In Umlazi, Lihle never thought a man like Thabiso would look her way. She's thick in the wrong places, with knocked knees and dark thighs the gossiping girls love to mock. But Thabiso isn't just any kasi gent he's the legend behind cash-in-transit heists and ATM bombings, rolling up in his GTI blasting Vum Vum by Brown Dash, dressed in Moschino and Diesel. Every girl wants him. He only wants her. This is kasi gangster love: raw, dangerous, and impossible to escape.

Meet Rorisang Ditshego, cashier at Spar, single 25 year old with no real experience of love or serious relationships. Meet Thabo Ntlatleng, popularly known as T-man, 'businessman', certified play boy with extensive knowledge of the female specie. Neither is looking for love, or a relationship for that matter. But sparks fly on their first meeting, feelings that have been sleeping or never even existed before arise. Both are left wondering 'what next?'

They say you need to heal in order to not bleed on people who didn't cut you but how do you heal when you see the person who cut you so deeply carry on with life without giving two shits about what they did. 'and while you're at it, tell me why you fucken ran away like a little kid on Saturday' Qhawe says, roaring in my face. His face veins popping off. 'Qhawe please leave me alone' I say while trying to break off his strong hold on my waist. 'I said fucken tell me and don't make me ask you for the third time or I swear uMaZulu, you'll regret it' he says with the coldest stare which leaves me shaking with fear. 'I'm a fucken Virgin okay!' I say shouting in his face, equally vexed.

Prologue " I love fearlessly and I want to be loved the way I love. I am worth it, and because I know my worth I don't know how to settle for temporary pleasure or love. So please don't bother me, unless you are planning on loving me the way I deserve to be loved." We both stared at each other not saying a word, afraid to speak next because whatever is said next sets everything in motion. " You should go" I said walking towards the door then opened it. He cleared his throat, then grabbed his jacket mumbling something under his breathe; " See what happening right now? Where we are right at this moment is all your fault" He said his ocean blue eyes staring at me shimmering with tears; " You wouldn't know love because you don't even love yourself. You are the problem Zoey, no one else but you"

He was her Giant. She was his Heart. He was rude and cruel. She was polite and compassionate. He was dangerous. She was harmless. He was fearless. She was timid. His life was filled with darkness because of his tragic past Until... She battled with her darkness but hid it from the outside world Until...

A honeymoon should be one of the most romantic experiences of your life. For Emilee Sanders, it was - it just wasn't with her husband. ***** An anxious paralegal finds herself where no bride should be on the week of her wedding. Single. Stuck taking a honeymoon alone, Emilee Sanders finds herself trapped at a Bali beach resort that's spilling with couples and romance. However, she's not the only single person on this beach. Mysterious and gorgeous Logan Hodge, a newly graduated physician, is on his own solo vacation to escape realities from back home. Shielding their true identities from each other, the two create new ones as Emmy and Hodge - a couple celebrating their honeymoon. The two weeks of steamy, romantic bliss should end with no more than fake names and lone trips home to their real lives, but life may have more in store for them. Content/Trigger Warning: the story contains scenes of mature sexual content and possibly triggering content around rape. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by April Alforque

[18+ ongoing] Fire meets ice, but can enemies become lovers? One ice queen. One molten-hot heartthrob. One work assignment: don't rip each other apart. ❀ NA sports romance + workplace romance. Please note that this story is mature. Extended synopsis included within.

The Khumalo's are known to be dangerous but what happens now since they have a weakness, is love really a beautiful thing if it makes you weak?

"What is it that you want in a relationship? And please, be as descriptive as you can be" He asks with a smooth barritone that rings bells of pleasure in my ears and other places I dare not to mention I ponder on the thought for a moment then I look at him "I want to be respected, I want stability and commitment, I want to be able to build a life with someone, to have them cherish, protect and love me. I want honesty and I want to get married and have a family." I stop and chuckle, feeling all kinds of silly, with the way he's looking at me. I can't tell if he's thinking that I'm too wishful given the era that we live in where people are quick to deceive each other and dive from one partner to the next. Commitment really does seem like a thing of the past. "I want a family, I want to settle down, get married, provide for and protect my wife as I should. I also expect respect, honesty, loyalty and transparency" he says and it almost sounds like we are negotiating terms of a deal "And love"I add "Love..." he says slowly like it's his first time hearing of the word, it almost sounds foreign coming from him "Yes, I want to be loved" "What is love, exactly?"