The heatwave of 1955 didn't just bring cracked roads and heavy air to Maple Hill, it brought Kitty O'Callaghan. Instead of the quiet start she hoped for with her mother, Kitty finds herself trapped under the roof of her stepbrother Johnny - a brooding mechanic who sees in her every trace of the woman he resents. What begins as aggression soon turns to desire. Johnny soon wants more than her fear. He wants her softness, her trust, her heart. And nothing will stand in his way. Not her tears. Not her defiance. Not even her hate. ~ He lowered himself to the edge of the bed, the quilt dipping beneath the weight of his knee. His hand lifted, brushing the stray curl aside, fingertips grazing the smooth line of her cheek. Then he leaned in, his breath warm at her ear. "Kitten..." His voice slipped through the quiet. "Wake up." At first she only stirred, a small sound catching in her throat as her brow drew tight. "C'mon now. Look at me." His hand lingered near her face. Fingertips brushing her cheek once more in a slow movement. Her lashes fluttered once, twice. Then her eyes opened, heavy with sleep. For a second she only stared, unseeing, then the blur sharpened landing seeing his face so close to hers. Her whole body jolted, shoulders driving into the pillow as if to put distance where there was none. Her legs kicked under the blanket, the sheets twisting around her ankles. Her mouth opened, dragging in a sharp, startled breath as a scream began to claw its way up from her chest. But it never made it out, he was ready. His hand clamped down hard over her mouth. Her eyes filled with instant panic. She froze. Then fought.

Run.I tell myself don't you stop running don't you dare he is hot on your heels he will get me he will hurt me so bad ..my legs are killing me but I have no other choice I have to run and fast he will get me suddenly i'm on the floor before I could move an Inch he was hovering over me I look up at him scared..scared? terrified no petrified now I'm shivering so bad,I can hear my heart I feel it's going to get out of my chest in seconds "where do you think you're going, baby?" I heard his deep voice whispered in my ears I shivered not a good shiver you get when you're happy but a bad shiver a shiver which you get when you're scared as hell "Don't hurt me" my voice was raspy whispering almost unaudible but he heard.he chuckled and looked deep deep in my eyes ohh how I hate how his eyes makes me so weak at the knees how they scare the crap out of me. you may think he is gorgeous I thought when I first met him but no that's completely wrong his look has nothing to do with his roughness you'll think he's sweet but he is a monster. when you're forced to live with someone who is scary even more scary than a ghost who has one leg ,half burned face and One eye. "Oh,why do you think I'll do that to you,love?" He said his hand touching my cheek I flinched at his touch. his voice is deep so deep he chuckled at my reaction he carried me bridal style "where are you taking me?" I ask my voice is weaker than ever even my tongue is scared to say a word. "Home" he said home?home?home? Please don't take me there I wish I could say that but I wouldn't dare.I close my eyes hoping when I open them I find that this is all a nightmare I wish that he never existed I wish I never saw him I opened my eyes again but no it's not a nightmare he is real he will take me 'home' " oh andYou're not getting away so easy..You WILL be punished for running away from me" Punished? that word can scare me to death.Ami I in hell? why is god punishing me like that?

❝ I loved mafia novels.I worshipped the mafia king.So why did I wake up as the girl he hates the most? ❞ Evelyn Carter spent her life obsessed with mafia books- cold, dangerous men, And him-the ruthless mafia king she called her fictional husband. Until one day, she wakes up inside her favorite novel. At first, she's thrilled. She knows the plot.She knows the ending.She knows him. But then reality hits. She isn't the heroine. She is the villainess!! The daughter of his sworn enemy! "I would've died for him. Now, he's actually going to kill me." ---------- Vincent Ashford has ruled the underworld with a heart carved out by blood. The night his family died, the world lost its color-and revenge became his only reason to breathe. He has waited years to destroy his enemy. And when he finally meets the enemy's daughter, hatred should be effortless. But she ruins everything. She Murmurs strange things under her breath, She acts out of place. She avoids him... yet never truly looks away. Vincent tells himself she's a mistake that needs to be erased. Yet his eyes follow her. His thoughts linger. His patience thins. And slowly, dangerously, revenge takes a new shape. Because the girl he was meant to hate has become the only thing he can't stop watching... "You're looking at me like I'm a saint instead of your executioner... tell me, Little Sin, are you actually begging for death, or are you just that far gone?" ❌ DO NOT COPY ❌ I CLAIM THIS BOOK AS MINE SO BETTER HANDS OFF DARLING IF YOU LIKE IT THEN DONT FORGET TO SHOW SOME LOVE.

𝚸1 𝐎𝐅 𝚨 " 𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝚸𝚨𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒" | 18+ ••• A voice so tempting triggers the darkest parts of her mind, it makes her think unimaginable things, like the pain she thought she escaped. His obsession for her deeply and darkly abnormal, the infatuation he held for Amina had no limit. She had to learn the depths he'll go just to keep her close. Reign's money and political ties make him untouchable. He controls a cruel underworld along with his new found lady, and so it's true- power will always belong in the shadows. It's men like him she wanted to stay away from. To be completely honest she didn't know men like him exist. He did entice her, she grew to submit to every request, but there was a price to pay for any disobeying. A hard head makes a soft bottom. Can she survive the torment of Reign Gusev? -𝐃𝚨𝐑𝚱 𝐑𝐎𝚳𝚨𝚴𝐂𝐄 (Actively editing) #1 Russian category on 06/2023 #1 Mature audiences category on 08/2024

She lived in silence. He ruled in control. Aaradhya Mehra has spent years hiding behind her quiet life in Mumbai - her small bakery, her soft routines, and a past no one knows the truth about. Until Aaryavardhan Malhotra walks in. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. A man who doesn't believe in love - only possession. What begins as curiosity turns into something far more dangerous. He doesn't chase her... he studies her. Controls her. Rewrites her world piece by piece. And when her past starts bleeding through the cracks, he doesn't step away. He steps closer. Because monsters don't run from darkness... they recognize it. --- Glimpse "Run if you want, little storm..." his voice was calm, almost bored. Aaradhya's fingers tightened around the edge of the counter, her breath uneven as his presence filled the space around her. He leaned in, close enough that she could feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of her dupatta, his steel-blue eyes dragging slowly over her face like he was memorizing every detail. "I already know where you sleep and one day I'll bury myself so deep inside your tight little pussy one day... so deep you'll forget every nightmare you've ever had. And I'll keep you right there-on the edge-just enough to make you moan, to make you soak for me... but I won't let you come until I decide." Her heart stuttered. 🖤 Dark Romance | Billionaire Obsession | Stalker × Silent Girl 🔥 Enemies to Lovers | He Fell First & Harder ⚠️ Mature & Explicit Content

The strong pull to her. The desire to have something you never thought you would want again. A glance turned into an obsession. And he would stop at nothing to get her. He would do anything he could to keep her. He cared so much for only her Alessio Bucceri was a man who could have anything he ever wanted. Until he wanted that one thing to need him back. Circumstances run in his favor as the woman of his dreams landed into his domain. He would never let her go. A chance glance turned obsession. #1 BWWN! #1 Mafia [4/12/24] *Book excerpt* -- Her cheeks turned red, ever so slightly through her chocolate skin. Her skin looked and felt so smooth. She liked the compliments, the Italian flare. It ropes many women, but the way she looked at me with her big almond eyes had my mind racing and my body in overdrive. She was not immune to my charm, even in her current situation. Her hair was in a slick bun. I was sad not to be able to see the curls adorne her face. And yet she stared at me again, watching me like a dog. Curious gazes. It was fun to tease, and the response I got back over affirmed my teasing. She seemed more relaxed with me. She looked away from me. She stared out the window watching the street ride by. It was silent for a while as I texted my subordinates basic commands. Nothing conspicuous. "Alessio, where are you taking me," her voice piped up. Seems like it took her a while to muster up the courage. I loved her sweet voice when it spoke me me and when she said my name... It was such a turn-on. She wasn't supposed to really ask questions. I don't like lots of questions. I thought about the best way to respond but opted not to say anything at all. She was as stubborn as always, forgetful too. She scanned around me before huffing to herself and looking back out the window. -- Started 06/08/2023- 8/14/2023 Highest Rankings: #7 Arranged [4/26/24] #26 Older #1 Bwwm #13 Man #1 Mafia #1 lovetragedy #6 lovestory #5 Blackwomen

Thia West doesn't have much experience when it comes to relationships. She's only ever been with one man for nine years, her high school sweetheart, Darren Adams. However, when complications arise between them, she slowly finds herself falling for the one person she shouldn't...her boss. ⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫⚫ **Due to language and sexual scenes not recommended for anyone under 18.** Uploaded: March 15, 2024 Completed: April 18, 2025

She was always alone. She has no one by her side. She wanted freedom. Until she met him. Her name is Isabelle. This story was not your ordinary love story. *Content Warning*: This book involves themes and imagery of violence and assault. Read at your own risk. **Word count: 40,000 to 50,000**

My body was stuck. I wanted to move but I couldn't. He leaned down and our lips crashed together. He made the kiss deeper by adding tongue and picked me up giving my ass a squeeze. Earning a moan from me. He began walking upstairs and went straight to my room throwing me on the bed. "I missed you so fucking much." He said aggressively as he took his clothes off. I started taking mines off as well. He laid over my body kissing me again then breaking it-pressing his forehead to mine looking me in my eyes. I arch my back as he reach down to my soaking pussy and he started stroking my clit. "Always so fucking wet, I fucking love it." He continues to rub his fingers up and down my slit. Sticking a finger inside of me every so often. I moan out against his fingers on my clit. "Fuck this I need to be inside of you." He grunts. A love story about Antonio Russo & Shakayla Janai. Not fully edited! Let me know if I made a mistake somewhere!!! But not to much tho 😚 some of y'all be getting smart in the comments 🙃 I definitely return energy.