"Stop apologising." So I did. Then I apologised for stopping. I'm the girl who eats lunch alone and tells herself she chose it. A girl who's never been kissed, who hides behind books and oversized jumpers and a smile that says please don't look at me. Malakai Vashko looks at me anyway. Six foot seven, Russian, with knuckles that never heal and eyes the colour of something cold and far away. He fights men twice his size for money and walks out of rooms without explaining himself to anyone, and his enemies have learned not to come for him. They come for the people standing next to him instead. He told me he didn't need a friend, and to stop looking at him like he might be one. I should have listened. But I'd already caught him trying to buy flowers for someone who couldn't receive them anymore, and something in me understood him before my brain caught up. He hides with silence and fists. I hide with silence and books. I didn't fix him and he didn't save me, but the night I grabbed an underground boxer by the hoodie outside a corner shop and told him to stop, something started that neither of us knew how to end. "I don't do this," he told me. "I don't let people in." He still doesn't smile. But he stayed. ------------------ ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

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."

***18+ MATURE CONTENT INVOLVED INCLUDING SEX AND VIOLENCE*** "You're always fucking begging." His tone was almost mocking and his grip was getting slightly tighter. "Doesn't take much does it?" I was caught off guard by his change in dynamic but it turned me on at the same time. My breath hitched, my fingers tightening slightly against his arm. "I-" I faltered, heat rushing to my face. "I'm not-" "Don't argue with me," Toni growled. My mouth closed instantly and Toni softened his grip on my throat only a little. "Tell me what you want," Toni said. My voice shook slightly. "I want you." "Not good enough." There was a pause before I finally spoke. "I want you...to fuck me." Toni's expression shifted to a satisfied one. His thumb brushed lightly against my throat, holding me there. "Needy little thing," he added under his breath. 💋

A broken marriage. A new job. She works as a Personal Assistant on the ForNoah Youtube channel. Noah is on the autistic spectrum and she fixes things for him. He's a shipwright and creates beautiful works of art. She's a woman starting over who meets a man trying to start. This is their story. -Excerpt- "Having Asperger's is like being a tiny sailing boat in a big stormy sea," Noah says in his deep voice. "A boat like this one?" "Yes, except the sky is dark with storms all around and huge waves." "I don't like storms, I go to mom's room when a storms come and..and," he frowns at Noah, worry spreads across his little face. "You should go to my mom's room when storms come. You can hide under the covers. She says it's ok for big boys to be scared sometimes." Noah holds his breath in a valiant attempt not to laugh. "Eh, baby, he's a bigger boy so, he braves the storms," I say to him. "But the sea is real big mom." His wide eyes look around the boat. The big blue sea goes on for miles in both directions, not a soul except for Noah, my son, my daughter, and myself. He's right it is lonely. Trailer: https://youtu.be/58YzpNLICrs Trilogy - in progress *COMPLETE* - Book 1 *COMPLETE* - Book 2 Coming Soon - Book 3 I hope you enjoy the book.

Insert from story "You have kind eyes." He said, holding my gaze. "You look innocent." That was on purpose. "Are you ever going to tell me your name?" He asked as he started to clean my foot. "I already did. It's Heather." "Heather." He said, keeping his voice even. "Yes, Heather Dean." He just chuckled, like he didn't believe me. "Why do I get the impression that you think I'm lying?" I asked. "Because of how you respond every time I called you that." Oh...Crap, that wasn't good. "You haven't shared your name either." I pointed out. "I'm waiting." He answered simply. "For what?" "For you to tell me the truth." He looked back up at me. "It only seems fair right?" "It would only seem fair if I was lying." He looked at me for awhile before saying, "So, you're going to stick to that story, huh? All right. Well, when you're ready to be honest, I'll share my name." He had a point but....I still needed to be careful. Yes, he had been kind but that still wasn't reason enough for me to trust him just yet.

"Mommy am I your child?" My mom looked down and chuckled at me. "Of course you are Theo." She said continuing to cut the vegetables that I hated. "Then why do we have different skin?" I blurted. I was five at the time and I didn't know any better. "Who said that?" She asked looking at me concerned. She knew I wouldn't have thought that on my own. I was always perfectly happy with everything. "This kid Matt. He said his mommy thinks you're weird because we're two different skins." I said coloring in my book. "Well don't listen to what people say. Love doesn't discriminate." She told me sternly. I took her advice. Highest rank: #6 in interracial #2 in interracial-romance # 3 in sexualthemes

Before you read: this is a mature book! ​He's a tatted menace with a heart of stone. She's the only one he sees. ​Kage doesn't care about anyone. He walks through the halls with his headphones on, a dark stare that could cut glass, and enough tattoos to warn the entire world to stay away. He's dangerous, possessive, and completely unavailable to anyone else. To him, the rest of the world doesn't even exist. ​Except for Talia. ​Talia is the definition of an alt-princess-soft but edgy, entirely unbothered, and the only person alive who can put Kage in his place. They share a bond that no one can break-and a secret that changes everything. ​When Kage's own mother kicks him out, he doesn't need to hide. He goes straight to the one place he belongs. Talia's mom knows the truth about the baby they share, and Kage is ready to do whatever it takes to protect his new family. He's obsessed, he's protective, and he will literally growl at anyone who dares to look at his girl. ​In a small town full of eyes, Kage is making one thing dangerously clear: She's mine.

Raixen knows loneliness better than most. His life is routine, quiet, and empty - by design. He never asked for hope. Never believed in love. Never thought happiness would recognize him. But a little girl claimed him as her father, and a black beauty stepped into his life and showed him what it means to be chosen - fully, deeply, and without fear. A NOVEL by ORIGINAL NUNU **CURRENTLY EDITING CHAPTERS** SLOWLY.

Tasha Clarke is twenty-seven and stuck. What was meant to be a temporary job at a golf club has stretched into years of serving drinks, forcing smiles, and enduring the leers of men twice her age. With her best friend Nyla's wedding on the horizon, Tasha can't help but feel left behind. Nyla has love, stability, and a future. Tasha has routine and a gnawing hunger for something more-something dangerous enough to make her feel alive again. Across the ocean, 30 year-old, Ignacio Montoya prepares to step into Seattle for the first time in years. His empire stretches across continents, claiming cities like New York, Chicago, Miami, and Los Angeles in blood and power. But Seattle remains unscarred-a weakness he intends to remedy. On the surface, Ignacio comes as a best man, to toast the wedding of his oldest friend. Beneath the tailored suit, however, lies a predator's intent. He sees Seattle not as a city of celebration, but as prey. Ignacio Montoya is a storm-silent until he breaks, relentless once he does. While Tasha aches for change and Ignacio charts his conquest, fate coils their paths together. What begins as a wedding celebration will unravel into something far more dangerous: a collision of hunger and power, yearning and control. When the storm finally reaches her, Tasha Clarke's life-and Seattle itself-will never be the same.

[ 𝟏𝟐:𝟑𝟑𝐩𝐦 ] 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. [ 𝟏:𝟑𝟑𝐩𝐦 ] ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ? [ 𝟖:𝟓𝟓𝐩𝐦 ] 𝘈𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱. 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. [ 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 ] 𝟗:𝟎𝟓𝐩𝐦. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 the only one who got me like this" His familiar drawl pierced the barrier of a door. The only thing that was hindering him from reaching her physically. Emotionally, she built a strong wall of defense based on a foundation of lies told by friends, media, family, you name it. She believed lore instead of the 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 23 year old male who thought the world of her. "Swear. Open the door before I act a 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭 outside this bitch and wake the whole neighborhood up"