W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

When a bubbly track star meets a grumpy Dutch baller... A college sports romance between two polar opposites.

In the quiet yet complicated town of Dawnsville, 25 year old O'Nella is the heart behind her family's beloved donut shop. Soft spoken and well mannered, she moves through life with grace and grit, earning love from most and silent envy from others. Known for her hardworking spirit and signature color orange, O'Nella doesn't just serve sweets. She keeps the shop, her family, and her own dreams running like clockwork. But in a town where everyone knows your name and your business, even the softest voice can shake the block when it speaks up.

"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included!*

Nori Michaels has heard horror stories about the south from every family member possible. They were even more appalled when they were informed that Nori managed to get a very well paying job in Texas for a very influential white family. They saw it as a death sentence. Nori saw it as an opportunity. She was too ambitious for her own good. Nori thought she could handle anything thrown at her until the house owners brute of a son comes to stay for while. Oh Nori was not prepared for him...

This is personal writing. Not a debate. Not a discussion. Not open to fixing. Read if you want. Leave quietly if you don't.

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

At twenty-four, Cora really believed she knew what her life was going to be like. But when that perfect life threw her a curveball with two pink lines and a suddenly bare ring finger, she's forced to face a new life she didn't know could belong to her. Now five months pregnant and still alone, she's left trying to prepare for a baby while untangling herself from years that have left her without an identity. She isn't looking for a savior, just wishing to be stable enough for her baby. Eric isn't good with words. He never has been. But in every small act of service, every quiet presence, every protective glance when life reminds Cora how vulnerable she still feels, he says everything he doesn't know how to speak aloud. He doesn't try to save her, but somewhere in that silently protective presence of his, Eric becomes something more dangerous than a savior. He quickly becomes someone she begins to trust.

She wanted a quiet life. He was chaos in human form. One wrong step pulled her into his world of blood, secrets, and power. What they share isn't tender-it's dangerous, consuming, and impossible to escape WARNING!!!! This Story is BDSM as it is filled with handcuffs,whips, and other BDSM related things. Feel free to skip if you feel uncomfortable with the theme or abuse. © All rights reserved