Nia Hart is used to living quietly, slipping in and out of rooms without being noticed, keeping her world small, controlled and safe. Aidan Collins is the opposite, loud laughter, bright energy, the kind of man who fills every space he walks into. She's an introvert with a laser‑focused career. He's an extrovert with a reputation that follows him everywhere. In private, they're soft. In public, they're a headline. He has golden‑boy charm and easy laughter. She has quiet ambition and careful boundaries. He pulls people in. She keeps them at arm's length. And when the world discovers them, the contrast becomes impossible to ignore: he shines in the spotlight, she hides from it. To stay together, they'll have to learn how to meet in the middle, and build a love that survives both the noise and the silence. Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the images used both on the cover and throughout the story.

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

_'(☁︎')-_━━━━❝𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑰, 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆¡?❞ ✍︎'' ᴀᴘᴏᴅʏᴏᴘsɪs (𝑛.) ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴏғ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴜɴᴅʀᴇssɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ. 𝐴━━━ ﾌ乇ㄖ几 ﾌㄩ几ᘜҜㄖㄖҜ━━━.𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. || Moodboards by @MADENSEOUL

"You don't know what you do to me," he murmured against my skin. "You really don't." - Honesty, a Black girl with a sharp tongue and a bad attitude. lives in Brick City, a row of red-brick apartments know for gangbangers and old grandmothers who yearn for a better place to live. She works nights at a corner store, saving every dollar to get her little brother out of the environment before he becomes part of it. She doesn't have time for love, drama, or distractions. Then Cesar, a quiet white boy with a raspy voice and sweet way with words, moves into the building next door. Who is just trying to make a living off his mechanic job. What happens when these two cross paths and fall in love? Read to find out. #2 hoodlove #4 bwwm #3 blacklove

"This," he gestured to Vincent's corpse, "is what happens when you betray me," he hissed. He grabbed my chin and pressed his thumb painfully into my cheek again before continuing, "don't ever betray me." Without hesitation I said, "I won't." I didn't know what made me so sure. Was it my love for him or my fear of him? But as his face broke out into a wide smile, his pearly white teeth a clean contrast to the blood all over him, I realised what the answer was. Daniel was sick. But I was sicker because I loved him more than ever. I could never fear him. He removed his hand from my face, no doubt smearing blood all over my brown skin as he patted my head like I was an obedient dog and he was my master. "Good girl." ***** Full synopsis inside. Highest Rank: #7 in adultromance

❝𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫❞ - Melanie is in her sophomore year of college. Everything about her is as normal as can be. Friendships, crushes, working, classes, and hopefully relationships in the future. Everything is fine. Until it was not. Who would've thought her car of many years and problems would finally break down on her? And who would've thought her car would introduce her to a tall, mysterious mechanic with a lot of secrets?

"Fuck, baby. You can't say things like that to me. I want to, also. Trust me." His hand snakes down my body until he enters two of his fingers into my wet center. I can only moan in response. "However," he kisses my neck possessively, finding the right spot to drive me crazy. "I need to build you up to that." He pushes his fingers in and out of me, hitting deeper and deeper as his strokes become longer and harder and faster. "You feel that? My fingers deep in your pussy that's dripping for me?" He licks the side of my neck as my breaths come out in short pants. "My dick is going to stretch you out so much more. When I finally fuck you, you're going to be sore for days. And you're going to love it." ---------- Thea Brooks, an 18-year-old college student, lives her life by a schedule. She has school, homework, her job at the Coffee shop where she drinks way too much caffeine to be healthy, and the rest of the time she is watching her little sister while her mother is at work. She thinks that everything will remain the same as she starts her college classes, but that all changes when a new friend of hers introduces her to an attractive guy that she can't seem to get out of her head. Grayson Dark, a 22-year-old Alpha of his pack, has been searching for his mate since he turned 16. All hope is lost until one of his pack mates strolls into his home with the most magnificent scent- his mate's scent. After only slightly maiming his pack mate, it is revealed that his mate is close by- and human. Without understanding the supernatural world existing around her, Thea will have to learn to look past Grayson's faults- mainly his possessiveness and anger issues- while staying out of danger from unknown threats and learning her place at Grayson's side. Oh... and keeping her grades up. How hard can that be?

Riani, feeling eyes on her Iooked over seeing Kiari staring at her. "Why are you staring." Riani chuckled playing in Kiaris hair. "You're just beautiful." He shrugs still not looking away. "Oh for real." She asked breaking out into a smile and he hummed in response. Riani stares back into Kiari's low red eyes before smiling and pecking his lips. He grabbed her neck kissing her back, then backing away and running his tongue across his bottom lip as he stared at her some more. "I love you, Riani." He finally got it off his chest. Something that he has been waiting to tell her for the longest.

When Kiki visits Chicago for her cousin's wedding, she never expects to get piped down by a man who talks with his hands and growls her name like he own it. Messiah ain't like these New York dudes she's used to-he move different. Ain't loud, ain't flashy, but got that hood alpha energy that make her melt. She was supposed to be there for five days max... not fall in love with a Chi-Town gangsta who flips bricks and lifts her like she weightless. But when her past follows her to Chicago and his street life bleeds into their sex-fueled situationship, the line between love and lust starts to blur. He never chased women-especially not loud, sex-crazy, no-nonsense New York ones. But Kiki? She got him talkin' about "what we is" and pressin' her spot like he tryna build a future. But love between two people who been hurt don't come easy. And in a city full of secrets, money, and murder? Somebody always gotta pay.

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.