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I'm going to jerk off while I eat you, baby," Zae said before licking his lips. "And," Stefan said, low and firm, " you're going to jerk me off." I smiled shyly and nodded. Stefan adjusted the seat slightly. Once everyone was comfortable, I relaxed and released a deep breathe. "I'm getting thirsty again," Zae said, eyeing between my legs like a piece of fried chicken. "Then satisfy your thirst," I replied, adding a hint of seduction to my voice. ________________________________________ Ugly. Different. A freak. That's how nineteen year old Kaelani felt. Her home? A nightmare. Her aunt? Worse. And the world outside? Probably just as unkind. So she kept her head down, her heart guarded, and her hands busy-cleaning other people's messes for a living, while convincing herself no one would ever see her. Then they showed up. One charming, teasing, impossible to ignore. The other bold, confident, with a scar that makes her pulse quicken. And suddenly, Kaelani's carefully invisible world isn't so invisible anymore. Two men. One girl. Unspoken rules. Quiet obsession. And desire that waits... _______________________________________ Read at your own risk! Triggers inside!

Janelle isn't searching for love-she's searching for survival. Growing up between Miami grit and New York ambition, she knows the rules of the game: never trust too easily, never get too comfortable, and never let your guard down for a man. But then there's Malik. Dangerous, magnetic, and carved straight out of every bad decision a girl swears she'll never make twice. One night is all it takes-one dinner, one kiss, one glance that lingers too long-for her carefully built walls to start crumbling. And Malik? He's hooked from the moment she walks into his world, leaving him restless, addicted, and craving more. As their worlds collide-his empire built on shadows, hers balanced between loyalty and survival-Nelle is pulled deeper into a love she doesn't know if she can trust. Between late-night texts, roses at her door, and secrets she refuses to force him to confess, a spark ignites into something dangerous... something consuming. But in a city where every glance could be a warning and every touch could cost everything, can passion survive the truth? Or will desire become the most dangerous trap of all? A story of heat, hustle, and heartbreak-where the line between power and vulnerability blurs, and love feels as intoxicating as the city itself.

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄. banners + cover by @-laysdiary They had one rule. Don't involve the media. No pictures. No posting. No feelings. Kylan Westbrook just got drafted to the Miami Dolphins, rookie year going crazy, his name everywhere, life moving fast. Aja Tejada already had her own buzz, her own money, her own name. She wasn't impressed by athletes, and he wasn't looking for nothing serious. So it stayed what it was. Late nights. Quiet links. Nobody knowing nothing. Until he switched up. Texts slowed down. Calls stopped. Then he was just gone like it never even happened. Aja ain't chase him. Ain't post about him. Ain't say nothing. She just went quiet and kept working. New music, new look, baggy clothes, then she disappeared off the internet completely. When she came back, she didn't explain nothing. She just dropped a video. And at the end of it, her hand was on her stomach. Pregnant. The internet went crazy trying to figure out who the father was, whole time Kylan still living his life, doing interviews, playing games, not knowing he left more than just a situation behind. Until one night, they in the same room again. One question. Is it mine. And just like that, everything they kept quiet gets loud. Now the media watching, their teams in their ear, and the only way to control the story is to lie. Act like they been together. Act like they happy. Act like this was always the plan. Playing house for the cameras is easy. Doing it for real is where it gets complicated. 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄.

"𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇' 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂'𝗆 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀"- 𝗛.𝗘.𝗥

Zhakari doesn't do softness. Doesn't do love. He's the type to make grown men cry, kill without blinking, and trust no soul. But then came Mavi. She didn't know who he was when he first walked into her shop needing a cover-up tattoo for something violent from his past. But she felt it instantly-his storm. The rage, the stillness... and the brokenness buried beneath. Everyone tells her to stay away from Zhakari. He's dangerous. Cruel. A walking red flag with blood on his hands. But when he's with her... he's still. He listens. He breathes. He wants to try. Only she can pull him back from the edge when the rage consumes him. Only she can touch him when he's mid-meltdown. And when he finds out someone from her past wants to harm her? God help the city.

She's a headstrong lawyer who has had groundbreaking success in her field despite her young age. They are three dominant brothers who need a lawyer for their multi-million pound business. What could go wrong? NOTE: THIS IS A REVERSE HAREM NOVEL Book cover photo: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/2533343533874362/ Started: 7/7/24 #1 in ENGLISH ~ 2/8/24 #1 in LAWYER ~ 14/8/24 #1 in POLY ~ 29/8/24 #1 in TATTOOS ~ 27/09/24 (My birthdayyyyy) #1 in DOMINANCE ~ 22/10/24 #1 in SEXY ~ 20/4/25 #1 in RH ~ 29/5/25 #1 in GRUMPYXSUNSHINE ~ 6/10/25

All she wanted was to forget her mother's death, but constant reminder won't let her be. Information and truth gets unfold, but what will she do when she sympathize with the villain and empathize with the victims. Let's see.

Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?

Killing people was easy for Kingston Knight, selling drugs was easy...but falling in love was something he knew nothing about. He watches the way his little sister has fallen in love and wonder if he can ever treat a woman like that? Can he put his guard down to let someone other than family in? Promise Marshall is a little rough around the edges, being raised in a orphanage and running away at the age 16 she had no choice but to dance. With her troubled past that makes her the woman she is now...can she also let her guard down? Can she be that soft girl?