Who wants that perfect love story anyway? Cliché, cliché, cliché, cliché

#1 In manipulation 8/12/25 #1 in poetic 8/12/25 #1 in bwwm 9/2/25 #1 in dark romance 9/3/25 #1 in high school drama 9/7/25 #1 darkskin 9/2/25 #1 in Stockholm 10/7/25 #1 in vote 10/17/25 (REWRITTING) Publishing chapters as I rewrite them !! Since people don't like to read tags I just wanna let yall know this is a DARK ROMANCE book. As in a abusive , manipulative relationship. ... Finally, he asked, "Why are you crying?" Yara didn't lift her head right away. She was used to being ignored, not spoken to. When she did answer, her voice was small. Almost a breath. "They forgot me again," she whispered. "Who?" "My parents. They were supposed to pick me up." He blinked once. "So?" She looked at him then, really looked. "They always forget." Adonis didn't nod. Didn't frown. Just sat back on his heels. There was no sympathy in his face, but there was something else. Interest. Recognition. He understood what it meant to be forgotten. He stood up and looked down at her. "Do you want to disappear?" The question hung in the air . Yara didn't answer. She didn't know how. But the silence between them said enough. Adonis nodded once. "Come on." She hesitated. And then, quietly, she got up and followed him into the woods- not because she trusted him, but because he was the first person who hadn't looked through her.

Kalia swore she wasn't gonna fall for Namari - then she did. Problem is, he doesn't even like girls... or at least that's what everybody says. But when feelings start mixin' and Kalia steps up, takin' control of what she wants, everything gets messy real quick. "Get on the bed, back arched - and I don't wanna hear no complaints." She's takin' control this time - of her life, her heart, and him.

Maliyah and Zylo, two bestfriends who have known each other since toddlers had never left each other's side since they connected. Over the years, one party starts to develop feelings for the other but, sadly the feelings aren't mutual. It might've been easier to walk away due to not wanting the feelings to complicate their friendship but, there was an 13 year old promise that kept the two together. So... What happens when a third person inserts themselves into the equation ? Will the two bestfriends find a way to be together ? Or, will their promise be broken and have things take a turn for the worse ? Find Out More in 'What's Lost'

Where a innocent plus size girl meets 4 people who change her for the better but little due they know her thoughts start blossoming before she does

He's loved by millions but understood by few. Chris Brown father, icon, and flawed man is used to keeping people at a distance. Women come and go, the spotlight never dims, and the pain behind his smile stays tucked away where no one can reach it. Until her. She's not impressed by his fame. She doesn't ask for tickets, clout, or access just conversation. Peace. Time. A friendship forms that feels like freedom. And maybe, just maybe, the beginning of something real. But love doesn't come easy for a man who's been burned and watched the world judge him for every scar. This time, the story goes beyond the mic.

When highly regarded art conservator Elana Monroe meets global music superstar Chris Brown, their worlds collide in a whirlwind of passion, jealousy, and public scrutiny. Amidst court battles and career challenges, they must navigate their contrasting lives to find love and stability.

Anaya and Malachi, both broken by life's harsh realities, meet under less than ideal circumstances. As their brief conversations shed light on their darkness, they discover that being a beacon isn't always enough to mend their pain. Read more to find out🖤

"So I creep, yeah. Just keep it on the down low said nobody supposed to know..."

What's more dangerous-the boy who wrecked her, or the man he's become? He's back, dragging their past behind him, setting fire to everything she's rebuilt. Hatred is easy. Walking away? Impossible. ________________ Damn him. Damn him for looking at me like that. For touching me like that. For acting as though he cared, when his actions and words spoke volumes to the contrary. I stop walking. The silence between us stretches, pulling tight, thrumming with something I refuse to name. I turn my head, just enough to catch the shape of him in the dying light. He's still standing there, still watching, like he's waiting. I force my voice to stay steady, to cut through the distance between us with all the venom I have left. "I hate you, Skepta Aldridge."