➽ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧, 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭. [𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢]

[ 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤/𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐜 ]

"𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 made me soft, mama" I said, locking my eyes with Kalani's. Real talk, I love her more than myself. I don't even know who I'd be if she never walked into my life. "I ain't never been soft for nobody, babygirl," I added, just to hear her laugh. Why not read? You may like it.🤭

When 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 22, drops out of college after her father is sentenced to prison for a crime he swears he didn't commit, her life collapses fast...eviction notices, unpaid tuition, a mother barely holding it together. Then 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐕𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐧 appears. Late 40s. Private wealth. No digital footprint. He offers her a monthly allowance for companionship only. No sex. No exclusivity clause. No explanations. What unsettles Kailani isn't the money. It's how little she needs to explain herself because he already knows.

STEVE HARRINGTON X BLACKOC FANFIC

"Why you bitching me like this ma?" Jaydon asked, licking his lips. Ryelle started moving her hips causing him to groan. "You not my good boy, baby?"

𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐉𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞? 𝐎𝐡, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬' 𝐜𝐚𝐭... 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬' 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧? 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐉𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲?

•○●Black Female Reader inspired Coraline x Gachiakuta various●○• You are a stubborn, sharp-tongued Cleaner known for your mean streak and cold attitude. Beneath it, though, you hide a surprisingly soft heart. Which attracts the pretty boys around you. Sorry the synopsis suck...😭

➽ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. [𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧]

Queen Charlotte did not believe in coincidence. She believed in design. From her throne, she observed the ballroom as a general might survey a battlefield-every movement calculated, every whisper a weapon, every marriage a maneuver. The ton believed themselves clever, believed love and scandal ruled the Season. They were wrong. Power did. That was why she had summoned her niece from across the sea. Princess Amara Charlotte Obeng stood now at the far end of the hall, her presence subtle yet unmistakable, like the hush before a storm. She wore no diamonds yet-only gold worked delicately against her dark skin, an echo of her homeland. Her posture was flawless, her expression serene, but Queen Charlotte knew better. Amara was brilliant. Observant. Dangerous. And across the room stood a man who had no idea his life was about to be dismantled. Anthony Bridgerton, Viscount Bridgerton, pillar of English nobility, champion of duty, enemy of love. Perfect. The Queen's lips curved, ever so slightly. Let the game begin