When Two Opposites Attract

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dirty little secret. the rules were simple, don't get attached, don't get caught, and never let your dad find out. you break the first rule almost immediately. the second doesn't stay intact for long. the third? that's the one that'll destroy everything.

𝐢𝐥 𝐯𝐨𝐫·𝐭𝐢·𝐜𝐞 /𝐢𝐥 ˈ𝐯ɔ𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐭ʃ𝐞/𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧.

"He was my will to live. My ruler of all parts of me. He was my 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 and I was his good girl." Amara Bennett thought the worst thing that could happen to her was losing the man she planned to spend the rest of her life with. She was wrong. After a painful breakup leaves her wandering the streets of Chicago late one night, Amara takes a shortcut through an alley and accidentally witnesses something she was never meant to see a man being executed by John Darnthal, one of the city's most respected businessmen and its most dangerous secret. Now John knows her face. And Amara knows his secret. What she doesn't know is that John is far more connected to her life than she could have ever imagined. When she returns home, shaken and desperate to forget what she saw, her father introduces her to a new business associate that she has to work under. John Darnthal. The same man whose gun she watched fire only hours before. Forced into a world of wealth, crime, betrayal, sex and secrets, Amara quickly realizes that surviving John Darnthal's world may be easier than surviving the man himself. Because John has no intention of letting her go. Especially after getting that feeling he so much as craved his entire life touched. Creased and thorn apart as his obsession begins to spiel for her. But the more Amara learns about him, the more she begins to wonder. 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭?

In the mist of Louisiana bayou and New Orleans, Tabhita "Tabby" Evergreen has grown into a witch of formidable power. Orphaned at twelve after vampires slaughtered her parents, Tabby was taken in by Madame Dubé, a voodoo priestess whose teachings of ancestral magic shaped her into the bayou's fierce protector. To Tabby, all vampires are monsters, and she has sworn never to forgive their kind. But her oath is tested when she encounters Lucien Moreau, a centuries-old vampire who doesn't strike but kneels, whispering a name Tabby doesn't recognize as her own: Charlotte. Lucien believes Tabby is the reincarnation of his mortal lover, a healer he lost centuries ago in a war between witches and vampires. To him, she is fate returned. To Tabby, he is the embodiment of everything she has vowed to destroy. As vampire clans circle the bayou, drawn by whispers of Tabby's growing power, she becomes both a target and a prize. Her hatred collides with a pull she cannot explain dreams that don't belong to her, emotions that stir like echoes of another life. Torn between the memory of a love she never lived and the vengeance that defines her, Tabby must choose: cling to her rage, or risk her heart on a man who may be bound to her by blood, fate, and a past she doesn't remember.

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A family of three women living in the small (fictional) town of Jenepsi, Kansas struggle with life daily, being that they are African American in an extremely racist southern county, pre Civil Rights era. But the struggle doesn't end there. Josephine Davis is the mother of two young women, Dolly and Tessa Davis. Tessa, although sweet and adorable as can be, was born with a mental disability that keeps her extremely child like. She has been in trouble four times with the law for consistently stealing candy from the town's local bakery. Tessa's older sister Dolly is a true hero, she is strong, brave, and Tessa's main care giver. Instead of the court system taking Tessa from her family due to her fourth misdemeanor, Dolly signs the dotted line, offering voluntary housing to wounded soldiers from battle to keep her sister from being sent to an insane asylum. Although the plan seemed nice in the beginning, being that it would keep the family together. When Bill Skarsgard, an injured soldier moves into the house sooner than expected, things begin to get much more complex.

𝐬𝐮𝐠·𝐚𝐫 /ˈ𝐒𝐇𝐨͝𝐨ɡə𝐫/ 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵. 𝘈𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. Her lips were laced with sugar, and the moment he tasted them, he knew he'd never get clean again. Even in her sleep, he couldn't stay away. There was something about the sweetness of her breath, the way her lips parted like they were still whispering his name, even in dreams. She was warmth in a world that had gone cold. ༻༺ 𝐚·𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 /𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐡𝐳/ 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺. He smelled of cigarettes and sorrow. The cloud that clung to him was as thick and heavy as his hollow stare. She saw him almost every day. Same seat, same order, always the sweets. Never a word. Never a glance that lingered too long. And yet she couldn't look away. There was something about him. Something burned down and is still smoldering. Like the silence after a fire, and she wanted it. Wanted him. The way some people crave what's bad for them, like his cigarettes. ----- Cover by me DO NOT steal my story. All characters are fiction! Pictures included are not mine.