He approached me with an air of superiority, clearly unimpressed by my presence. "I hope you understand, Calista, that this marriage is purely a business arrangement," he said coldly. "Do not expect me to treat you with any sort of affection or kindness." I almost laughed, because I didn't care. I just needed him to give me a reason to disappear. So what if I'm bound to him by some promise my parents made? I can easily turn that back on them. I straightened my spine and met his gaze with determination. "I see," I replied, my voice steady. "But you best believe that I will break you. SInce you want to keep me here against my will, I'll make you regret agreeing to marry me." His eyebrows rose, clearly surprised by my response. "Very well. But do not expect any mercy from me." 'Well...shall I dare say it's a pleasure to finally meet you?" "...The feeling isn't mutual." ➿➿➿➿➿➿ Calista York has always been an independent woman. After moving away from her parents as soon as she came of age, nothing has come easy for her. Even after attending college, and landing a good and stable job, she still doesn't know what life has in store for her. If there's even anything else. Work. Drink. Party. Repeat. Calista's familiar routine for every week. Until it one day was rudely interrupted. After years of radio silence from the people who claimed to love her, Calista has finally obtained something new to add to her routine. Marriage. Upon reading their unreasonable request IN A LETTER, Calista is now more determined than ever to keep her life to herself. She's never truly been in love. It won't start now, because her parents want her back. Ignoring their demands to return home, Calista resumes her life as usual. Nothing will change. Or so she thinks. ©️ 2023 Rhydian Adhaya

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

Your average ass mafia story written by a horny virgin 🤷🏾‍♀️

Eight years ago, Rae Mitchell left Glencoe, Georgia without a goodbye. No note, no explanation, just a suitcase full of ambition and a heart too full to stay. She was supposed to outrun the memories. The whispers. And especially Khalil Reed, the boy who once made her believe in forever. But now she's back. Her grandmother's unexpected fall pulls her home, and with no job, no apartment, and a scandal she's still trying to forget, Rae has nowhere else to go. Glencoe hasn't changed, but Rae has. And so has Khalil. Once her first love, now the man she ghosted, Khalil isn't interested in forgiveness or small talk. He's running a business, raising his teenage sister, and trying not to care that Rae's name still hits him like it used to. In a town where everyone remembers who you used to be, Rae must confront what she left behind-family, friendship, and the one person who never stopped waiting for her to come home. But some wounds don't stay buried. Some love never really leaves. And some promises are made to be broken... until they aren't.

This game doesn't come with rules , you gotta set your owns rules and abide by them. Your love life and work is two different things. Never mix business with pleasure. 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐘𝐎𝐍 , age 31 as he's a former drug dealer who goes by the name " Method Man " on the streets. No one ever addresses him as Lorenzo. If so that's either the feds and that's a bad image. Lorenzo owns multiple night clubs , along with a Restaurant called Lyons Grill. You can't just sit with drug money. You gotta move and invest. Lorenzo didn't have any love interest , his love interest was money , seeing more money hit his account. Lorenzo owned his town , he knew when people made it into his down 5 minutes after. When he was informed that a female by the name of MONIQUE ANTOINETT KNIGHT came into town he wanted to know her every move. Olds friends reconnected , as they have different lives .. or do they? 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 , age 25 as she's a drug dealer as well.. but she hides her drug front by opening multiple business. One of her business consists of " Monique's Salon " and Knights Reality. Can two drug dealers fall in love ? Knowing they are at competition.

"𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙮".

Was it ever me... or just him?

"You're wet already, princess?" he tsked, his voice raspy. I closed my eyes, hating how much I was enjoying this. "Open them," he said, "and look at me. Then tell me that white boy can't make you feel like this." His hands moved rhythmically over my covered folds, and my back arched at the sensation. I reluctantly opened my eyes. "Please, Saint-" I started, but he slowed torturously, almost unmoving. I tried to move against him, but it was useless. "That's not my name to you, Lelani," he whispered. "Be the good girl you are and say it." I folded. I fucking folded under minimum pressure. "Liam can't make me feel like you do, Christian," I admitted needily. He smiled, genuinely smiled, before nodding. He quickly discarded my panties, pressing a kiss to my inner thighs. The cold air against my bare skin sent goosebumps across my body. Lelani, 20 never asked for chaos. She wanted a quiet life, a clean future, and a chance to finally breathe. Christian, 24 was the kind of man she promised herself she would never get close to dangerous, secretive, and tied to a world she has no business stepping into. But fate doesn't care about warnings. And he's not good at letting go. Something about her pulls him in. Something about him keeps her from walking away. All she knows is this: The boy she shouldn't want is the only one who touches her right.

A hood love story where bullets and feelings fly just as fast.

Iyonna Wright packed her whole life into two suitcases and left Georgia behind with one goal-make it in Hollywood. For two years, she's been hustling for background gigs, commercial cameos, anything that might get her noticed. Every casting call feels like another gamble, every rejection another reminder that dreams cost more than she ever imagined. But everything changes when she lands a background role in a brand-new blockbuster film-her first real shot at something big. The lead actor, Tyriq Withers, is Hollywood's next obsession: young, magnetic, and unpredictable. His rise is meteoric; hers hasn't even begun. Their chemistry on set is undeniable. Off camera, it's explosive. What starts as a casual connection-born from shared ambition and long nights under studio lights-quickly spirals into something deeper, messier, and harder to define. Tyriq's fame grows faster than either of them can handle, and Iyonna begins to question whether she's falling for the man or the myth the world is building around him. When rumors, secrets, and jealousy collide, Iyonna is forced to choose between her dream and her sanity.