[On hold] A girl named arella vee Jameson, 20 years old, fresh out of college and just moved into a small apartment by herself and her dog riri. While her and her dog riri is on their daily walk every afternoon, riri gets out of her leash and runs and crashes straight into a person. kevin henders a 24 year old sweetheart who has a nice smile and green bright eyes and his own boss with money for days. they bump into each other not knowing they'll see each other very soon. What happens when they start to go on walks together bonding over a dog and family soon turning into something deeper. What happens next? read to find out. #3 ghetto.

When a suburban Black girl meets a hard life Hispanic boy.

"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included!*

My body was stuck. I wanted to move but I couldn't. He leaned down and our lips crashed together. He made the kiss deeper by adding tongue and picked me up giving my ass a squeeze. Earning a moan from me. He began walking upstairs and went straight to my room throwing me on the bed. "I missed you so fucking much." He said aggressively as he took his clothes off. I started taking mines off as well. He laid over my body kissing me again then breaking it-pressing his forehead to mine looking me in my eyes. I arch my back as he reach down to my soaking pussy and he started stroking my clit. "Always so fucking wet, I fucking love it." He continues to rub his fingers up and down my slit. Sticking a finger inside of me every so often. I moan out against his fingers on my clit. "Fuck this I need to be inside of you." He grunts. A love story about Antonio Russo & Shakayla Janai. Not fully edited! Let me know if I made a mistake somewhere!!! But not to much tho 😚 some of y'all be getting smart in the comments 🙃 I definitely return energy.

Juliana didn't move to Puerto Rico for love. She moved to survive. After escaping an abusive past and fighting for full custody of her daughter, she's determined to rebuild her life one careful step at a time. A new home. A new job. No more chaos. No more men. Then she meets her neighbor. Benito is patient, observant, and far more gentle than she expects. He speaks to her daughter in soft Spanish. He fixes broken things without asking questions. And little by little, he breaks down the walls Juliana swore she'd never let fall again. He isn't trying to save her. He's just waiting. And for the first time, she wonders if love can feel like sunlight instead of a storm.

When the world's fastest driver meets fashion's most enigmatic muse, sparks don't fly, they simmer. Honey St. James is a 22-year-old model with a reputation for class, control, and keeping her distance. Max Verstappen is Formula 1's reigning champion, charismatic on the track but guarded off it. Their worlds collide during a glittering Monaco weekend, and what begins as a fleeting glance slowly evolves into something neither of them expected. In a world of speed, pressure, and public scrutiny, Honey and Max find themselves drawn together carefully, reluctantly, and undeniably. This is a slow-burn love story about trust, restraint, and the quiet moments in between the noise. irl/social media

SEQUEL TO HIS SECRET (highly recommended to read his secret first possibly could be read as a standalone) It's been four years since Amira walked away from Brooks Whitmore-and the life that nearly swallowed her whole. Now twenty-eight, she's graduated from cosmetology school, raising her daughter, Alina, and building a future of her own. Stronger, sharper, and unwilling to be anyone's secret again, Amira swears her past is behind her. But when a man she's casually seeing drags her to a political event, Amira finds herself face-to-face with Brooks for the first time in years. Only now, he's married. Only now, he's on the verge of the Vice Presidency. And only now, the truth about Alina threatens to surface. Brooks has everything he was raised to want-power, status, Margot on his arm. But behind closed doors he's colder and haunted by the woman he let slip away. What happens when their worlds collide again? When secrets can't stay buried? This time, Amira isn't the girl he left behind. She's a woman with something to lose.

India Johnson thought she'd finally found her footing in New York-steady work, chosen family, and a relationship that felt powerful in all the right ways. But when an unexpected opportunity threatens to pull her in a different direction, she's forced to face a truth she's been ducking, realizing comfort can be just as dangerous as chaos. Behind the scenes, Alex Morelli is losing his grip. Old decisions refuse to stay buried, jealousy turns calculated, and the line between protection and possession starts to blur. As secrets surface and silence becomes currency, the people closest to India feel the pressure of a world they never asked to be pulled into. It's about control, consequences, and the moment you realize choosing yourself might cost you everything you thought you needed.

India learned early how to survive by paying attention. Growing up in a small, rough city taught her when to speak, when to soften, and when to protect herself. She carries those instincts into corporate spaces that were never designed with her in mind. Alex has never needed to adapt. Power comes naturally to him. Raised in legacy and expectation, he leads with quiet authority, keeping his emotions tightly controlled and his personal life even more so. When their worlds collide, attraction becomes something neither can name without consequence. Identity, power, and unspoken desire blur the lines they've spent years maintaining.

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."