⋆ ˚ ｡▐ 𝚰𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏. ❝ I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE BAMBI. I'M IN DEEP FOR YOU. ❞ ━━━ KAEDE HAYASHI 𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐓𝚰. Daughter of David and Boipelo Moetti. The media calls her the "Mantra Ray". She's used to being under fame's spotlight, especially now that she's been recruited to be on England's women's swim team. It's one of many goals that she's been working towards since she was eleven and if she stays on track, she'll achieve her dream of being at the Olympics. Her parents aren't helping with the pressure, but she knows she can do this, she has it all planned out━ but she doesn't predict a certain grump entering her orbit. 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐒𝐇𝚰. Son of Kaito and Hanako Hayashi. The media calls him "the UK's rising basketball star". He's been under the media's gaze since he was born, especially since he's following his father's footsteps in becoming a basketball great. He's already halfway there since he's this year's basketball captain. All he has to do is lead his team to victory and be scouted by an American team before the school year ends. It's a lot of pressure, but he's sure he can handle it and stay focused━ until a certain swimmer crosses his path and he can't stay away. ━━━━━━ ♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ His thumb stroked down my throat and my breath hitched as he took in the paint I'd decorated my face with for his match. "Beautiful." He didn't even seem like he was aware that he'd let out the mumble. "Can I?" I only noticed my mouth was dry when I tried to speak, so I swallowed. "Can you what?" A corner of his lips tugged up as his thumb brushed over his number on my cheek. "Kiss you. You'd be supporting me even more if you wore something of mine, Bambi." ❞ ❪ DUAL POV / CHRISTIAN BOARDING SCHOOL SPORTS ROMANCE / CHECK TW'S ❫

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.

[A SWEET MAFIA ROMANCE] Nicole thought that her life would be easy now after she left behind all the memories of an awful night, which led to an unexpected tribulation in her life. She moved into a new city trying to forget the inexplicable incident that happened with her. Little did she know that she can never escape from it because the devil will always find her. No matter how hard she tries to get away from him. He was meant to be her medicine but he turned out to be a Slow Poison. ------------------------------------- I hear his hoarse voice bringing me back from the daze as he growls in between the kisses. "You have no idea how dangerous it can be..." He says with his lips going down to the area just above my breast, he sucks in desperately, squeezing my ass gently, making me whimper in bliss. I clutch to his shirt, trying to hold my body from collapsing. "Careful...You are messing with the devil, Cole." He doesn't let me breathe for a minute as he starts attacking me with his open-mouthed kisses all the way back. Rapture succumbs me as I feel his lips again on my neck, traveling higher. I breathe heavily, unable to maintain my composure while being acquainted with this unfamiliar sensation. His lips reach my ear as he gently nibbles my earlobe. "You know why people call me the devil?" His breath fanning over my ear. "It's not because I am a sinner." His harsh breath comes out in pants, showing me how equally he is affected as he continues. "It's because I am capable of making innocent people commit sins." WARNING: Contains strong language, sexual descriptions and scenes which might be uncomfortable for some readers such as depiction of illegal occupations, drug dealing, use of weapons, blood and killing. Read at your own risk. Also, I have no claim over the pictures used in the story. They are taken from internet.

Kicking sand into a black girl's fresh braids probably wasn't the best way to make friends for six-year-old Marshall Stone. In fact, that's how he found a rival. Love Lewis has always disliked the boy that had her mother on a rampage when she came home with sandy hair in the first grade. She thought that would be the first and last she'd be seeing of him. Oh, how lucky she is to continue the rest of her elementary, middle, and high school years with him. Imagine the relief she felt when they began attending different colleges - ten minutes away from each other but far enough for her. Two years of only having to see him at basketball games and the occasional party turned into the result of maybe his worst idea to date. When Marshall Stone decides to rope her into a not-so-well-thought-out plan to fool his father and soon-to-be-step-mother into thinking he has a girlfriend, Love couldn't be more confused. She's sure he has girls falling at his feet, ready to throw themselves at him, completely willing to fake a relationship just for some alone time with him. So why her? Unfortunately, Marshall doesn't even know the answer to that question. But who said you can't find Love when you least expect it? Copyright © MIDNXGHTSUN

"What do you want from me, Mila?" He asks, helplessly. I take his hands and guide them to my waist. "I want you to touch me, August," I reply, breathlessly. For once, I don't even mean it sexually. I want to feel his warm hands all over me. I want him to explore my body, to trace it with his fingertips. I want him to know every feature of my body by heart. I want him to map and memorize and annotate me like he does with his books. My hands slip under his shirt and I run my fingertips over his abs and up to his chest. I place my palm over his heart and, although he's been so good at hiding it, I can feel his heart racing. I withdraw my hands from his shirt and move them up his arms, feeling his muscles, and then to his neck. Sneaking a hand into his soft hair, I move in closer, until our lips are just barely touching. "I want you to kiss me, August. Are you going to, or not?" - 18 year-old Mila Farren is a social pariah at her catholic boarding school. Although no one at her school really knows just how deep her sins go, Mila is still labeled as the campus slut and trouble maker, even by her teachers. At the beginning of senior year, Mila meets the new transfer student, August Reid. August is a devout Catholic first and a hopeless romantic second. He has never sinned a day in his life and has no plan to Although at first he is able to resist Mila's attempts to seduce him, he soon begins to wonder if maybe a little sin here and there couldn't hurt. Initially, Mila isn't sure what it is about him that she's so attracted to. Sure, he's physically attractive, but it's more than that this time. Then she finds out that August's father is the new campus minister. Turning the preacher's kid into a sinner is going to be difficult. Challenge accepted.

I moan every time he hits the back of my insides, in both pleasure and a little pain. He does so too, letting out heavy groans and whimpers with every thrust he makes. I place my fingers on my clit again, closing my eyes and focusing on my orgasm. I rub my clit slowly at first, increasing my pace as I feel my release get closer. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum." I announce. His moans begin to grow a little louder, indicating that he's probably close too. And once again, right as I'm about to reach my orgasm, he stops his thrusting. I whimper from the loss of stimulation inside me. I open my eyes to find him smirking at me again. "Fuck, Evan. Enough teasing." I glare at him. He chuckles. All of a sudden, he rips his hands out from the shirt I previously tied around his wrists to keep him from having too much control. I feel the blood drain from my face. "If you're gonna tie me up," He reaches his hands forward, one of them grabs both of my wrists and holds them behind my back, and the other wraps into my hair, "Maybe use something a little stronger." ✦✧✦✧ ✦✧✦✧ ✦✧✦✧ Saniya Inara is Laurence Caddel's top assassin. Evander Hart is Kane Ashford's top assassin. Caddel enterprises and The Ashford Co. are the two biggest businesses in the black market. However the men in charge of each company hate each other due to past occurrences. Saniya follows in Laurence's footsteps, hating everyone in the Ashford Co. Evander follows in Kane's footsteps, hating everyone in Caddel enterprises. When the most important belongings to each company get stolen, Saniya and Evander are forced to work together to sort out this mess. What will happen when two sworn enemies are put together on a mission to find the person who is the biggest culprit of all?

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

At just fifteen years old, A'raya finds herself entangled in a world of familial expectations and societal obligations. Zane, a complex character known for his brilliance but also plagued by arrogance and disrespect, is burdened with the responsibility to ensure the continuation of his family's lineage. A'raya, a captivating eighteen-year-old, is chosen to be the conduit through which the hopes of future generations are carried. A unique connection develops between A'raya and Zane, defying conventions and societal norms. However, their path is strewn with personal obstacles, hidden truths, and the weight of their respective family histories. A'raya takes on the challenge of unraveling Zane's grumpy demeanor while Zane grapples with conflicting emotions towards A'raya, the daughter of the woman responsible for his brother's tragic fate. As A'raya endeavors to break down the walls surrounding Zane's heart, they both become embroiled in a web of secrets, the consequences of which prove to be deadly. Can they find a way to overcome the shadows of the past and forge a future built on trust and understanding? With its tantalizing mix of secrets, murder, and love...Prepare to be captivated by a tale where the pursuit of love comes with unexpected twists, and the echoes of past transgressions threaten to tear lives apart. Enjoy (I changed the summary to something better.) 💋 are the mature chapters 🥇 125th in 18 plus 🤷🏾♀️ 12/30/22

[ COMPLETED ] Elijah West and Aliyah Pryce have something in common: They have both been hurt before. Aliyah Pryce plans weddings. That's one thing she was absolutely sure about doing. She loved the idea of love so when she plans an amazingly beautiful wedding, she expected for it to go to plan. Except, the groom just so happens to be her ex-highschool sweetheart and the bride happens to be her highschool best friend. An orthopedic surgeon, Elijah West has gone through his life at one hundred miles per hour, no breaks and no time-outs. He's also recovering from a break up with his long-time girlfriend, Gianna Williamson. That's how he ends up at the bar down the street from his apartment, a glass of whiskey in hand and a beautiful woman sat beside him. They're both, immediately, thrust into a world of confusing emotions and complicated feelings. But you know what Jordin Sparks says, One Step At A Time. COPYRIGHT © MIDNXGHTSUN 2020

Heath and Teagan only agree on one thing: they don't want to be in a relationship. Teagan, who is busy finishing her law degree, needs a break from the stress of living up to her parents' expectations. Heath is following his passion and starting his career as a physical therapist, but his family's drama is tearing his life apart behind the scenes. As members of the same friend group, Heath and Teagan will be around each other plenty during wedding season, whether they like it or not. With no time or desire to date, the two come to an agreement: pre-scheduled hookups through the summer or until something real comes along. A situational relationship, otherwise known as a situationship. Their arrangement seems perfect. If their past doesn't come back to bite them.