Glowana Reyna Walker came back to New York, her home place when her mother specifically told her not to? But when has she ever listened to her mother? Glowana mostly known as Glow ignored her mother's wishes and ventured back to her home but in doing so she met someone who was certainly waiting at her front door. Raffaele Di Norcia the world's most ruthless mafia leader. ______________ Sneak Peek... GLOWANA "You're wet, Glow," he says. As if I don't know. I can't control my arousal. Everything about Raffaele turns me on. But I'd never admit it to him or myself. The way his sliver eyes always look at me as though they were undressing me, fully naked, fully bare. Some women found it disgusting when men do that and sure I did once but Raffaele was different. He was different from any man I've ever had or met. Besides kidnapping, he had made me cum. And to be honest no man I had ever made me cum like Raffaele had done. Hell, no man had even gone down on me. I didn't mind because sex wasn't much of a deal for me I was more into an emotional connection with someone. But the fact that Raffaele had changed that. Dammit, have I gone insane? Being attracted to a killer? Is that something I want? But quickly my thoughts came to a stop when Raffaele began massaging my clit. "Ahh, N-No," I moaned. The hand that held my hair tightly left it before brushing my dress up a little more revealing my back. The feeling of soft lips pressed against me made me shudder. "I'm considering if I should fuck you here and now, Glow," he rasped as his breath fanned my back. My throat parched at just the thought of Raffaele fucking me. It made me even wetter. "Would you like that?" he questioned gliding his finger between my wet folds. I'd hate to admit it but, dammit I would. _____________________ Cliche I know but who gives a frick?! WARNING MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT!!!!!

VIOLET I've been called too much since the day I grew hips and learned how to use my voice. Too loud. Too soft. Too thick. Too Black. Too hungry for men who never knew what to do with me. That's fine. Let the weak choke on my flavor. I came here to work. A two-month contract with a secretive werewolf pack, patching up warriors and pretending the whole fated mates thing doesn't apply to humans like me. Then I met him. Leon Starling-six-foot-six of alpha arrogance, with glacier eyes and a body built to sin. King of the Crescent Moon Pack. And apparently... fated to me. Our first meeting? In his oversized, overcompensating office. He told me to show respect. I told him to choke on it. "You're in my territory, human," he growled. "And you're in my light," I said. "Move." The problem? I don't want to be claimed. I want to be taken. But every time I lean in, he backs off. Like he's scared I'll break. "I don't want to hurt you," he says, voice hoarse, fists clenched. I smirk, slow and wicked. "Then you're not man enough to fuck me." ⸻ LEON She walked into my office like she belonged there. No fear. No scent of submission. Just fire, hips, and attitude. She was supposed to be another healer. A professional. Temporary. Not mine. But the moment I scented her, I knew. Violet Blues is everything I've been searching for-and everything I shouldn't touch. Defiant. Human. Forbidden. She looks at me like she dares me to try. Laughs like she knows I already lost. "You think your little attitude makes you strong?" I snapped. "No," she purred, dragging her gaze down my body. "But it makes you hard." I should've walked away. Should've buried the bond howling in my blood. Instead, I backed her against my desk and nearly begged. She doesn't want love. She wants to be ruined. "Say it again," I growl, my voice raw. "You're not strong enough to take me," she whispers. And that's when I knew- She wasn't sent to complete me. She was sent to destroy me

A dark romance story. ......... The alley reeked of damp stone and shadows. Her breaths came in sharp, ragged gasps, her heart slamming against her ribs like a desperate drum. She ran, but every step was predicted, every move hunted. And then he was there. Before she could scream, his body slammed into hers, pressing her against the cold wall. The night wrapped around them, but she felt the heat radiating off him like fire. His eyes...dark, endless, merciless...pierced through her, stripping every layer of defiance bare. "Don't... ever... run from me again," he growled, low and vicious, a predator savoring the hunt. "You belong to me. you are mine. only fucking mine" "Who said?I am not yours. " she protested. he chuckled and whispered "Said the way you breathe when I am this close to you. said the way you stare at my lips and said the way you are not pushing me now when I am not even holding you tightly." "You are my obsession....and when a mafia is obsessed with something it's so dangerous my rose...."

Enzo Vitale was raised to be the heir of a powerful Italian family. Disciplined, ruthless, and untouchable. But behind the iron mask he wears, Enzo is haunted by the ghosts of his past,His nights are plagued by nightmares of fire and loss, his days ruled by violence, power, and the constant pressure of tradition. Marriage, children, softness. He has sworn them all away, convinced they are weaknesses he cannot afford. Yet in the shadows of his sleep, a pair of brown eyes won't leave him. Eyes that feel like home. Eyes that enrage him because they make him want. Kairo never wanted to be tangled in the Vitale world. But debt and desperation pulled her family's small business under their thumb, and she finds herself carrying a burden she never asked for. Fiercely loyal to her grandparents and her mother, she sacrifices her own safety to protect them, even if it means giving everything she has and everything she is. When Enzo and Kairo finally collide, it's not fate. It's a storm. He sees in her those same eyes that haunt his dreams, and she feels the danger in every word he speaks, every touch he steals. He is the man she should fear the most and the one her body betrays her for. As family expectations tighten around Enzo, and Kairo's secrets threaten to unravel, their lives twist together in a brutal dance of control, defiance, and forbidden desire. He wants dominance. She wants freedom. But neither can seem to let the other go.

"Oh darling everyone knows only the stolen apples taste best...."

I want her to be mine and mine alone No one can have her except me "What an ass like damnn the way her body move as she bounced her ass off" The way how she gets shy when i look at her the way how she smiled when she's playing with my child the way how she warms my heart every time i look at her beautiful face Ohh how i wished she could be mine already, nooo not wished she will be mine not soon not ever now I can't wait to have her under me how she doesn't know what affect she have of me no thick woman has ever made me like this except her I am so obsessed with this woman i cant take it anymore i have to make her mine if i dont i think i will really kill myself or worse maybe something to her Ohh godd why is he staring at me like that and smirking why is my pussy getting wet every time he looks at me and why those hazel eyes make my heart beat so fast it's like it will pop out of my chest „How I wish he could be mine... but he'll never be, because I'm not perfect. I'm just an unknown woman with the biggest ass ever 🍑, and he probably only likes slim girls or ones who are just a little thick 🥺😖" Imani is shy, loving, and deeply insecure about her body, often wishing she were more like her confident best friend, Amoya. Though Amoya constantly reassures her of her beauty, Imani struggles to believe it. Their lives shift when they meet two charming men and their children, whose innocence draws them together. Through kindness, patience, and love, one man helps Imani shed her fears and discover her strength, confidence, and self-worth. Alessandro is dangerous, emotionally scarred, and hardened by a hateful ex-wife. His only priority is his son, Seth-until meeting Imani and Amoya. Drawn to the women his child adores, Alessandro feels his darkness weaken as obsession and desire take hold. Alongside Dimitri, he becomes determined to claim the women who changed everything.

Art. She created art, and though it was in an unconventional form, it was still art; her art. And it was also a service. Decorating homes made Jeanette Johnson happy, but that was about it. In a city where she dedicated her time to recreating homes, she felt sort of lonely. She needed something, someone to pay attention to her; she felt empty. All she wanted was to be loved. And she happened to find it in all the right places. He was the most silent, pensive, and mysterious man anyone had ever met. Sixteen people worked in his home, and only one of them, the butler, had spoken directly to him. Mr. Daniel Arsden was his name, and few knew it, however, many benefited from it. Daniel was a no nonsense type of man, one who few people had seen face to face, and he wanted to keep it that way. His undercover law dealings were the source of his happiness for so long, but he was ready for something different. What happens when someone enters his life, and changes it completely, tossing both of them into a situation they had never predicted being in? One home, one project brought two very different people together in a situation they had no control over. And now, it was simply a game of Mystery and Restraint.

He sits her on his lap, rests his hand on her full hip, and looks down at her, "Why are you mad at me?" When she starts talking, he isn't listening to a thing she's saying. He doesn't mean to be rude but, he's just looking at her, admiring her. Admiring her big brown eyes that were filled with irritation. Admiring her dark brown curls in a messy bun, that shook when she moved her head as she spoke, emphasizing her frustration. Admiring her little hands that are currently balled up into fists. "God, you're so fucking pretty."

"Evangeline," He exhaled tightly, a thick vein bulging in his forehead as he shut his eyes tight, brushing his lips against her bare shoulder, his hold on his gun tightening as he held it in the arm he had wrapped around her torso. "Though this is fucking New Orleans, it will not be the police business, thieves or killers, or even dealers of dark magic, but you, who will be the death of me." ༄ 𝘼 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙤𝙛 𝙋𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙚. 1927. When the twenty-four year old Princess of Maldonia and a practicing witch, Evangeline Hamilton's, life is endangered upon the murder of her father, the elder Queen of Maldonia arranges for her sister to be sent to New Orleans for her safety where the Princess finds herself sentenced to living in secret. The New Orleans Police Department is charged to primarily guard the life of the Maldonian royal while protecting her identity, but things get personal when Evangeline comes across the adamant, stoic, infuriatingly closed off presence of Theodore Stanhope, the Chief of Police of the NOPD, who has dark secrets of his own. Further, when Evange stumbles upon an old empty antique journal, her spiritual life takes a turn for the worse when strange and horrifying occurences begin around her, opening connections with her father's murder and the darkness surrounding the closed off and intimidating Theo Stanhope, and that cursed journal. *[Disney's The Princess and the Frog AU, mature read; violence, eventual smut, horror, gore, slowburn romance, mental health. 18+ only please.]

I watched as he walks closer to me making take a step back, his green eyes has darken and filled with rage I continue to step back but was soon stopped by the wall I started to tremble in fear. " Wanna say that again love?" He says towering over me, I couldn't speak I opened my mouth but nothing came out he was going to hurt me " Love.. I don't like to repeat myself I'm not a very patient man but if you don't give me an answer there is going to be blood on this floor and it's not going to be mine" he says calmly I couldn't hold back tears no more "You can't just come and own me like some piece of property!" I sobbed looking everywhere else but him I spoke up again " I'm not yours and never will be-" I was cut of by a hand gripping around my neck lifting me off the ground my hands immediately started trying to pull off his hand around my neck, but he didn't budge. " who said you had a choice" he says looking deep into my eyes, I slowly felt my throat closing up I tried harder to get his hand away but he was too strong I started to get less and less air "I'm going to say this once so listen close" my lungs start to burn as he leans in my ear " you're mine and mine only " He says before dropping me onto the ground I fell on my knees breathing greedily for air..... Alani Jones has a terrible past that is wanted to keep in the dark but that doesn't last when she finds out that her best friend's brother, has his eye on her, weather she likes it or not she is his and no one can tell him different.