"I don't know this man, I don't know his friends, I don't know his type." No amount of love could replace the past. And they had a lot of that for one another-love that is. The two child hood friends had bonded early on, especially over their love of music. Where one lacked, one had. Mariah was the writer, Kentrell the performer. It's only until a high school talent show that Kentrell performs a song written by his beloved best friend, Mariah...that his career takes off. But it happens to take off without Mariah. And he had promised to take her. Promises were meant to be broken I suppose.

Maeva took charge of my dreams. Melted me with a simple glance. My affection for her grew in secret because she wasn't mine, she was my brother's. Until he ruined everything. Left her heartbroken beyond repair. Now, it's my turn to show her what love is supposed to look like... from one lover to another. [Update each Tuesday at 10:00 AM CET]

"Can't you just turn it on?" She huffed irritated tapping her foot anxiously. Her red bottom heals were too nice for a place with uneven pavement, tire marks, gas and oil all over the ground. She was humiliated being seen here in this sh*tty shop but she had no choice. She was already running late for her shoot. Kai stared back at her blankly and rolled his eyes in annoyance. The entitled impatient brat was giving him a major head ache. Such a beautiful f*cking headache this woman was and he just met her. "If that was the case you would be gone already and my day would be so much better." Adeline Jones. A pretty name for a pretty woman. Adeline is a black, upper class, young lady who is straight from Manhattan. She is the IT girl and she knows it. A model, an actress, an A lister with a grade A awful personality. She took over 80s and 90s and now is untouchable in the early 2000s. No one is good enough for Adeline and no one tells her no. Except one stubborn, and callous Mechanic named Kai Green.

A love story

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

Luciano Lombardi can be known as the angel of death to many people. With a beautiful face and deadly hands, getting involved with him is death wish, which is unknown to a curly haired, brown eyed girl who makes a bold move on him one night. Breanna's life is changed upside down and twisted left and right after she makes the decision to go after a cute guy she sees in a restaurant one evening. She gets herself into more than she can bargain for when she pursues a relationship with this mysterious man, dragging her back into a life she so desperately tried to leave. Both of their worlds collide on one fateful night, changing everything either one thought about the other. Luciano wasn't who he said he was, and Breanna isn't as innocent as she seems. Through thick and thin, the angel of death refuses to let his Virgin Mary go. And she can't stay away from him. Their relationship will end lives and begin new ones, growing and ending generational curses, and forcing shadows to come out of the dark. ••• Her arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, her chin resting on my chest as she batted her long eyelashes at me, her brown eyes clouded in the most innocent look. A look I desperately wanted to taint. She parted her cherry red lips, getting ready to speak to me as her eyes did the pouting. Seven simple words, that would leave any man on their knees, their cocks hard as steel, left her pretty little mouth. "Pretty please? With a cherry on top?"

nyc•to•phil•ia | nik-tō-fil'ē-a - love of darkness or night;finding relaxation or comfort in darkness. ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ {EXTRACT} "Tell me Celeste," he began as he walked back and forth in front of me. "Have you ever heard of nyctophilia?" I slowly shook my head no as my bottom lip quivered. He stopped to look at me, and smiled that breathtaking smile of his before he went back to walking. "Well, Nyctophilia is the word used to describe the love of darkness or night" He paused again but this time stopped right in front of me. I kept my head down as my heart pounded out of my chest. "A nyctophile would be the term used to describe someone with nyctophilia." He then brought his hand to my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking him in his eyes. Those beautiful golden eyes. "You, my darling, are a nyctophile." He smirked then added, "And I am the darkness you find comfort in." ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ Celeste Banks was as sweet as candy and as pure as cotton. Although she had her tougher exterior and questionable interests, she wouldn't hurt a fly...or so people thought Asher deville was a charming, sexy sociopath, with no regard for anyone but himself. If he wants something, he'll do whatever he needs to get it. Once meeting Celeste he decides he has to have her, but what will she do when she finds out his secret? ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ This is my first time writing a book so It won't be perfect and id also appreciate and feedback/comments 🥺 Rankings: #1 in goth 15/09/20 #1 in abusive 15/09/20 #1 in violence 1/10/20 #6 in manipulation 15/09/20 #4 in sociopath 25/09/20 #11 in insecure 20/09/20 #11 in anxiety 20/09/20 #8 in Darkromance 1/10/20 #22 in toxic 15/09/20

Nia never got into any trouble, she never hung around the wrong crowd. All she did was focus on school and her future. Until Caine came into her life and made it better in more ways than she ever knew she needed. This is a love story! And don't be frightened by the length. The smut, tension and everything you can think of is THERE. You don't want to miss.

Reentry Case 007: Male, 37, assault with intent to kill, parole conditions strict. Not to be left alone with female staff.

"𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾, she isn't half of me" - 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗵 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝘀𝘁