SEQUEL to Below The Belt It's been five years since the ending of Below The Belt. Tyreek Kingston has retained his WBO championship since then, while also keeping his home life just as happy with his husband and son. Though his reign as champion has gone smoothly so far, he is forced to realize that he is quickly approaching the age of retirement for boxers. His only hope is that his retirement will be of his own free will by time he is far into his forties, and not forced upon him in his thirties when he's just getting started. Meanwhile, Antwon Kingston is now an eighteen year old senior in high school waiting impatiently for graduation day. He's a top scholar of his school, a valedictorian, a straight A student, and the son of the heavyweight champion of the boxing world- Despite that, he still has problems of his own. Namely, the six year long crush he's had on his best friend, Zavier, who has made it clear several times that he only has interest in women. Antwon's life starts to get confusing when he's forced to deal with his crush on his best friend while also navigating budding feelings for a new kid on the block.

Rava Weston is the definition of the ideal son. He follows the rules, smiles when he should, and never causes trouble. His future is laid out-while he has just enough space to secretly chase his own quiet dreams of becoming a teacher, so long as he plays the role his parents expect. But when he's forced to attend a family summit back in Italy, everything starts to unravel. Because Gio Fontana will be there. Gio is reckless, magnetic, too rich for his own good. He's got cops who know him by name, and NOT because they're friends. His motorcycle is his greatest love, and rules don't seem to apply to him. He has a reputation that makes fathers lock their doors. Especially Rava's father. Rava and Gio, never gotten along as kids. But this time, the tension feels different. Darker. Hungrier. And as the days stretch on, Rava's perfectly safe world starts to slip through his fingers, because what's building between him and Gio isn't just dangerous. It's forbidden. It's electric. And it might be the first real thing Rava's ever felt. 🥇 #1 - gay 🥇 #1 - enemiestolovers 🥇 #1 - bxb 🥇 #1 - bl 🥇 #1 - bxblove 🥇 #1 - boyxboy 🥇 #1 - Italy 🥇 #1 - denial 🥇 #1 - angst 🥇 #1 - gayfiction 🥇 #1 - fluffy 🥇 #1 - bisexual 🥇 #1 - gaycouple 🥇 #1 - mlm 🥇 #1 - slowburn 🥇 #1 - queer

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 | 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 It's all fun and games until someone suggests killing each other's spouses for revenge. Miguel Gomez is your average disgruntled divorcée attending a support group in San Francisco to cope with the split from his wife. Life as a newly single man in his thirties seems bleak, but when an alluring woman named Angie Mendoza walks into his support group, Miguel can't take his eyes off her---until she proposes they kill their exes. At first, he thinks she's crazy, but she's done her homework and has researched reasons why he should kill his ex-wife. Still, he refuses until the abusive ex-husband of his love interest threatens to kill him, and he has no choice but to seek Angie's help. This sends Miguel down a rabbit hole with more twists than a labyrinth, and it could be his ultimate ruin. * * * 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙁𝙍𝙀𝙀, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙗𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙪𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚. * * 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬: ~EDITOR'S PICK Sep 30, 2022 @Wattpad - Adrenaline Rush @WattpadExlorer - Adrenaline Rush @ContemporaryLit - Featured List @BadassReads - Featured Badass Reads @DangerousLove - Wattpad Picks @AdultFiction - Featured Adult Fiction @Mystery - Featured Mystery/Thriller @Crime - Detective & Crime

Peaceful would be the perfect word for Mila to describe where she was in life. She was a single mother, raising her daughter alone-which wasn't anything new, anyway-but she'd escaped. She'd escaped the life she was born into and created a new found family that didn't exude toxicity. But as her best friend never let her forget, the next addition to her life had to be...love.

"You battle all dem niggas, let's see if you can battle for my luv..."

a BURNING love story ❤️🔥

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

Harry tilted his head, eyes scanning her as if weighing her carefully, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. "You talk like you've got something to prove." Isla leaned back slightly, setting her pen down with a soft click. She folded her arms, her posture unbothered. "I don't actually. I already proved it." He raised both eyebrows in mock surprise, a soft chuckle escaping him as he straightened up in his chair. "Let me guess. Daddy was a lawyer. You're trying to outdo him?" Her gaze sharpened, her lips pressing into a tight line as she met his challenge. "No. Daddy was a mechanic. He taught me to spot bullshit before it stains the carpet." The grin that spread across his face was genuine this time-amused and impressed. "Okay, Grant. That one almost impressed me." "You think this is a game, Styles. But I'm the only one sitting on your side of the table." A beat of silence. Harry watched her, expression unreadable, as she turned to leave. His gaze followed her, his eyes narrowing as if deciding something in his mind. "You coming back tomorrow?" "Depends. You planning to waste my time again?" He then smiled, a slow, almost imperceptible smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I might let you save me, counselor. Just a little." © 2025 . All rights reserved.