stop the affair, the passion intensify. Will she get caught? Will she end it? Flip through the pages of each point of view and find out what happens next.

✴Let your mind drift to new wonders of outstanding sexual affairs and passionate romantic partnerships within the lives of fictional black men and women.✴ ✴All stories within this book are originals and are property of MahoganyAndChresanto.✴

I titled it spaghetti because these are such flimsy thoughts that are feeding off EACHOTHER but also have their own strand .. I put them into one big poem ( the sauce and meat balls ) and you get a spaghetti thought .. Plus I hate spaghetti and these thoughts I dont want to keep in my head