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"And, yeah, my type, I like 'em brown Just like my drink, the fuck you think?" soraya was a pretty girl trying to figure out her life and raise her siblings, moving them to a new state was a big step. ricardo ran the city, and there's only 2 things he never played about. 1. his money 2. la familia but as soon as he saw her, he knew there'd be one more thing. #1 in hispanicman #4 in blacklead #2 in hmbw #3 in hispanic #1 in interraciallovestory

read. tags. ! a story of a student and a soccer player who were once close drifted apart over time, only to reconnect and somehow catch feelings for each other during a life changing trip to paradise.

"𝙊𝙤𝙝, 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄'𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" LAMINE YAMAL X BLACK FEM!OC SOCIAL MEDIA X REAL LIFE stackedblunts, 2025

"𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚" LAMINE YAMAL X BLACK FEM

Sage's first day at a new job could be described as nothing, but interesting. It wasn't the job. Wasn't even the manager. It was him.

BLACK WOMEN MC DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit content and mature themes intended for readers aged 18 and over. It is not a traditional romance, but rather a deeply complex and dark exploration of a toxic relationship. The characters' dynamics involve intense emotional manipulation, power struggles, and actions that may be triggering to some readers. Please be advised that this story delves into themes that are explicit, emotionally charged, and may not be suitable for all audiences. Proceed with caution. "Tell me again how you don't want me," he whispers, dragging his lips down her neck. "Say it under oath, and I might even believe you." Jasmine Taylor doesn't lose. Not in the courtroom, not in life. At just twenty-six, she's built an ironclad reputation: fierce, brilliant, and unshakably professional. But when she's assigned the biggest case of her career-defending Dimitri Alekseev, a dangerously alluring Russian immigrant accused of murder-her world begins to crack. Dimitri isn't just a suspect. He's a problem. Tall, tattooed, and terrifyingly unreadable, with ties to a powerful family the law doesn't dare touch. The evidence against him is overwhelming. The press wants him buried. And deep down, Jasmine suspects the whispers are true. But the more time she spends with him, the harder it becomes to separate fact from instinct. Because beneath his cold exterior is something intoxicating. Calculated charm. Raw heat. And secrets whispered in the dark. As the trial barrels forward, Jasmine finds herself pulled into his world-one filled with shadows, blood ties, and undeniable temptation. The closer she gets to the truth, the more she risks not just her career, but her safety... and her soul. What happens when the woman who always plays by the rules falls for the man who was born to break them?

Kaiden enters prison still emotional, loud, and full of life. Saint had already become hardened by years behind bars after being incarcerated at fourteen for protecting his little sister from abuse. Together, they slowly learn that even in a cold, violent environment, love, vulnerability, and trust can still exist. Even hearts surrounded by concrete can still feel something.

Nia never got into any trouble, she never hung around the wrong crowd. All she did was focus on school and her future. Until Caine came into her life and made it better in more ways than she ever knew she needed. This is a love story! And don't be frightened by the length. The smut, tension and everything you can think of is THERE. You don't want to miss.

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."