When the venerable Don of Casata Moretti-a man whose name carried weight in hushed corridors and across gilded boardrooms-uncovers the quiet treachery of the past, the very foundations of his empire tremble. The woman he once called his only love, a fleeting softness in a life carved from steel and silence, had vanished from his world with no explanation. Now, years later, he learns the truth: she bore him a son in secret-an heir not raised in the shadow of Moretti, but crowned at the helm of a rival syndicate. A new sovereign has risen in the underworld, one born of his blood, yet groomed beyond his reach. Betrayal, legacy, and blood now twist together in a silence far louder than war.

An arranged marriage was never what I wanted but it seemed to be what life was dishing out to me, and to make it worse, my husband-to-be preferred women on the ...lighter side. And by the lighter side, I mean lighter side of the scale and skin color. #1Bwwm #2Interracial Book 1 of the Unwanted Series PS: There are typos in this work, mostly because autocorrect always puts in the most ridiculous wrong things and I always miss despite reading them before posting, until I have posted and read over and over again. There's also the issue of timelines that don't add up and wrong names. I'm currently editing it in a new document. I hope it will be better. FP: 2017 C:2019

Dallas Carter is sassy and stubborn. She just started her final year in college. She is dealing with depression as she grieves her boyfriend's death. All of this changes when she meets Professor Mark Victor. They don't get along at first, but as time passes Dallas and her professor get to know each other very well.

❝You're too much of a nice boy, 𝐋𝐞𝐨.❞ ❝Really?❞ Leo scoffed, gripping Noel's entire pussy with his one hand, his fingers toying with her dripping panties. ❝A nice boy, 𝐍𝐨𝐞𝐥? Would a nice boy have you soaked like this?❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ What happens when one of the university's star players and a young legend in the music industry with a horrible reputation cross paths? 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟒/𝟑𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟎𝟒/𝟎𝟔/𝟐𝟓 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - #𝟏 - 𝐰𝐦𝐛𝐰 - #𝟕 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

❝You feel so good, 𝐌𝐬. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧.❞ He moans in my ear before arching me on his desk. I tried to keep my moans at a minimum, but he felt incredible as he was pummeling me from behind. ❝I can't get enough of you,❞ he groans, the erotic symphonies of our skin slapping bringing me closer to ruin. ❝I'm insatiable when it comes to you, Quinn.❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ What transpires when a young, billion dollar CEO gets rejected by his daughter's teacher? 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟐/𝟐𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟒/𝟑𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - # 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 - # 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 - #𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐰𝐰𝐦

Booked finished on may 6, 2020

Nyomi is hired by a mutual friend to help Khaiem expand his art lounge into a lifestyle brand. She plans to keep things professional-especially since she's still healing from a controlling ex who almost ruined her career. But Khaiem's creative, confident energy disarms her, and he's intrigued by her quiet power. What starts as creative brainstorming sessions at midnight turns into heated arguments, laughter, and stolen touches. But when her ex reappears, and Khaiem's old trust issues resurface, they'll have to choose if love is worth risking their carefully rebuilt lives.

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We had a code phrase.. "Joshua come save me please!" I sent a simple text in no time he replied.. "I'm on my way, say no more" *Sometimes going the wrong way never felt so right. Sometimes you gotta throw caution to the wind and face what you're not used to.* Kai• X Joshua• {©Caution: Rated ® contains very explicit and vulgar language, this tale is intended for mature audience. Parental advisory is ADVISED! Will definitely contain foul language, scenes that involve lots of sexual content (nudity)! Please be mindful and ENJOY!} ALL RIGHTS RESERVED™✓ Thick Chick APPROVED ™✓ ALL CURVES ALLOWED™✓ Love Handles ON DECK™✓ Markel P. Ward✓ March 19, 2019 ✓

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."