𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚. When she agrees to tutor the university's star basketball player for forty dollars an hour, she's only thinking about one thing-the money. What she doesn't expect is Kenji Nakamura: 6'5" of tattoos, silence, and ego wrapped in a designer hoodie. He's used to girls falling at his feet. She charges him a late fee. He wants her number. She Venmo requests him instead. He's never had to work for anyone's attention. She's never had time to give it. Kenji doesn't do feelings. He does highlights, endorsements, and whatever it takes to make it to the NBA. But Destiny Morrison-with her sharp tongue, her bonnets, and her complete lack of interest in his fame-is the first person who's ever looked at him and seen just... a guy. And that terrifies him. Because for the first time in his life, Kenji Nakamura is falling first. And falling 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠.

When a suburban Black girl meets a hard life Hispanic boy.

Malika Danai is pressure. Friendly, social, and loved by all, Malika thrives in college and is often seen as a mirage - seemingly real and attainable but disappears when approached. She's a party girl to the core. Loves to drink, flirt, and explore with her best friends, Ayana and Isabella. Her beauty is undeniable. With curly black hair cascading over her shoulders and golden-brown skin that glows no matter where she's at, Malika's presence is impossible to ignore. Her dark brown eyes often sparks with mischief, and her full two-toned lips often curves into teasing grins that hints at secrets she rarely shares. Malika excels at a lot of things but she was never the study type. She prayed the night before exams and hoped that her grades would at least give her a passing score and somehow, that always worked. Until now... Her grades are barely holding on- good enough to pass, but not good enough for a sorority like the Alpha Kappa Alpha (AKA). She wants to join. No she needs to. It's the only way she can prove to her mother that she's worth it. And she'll do whatever it takes. Even if it means casting her pride aside to get help from the boy who loathes her existence. Meanwhile... Theo Sinclair is a weapon. An academic weapon that nobody can beat. Coming from an old money family where the expectations and bars are set high, Theo surpasses them all and is often pushed towards greatness by his family. Yet he has a big flaw: boredom. Because of his uncaring attitude towards everything and everyone around him, Theo is often alone. Deliberately avoiding attention and validation from peers; he thrives in the silence and rhythm of his own scheduled routines. He has only one rule; 'Never let myself feel things I can't control.' To him, parties are ratchet and vile. An enigma vastly contrasting his reverence for solitude, silence, and carefully ordered thoughts. So when he's pushed into an unwanted arrangement, he resents the intrusion because slowly, his rule...

Caleb Grimaldi is addicted to porn. What started as escape has become a compulsive cycle he can't break. In front of the world, he's the golden arm of BBU baseball and the undisputed frat king of Delta Sigma, but behind closed doors, he's unraveling. Until she shows up. Brianna Pruitt is perfection incarnate-perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect outfits. She never lets anyone see her without armor. Ever. A last-minute housing error throws her into her worst nightmare: living in the Delta Sig fraternity house, surrounded by baseball players. And worst of all-Caleb Grimaldi, the dangerously magnetic pitcher across the hall. Brianna was never supposed to see him this close. And Caleb was never supposed to feel seen at all. But Brianna isn't the only girl tied to Caleb's life. Ayla Hurst has been woven into Caleb's world for as long as either of them can remember. Their bond is intense, complicated, and built on years of shared secrets no one else knows. One girl represents his past. One girl threatens his future. As Caleb's addiction tightens its grip and the lines between desire, intimacy, and escape blur, he's forced to confront a question he's avoiding: Will he choose the girl who's always been there... or the girl who sees right through him? ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎ ⚾︎

❝ crossing an invisible line is never as simple as stepping back.❞ [original story] [book one of the kingsley U series] [18+] [REWRITTEN]

"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included!*

Nia Hart is used to living quietly, slipping in and out of rooms without being noticed, keeping her world small, controlled and safe. Aidan Collins is the opposite, loud laughter, bright energy, the kind of man who fills every space he walks into. She's an introvert with a laser‑focused career. He's an extrovert with a reputation that follows him everywhere. In private, they're soft. In public, they're a headline. He has golden‑boy charm and easy laughter. She has quiet ambition and careful boundaries. He pulls people in. She keeps them at arm's length. And when the world discovers them, the contrast becomes impossible to ignore: he shines in the spotlight, she hides from it. To stay together, they'll have to learn how to meet in the middle, and build a love that survives both the noise and the silence. Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the images used both on the cover and throughout the story.

Honours psychology student Layla Mitchell has above-average grades and a slightly-below-average sex life. When she enrolls in a senior course taught by the young, dark and mysterious Dr. Kayden Hall, she finds herself uncharacteristically intrigued by his research into sexual deviance. As Layla's academic fascination extends into the bedroom, her erotic discoveries begin to reveal more about the complex man she's experimenting with. Her inner psychologist is determined to figure him out but he isn't going to let her into his psyche that easily. A not-so-cliché BDSM Romance by Ami. Mature content and lots of steam.

sʜᴇ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ. ɴᴏᴡ sʜᴇ's ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢʟʏ ʜᴇʟᴘᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ.

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.