[COMPLETE] He said nothing when he pushed me back onto the table, just looked at me like I was the only thing in the room worth touching. The gun on his hip pressed into my thigh. I didn't care. I pulled him closer. Rhys dragged his fingers down my ribs like he was counting them. "Keep looking at me like that," he muttered, "and I'll forget we're not supposed to make a mess here." My breath hitched. "Then forget." His smirk was sharp. Dangerous. Mine. And then his mouth was on my neck, and I stopped thinking entirely. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── As their worlds collide, sparks fly dangerously & irresistibly. Zariah needs the money, and Rhys is the perfect ally to make that happen. But as the lines blur between business and desire, Zariah realizes the price of working with Rhys may be higher than she ever imagined. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "Obsession cuts deeper than bullets when you're sleeping with the enemy" - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱 Best rankings ⤵️ 🥇#syndicate (19/08/25)

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.

safe ha·ven /sāf ˈhāvən/ noun a place of refuge or security. a place where you are protected from harm or danger. Est. February '23

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇- He told her one thing "you ain't see shit if you wanna keep that pretty face connected to your body." She was never supposed to cross paths with Giomani "Gio" Blackwood, suit-wearing, gun-toting underboss of New York's most feared family. But one wrong night put her in his world, and Gio don't believe in coincidences. Now she's tied to the man the streets call a monster. And the craziest part? The more she learns about him, the harder it gets to hate him. Cold. Calculated. Fine as hell. Gio runs everything - and when his father steps down, he's coming for the throne. But love and loyalty don't mix in the mafia. And in Gio's world, you either with him... or you against him. Ain't no in-between. 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 & 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃!

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭.... dave east x latto fanfic. 2/6/24

𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 © 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦， 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖱𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽． ( book ii sequel ) ( read extravagant first it's rlly good)

He holds her heels. She lets her guard down. And in the space between city lights and silence, two people who weren't looking for love start to feel something they can't explain. No drama. No rush. Just raw connection and a spark that won't quit.

Widening the door I seen him holding another bag, with flowers in his hand and a blunt behind his ear "really? More peace offerings?" "Ain't none wrong in that" I thanked him for it as I was raised with manners I placed the flowers on the counter alongside the bag not bothered to look inside and see what he got. "That's how you gon do me?" He asked pointing at the flowers on the counter. "I mean flowers really not cutting anything right now" I shrugged. "It better cause I came here to apologise" he walked over and stood in front of me with his tall ass self. "Mhm" I hummed ready to hear what he has to say. "Real shit though. I know I ain't really been on my shit cause I got other shit I'm dealing with so Ion really wanna put that onto you cause you'n deserve none of that. So I told you Ion wanna rush it so I don't become the man that don't treat you good" at this point he put his hand in mine and used his thumb to rub the back of my hand in circular motions. "So I wanna apologise for allat cause I ain't really tell you what's going on but Ion really wanna wait for that date no more". There was just some in his eyes that was getting me especially with his head being slightly tilted not even thinking of trying to break eye contact with me. "So what does that mean?"

Ja and Dess had been inseparable from the moment they met in college. What started as a friendship quickly ignited into a love neither of them saw coming. They were young-perhaps too young to understand the weight of what they truly had. Then Ja's betrayals shattered everything. For Dess, walking away was the only way to save herself. For Ja, losing her sent him spiraling into a world of regret, excess, and self-destruction. Now, five years later, fate has brought them back to the same crossroads, caught between what was and what still might be. When their paths cross once more, old wounds resurface, and the weight of unspoken words lingers between them. Dess has built a life without Ja-one that doesn't revolve around heartbreak and second chances. She has convinced herself she has moved on. Ja has moved on, too-at least in some ways. He's a father now. His daughter, Kaari, is the one pure, beautiful thing to come from the years he spent trying to be with someone else. But he never loved Kaari's mother the way he loved Dess. He couldn't. Because even after five years, after all the mistakes and all the time lost between them, Dess still owns his heart in a way no one else ever could. In this sequel to Wrong Kind Of Right, Ja and Dess find themselves questioning: Is love ever truly lost, or does it simply leave behind pieces-residuals of what once was, waiting for the right time to find its way back?

The first time Bryson Bernard walked into Halston Hall University, two girls dropped their coffees, one guy walked into a pole, and someone in the library moaned. I wish I was kidding. 𓍯 When Bryson Bernard transfers to Halston Hall, the entire campus changes overnight. With bedroom eyes, a perfect smile, and a body carved like sin itself, Bryson becomes an instant unhealthy obsession. Girls throw themselves at him. Guys bend over backwards to be him and his best-friend. Professors overlook the rules for him. Pretty privilege is full intact. But Brynn Winscott? She couldn't care less. She's too focused on her studies, until he takes a liking to her. And suddenly, the riot turns on her. The girls who once adored her now loathe her. The guys who tried to be his friend are now stalking her. The campus has turned on Brynn, and all because Bryson seems to want her. As the obsession intensifies, Brynn finds herself caught in a web of jealousy, hatred, and danger. And just when she thinks she can escape, she's pulled deeper into Bryson's world of twisted allure and destructive attention. [18+ Mature Warning] [Smut] [Mentions of drugs, alcohol, etc.]