Sequel to Allure ⭐️ "Mesmerized by every move, I'm drawn in like a moth to a flame, captivated by the pull of your presence. There's a fire in your eyes, a magnetic force I can't resist-it's desire wrapped in elegance."

Allure, Enamored... Requiem. The series finale. She signed the papers. She chose the war. She walked away from the only woman who ever truly saw her. After the passion of Allure and the unraveling in Enamored, the final chapter finds Anaya buried beneath the weight of silence, secrets, and sacrifice. The Army became her escape. Duty became her shield. And Beyoncé? She was the love Anaya had to let go of to survive. But love like theirs doesn't die-it waits. Now, years later, a single return threatens to crack open everything they buried. Old wounds ache. Familiar eyes still burn. And the question that's haunted them both refuses to stay quiet: What if walking away was never the end? Requiem is the story of a love that had to break in order to bloom again. A haunting tribute to what was lost-and what rises from the ashes when two souls are destined, no matter the cost.

Serenity Davidson has no time for strays. She's too busy running Greensboro's best soul food catering business and keeping her mama happy. But when they find a starving, half-dead man collapsed on their front porch, Serenity does what she does best: she feeds him. He says his name is Kevin. He says he's an unemployed factory worker with "bad asthma." He is lying. He is Lorenzo Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Sicilian Mafia, battered and hiding in plain sight. He intended to heal, exact his revenge, and disappear. But after weeks of Serenity's pot roast, her warm bed, and her bossy attitude, Lorenzo realizes he has a new addiction. He's not just going to take back his empire. He's taking the cook with him.

The deal was simple: a public engagement, carefully orchestrated to stabilize a presidency and rehabilitate a legacy. Kamala Harris, President of the United States needed the illusion of stability. Jules Tan, billionaire heiress, political tactician, and the reluctant heir to a shadowy empire, needed legitimacy. What began as a contract became something neither of them expected. Behind closed doors, the line between performance and passion begins to blur. Power shifts. Feelings emerge. And just as their arrangement starts to feel like something real, a scandal threatens to bring it all down, along with the presidency. Caught between love and loyalty, legacy and desire, Kamala and Jules must confront the question they've both been avoiding: What happens when the heart rewrites the fine print?

Y/N, a 22 year old stripper, meets Beyoncé Knowles, a well known business woman who doesn't take shit from anyone. Y/N being from the slums of Dallas and Beyoncé being from the better side of Houston makes them opposites that attract almost immediately. What happens when they meet on egregious terms, have sexual interactions, and develop feelings for one another? Read and Find out.

"𝐵𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉, 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉." "𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉...𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌." - It was as though the sun escorted her wherever she went; her entire self radiated a pleasing, envious aura. Her bubbly persona never ran dry. It had me intrigued, and admittedly a bit infatuated. It also made me feel guilty about being so attracted, being so drawn to a girl who was so young and acted so childishly. But dear oh dear, did I plan on making her mine. - In which a 20-year-old, childish girl encounters rough-around-the-edges, military man, Everest Simon, who couldn't seem to get her out of his head.

With spending her young adult life working to pay off her debt as an escort at a private brothel, Venus has lost her zest for life. But when two men came with the intention to buy her, everything changes.

Kamala Harris thought the worst was behind her when she lost the 2024 presidential election. But the quiet that followed revealed something far more devastating-a marriage broken by betrayal, a life stripped of certainty, and nights haunted by questions that politics could never answer. On one of those sleepless nights, searching for comfort in flour and sugar, she stumbles into a late-night grocery aisle-and collides with a woman who feels like danger wrapped in beauty. Tall, with radiant dark skin, an Afro haloing her face, and siren eyes that draw Kamala in against her will, this stranger unsettles her in ways she can't explain. What begins as chance sparks a slow burn neither can escape. Kamala is pulled between resistance and surrender, trust and suspicion, desire and fear. The deeper she falls, the more she realizes this woman's world is one of shadows-crime, secrets, and enemies who don't play by the rules. Every step closer to love pushes her deeper into danger. Every step back leaves her hollow. And somewhere in the pull between the two, Kamala must decide if she's willing to risk everything she has left-her name, her heart, even her life-for a future she never saw coming. A story of power, betrayal, and the dangerous gravity of love that refuses to let go.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

An alluring and apathetic young man, driven by his business and success, finds himself fighting a feeling he hasn't had for several years when he cross paths with a woman he can't shake off. ⚠️Sexual Content. ⚠️MATURE COMMENTS/READERS only.