New to the small southern town, brown-skinned Evalyn Brown answers an ad for domestic help. Enter her new employer, the disagreeable and decidedly white William Davis, who works for the town's police department. As time progresses, their relationship to each other, their small town, and the people who inhabit it changes. In the mid-1900s in a place so easily described as backwards, change can very rapidly become a dangerous friend. x He said nothing but continued to approach, and I started backing up, my hands in front of me to create space. He advanced until I had nowhere to go, and the stories of southern Negro women being lynched, beaten, raped, and on swirled in my mind. There were some battles to fight, and this was not one of them. I just wanted to appease whatever angry beast I had stirred within him and go back to my role as his quiet housekeeper. "William, I - ." Idiot! His whispered name slipped from my mouth before I could stop it. Today was the worst possible day to mistakenly call him by his first name. I closed my eyes as tears escaped out their corners. I didn't want to watch whatever was going to happen next. "Look. At. Me." His words were a constrictor that wound around my neck and tightened. His heady, hot breath fanned over my face. I opened my eyes and peered through my tear-blurred vision. His orbs were almost black as onyx, but tumultuous and frightening. He studied me and my pulse thudded deafeningly in my ears. "I want you to stop." His voice was low and threatening.

Aliens are coming! Literally. As a shortage of men runs rampant on the earth, a shortage of women brings an envoy from another planet-with hope of a new start. Women are urged to apply to find a compatible mate from the envoys. Roxanne, who is obsessed with leaving Earth, quickly applies and is matched with Anith. She quickly finds he is alien in more ways than one. Chapters are uploaded on Patreon on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and on Wattpad every Friday.

LIMERENCE (n.) the state of being infatuated with another person.

There are other things Jackson hates more than Democrats and Liberals. It's blacks, Hispanics, Asians, Middle Easterns, Jews, and Muslims. The list is long and his hatred varies depending on the events of the day. And recently it's been a certain East African doctor that has been assigned to his son who has cancer. He makes it very clear to her that he doesn't like her kind but the tent in his pants and the racing of his heart when he sees her, say otherwise. He tries to hate her, he truly does. It's safer for both of them considering his white supremacist family wouldn't blink at the thought of killing her. But the more he tries to harden his heart against her the more his heart fights him on it.

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

[COMPLETED] Ava Spencer, a young woman struggling to find a job and pay off her student debt decides to become a babysitter to the daughter of single father and successful businessman Kaden Morello. Kaden has been single for five years and he can't help but start to develop strong feelings for his daughter's beautiful babysitter. He wants her and he's not going to let anything or anyone get in his way. #5 in Romance 6th Jan 2020 #4 in interracial 6th Jan 2020 #1 in bwwm 14th Jan 2020 #1 in mafia 15th Feb 2020 #3 in newadult 15th Feb 2020 #1 in mature 16th Feb 2020 #9 in love 13th Apr 2020

"What do you want, N'Jadaka-" "Erik." He corrected, making her smirk. "For someone who is so against the colonizers, you wear your colonized name with such pride-" "That colonized name holds more pride and honor than my birth name."

[UM CAPÍTULO AOS DOMINGOS] Vaughn Saltzman não era o homem que você gostaria de conhecer estando inseguro de si. Dono de repostas duras, era tão alegre quanto uma noite tempestuosa e tão triste quanto um verão ensolarado. Odiava seu presente, vivia com expetativas do amanhã, do quanto um dia lhe podia ser melhor, mesmo sabendo que aquilo era impossível para homens como ele. Melissa era uma aventureira nata, levava a vida livremente e não se preocupava muito com o amanhã. Vivia um dia de cada vez e fugia da realidade com muito empenho. Sua vida era bastante simples e descomplicada, ao menos até decidir ajudar um estranho. O encontro foi necessário, mas os efeitos causados por ele foram chocantes. Melissa nunca pensou que gostaria de prever o amanhã e Vaughn nunca imaginou que o presente o agradaria. Eram tão iguais, mas tão diferentes. Um contraste, uma cacofonia.

Cover by @boyleewrites ❝ Where are you going, nigger? ❞ I turned around on my heel and said, ❝what the fuck did you just say?❞I clearly heard him, I just was being nice and decided to give him another chance to correct himself before I whooped his ass silly. ❝ I said,❞ he stepped closer and bent over a little so our eyes met. ❝ Where are you going, nigger? ❞