"𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 , 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘"

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

Widening the door I seen him holding another bag, with flowers in his hand and a blunt behind his ear "really? More peace offerings?" "Ain't none wrong in that" I thanked him for it as I was raised with manners I placed the flowers on the counter alongside the bag not bothered to look inside and see what he got. "That's how you gon do me?" He asked pointing at the flowers on the counter. "I mean flowers really not cutting anything right now" I shrugged. "It better cause I came here to apologise" he walked over and stood in front of me with his tall ass self. "Mhm" I hummed ready to hear what he has to say. "Real shit though. I know I ain't really been on my shit cause I got other shit I'm dealing with so Ion really wanna put that onto you cause you'n deserve none of that. So I told you Ion wanna rush it so I don't become the man that don't treat you good" at this point he put his hand in mine and used his thumb to rub the back of my hand in circular motions. "So I wanna apologise for allat cause I ain't really tell you what's going on but Ion really wanna wait for that date no more". There was just some in his eyes that was getting me especially with his head being slightly tilted not even thinking of trying to break eye contact with me. "So what does that mean?"

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

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Kalani's mom kicked her out due to her getting bad grades and send her to newyork with her grandma and she mets... Read to find out more 😮‍💨

Cameron Adair had lived the past almost two years of his life being a cam model after his father sent him to college and lowered his allowance significantly. He and his two best friends had come up with the idea after struggling for a few weeks to manage having a lower amount of money to work with. They all agreed they'd all make accounts and do it, and they'd all keep their identities hidden using masks. It had worked out well for three years, however when Cameron gets a really big tip during one of his shows, in his haste to say thank you he manages to pull off his mask. He was quick to correct the mistake, and it didn't seem like anyone had noticed... but he couldn't shake the feeling someone had seen him. Copyright © 2022 by Prince Anonomous (Alexander) All rights reserved.

✔️ | What happens if you fall for a man after only a few dates? And what do you do when he disappears from your life after an amazing night of sex? Two years of loving a man I never thought I'd see again and two years since he's walked out of my life without a word. The question is, what do you do when the man himself shows up at your work, acting like nothing ever happened? Do I give the man my heart and risk him walking out of my life again, or do I find someone who's going to love me unconditionally? But most importantly, is he ready to take on the responsibility of being my Daddy? ------ This is a DDLB book. This takes place after I love you, Master Sawyer but can be read as a stand-alone. This book contains mature themes and may not be suitable for everyone. This will contain aspects of BDSM. If there are any trigger warnings needed, they will be posted at the beginning of the chapter. ------ Published February 2023 Completed October 2023 #1 - BDSM #1 - man #2 - lgbtfiction #3 - lgbtlove #4 - daddydom #6 - gay #10 - bxb #12 - manxman

Killian King; cold, distant, dominant, and possessive over what's his is top dog at school and known as the bad boy, so what happens when Finnick Green, the nerdy shy and socially awkward boy, trips into his life and creates an uproar that leaves his alpha wolf trembling.

"Baba why don't du like wain?" I look at Beatrice her tiny hand in mine as we stand on the porch. The sound of the thunder in the distance and the gentle rain drops remind me of the dark days. The way my father would beat me, all the times I would stare outside my window watching the rain drops slide down the window pane, hoping the rain will stop so I can run from that horrid place, the way I would promise I would be better for my boys, for my wife, for my mafia, for me. So I ignore it, I pretend that everytime it rains, I'm fine and it's just another day but the truth is. I never got better, not really. Sure I'm happy but not healed. "Why do you want to know honeybee?" I ask trying to ignore the throbbing pain in my chest. "Cause you wook sad, I won't want du to be sad." I pick her up putting her on my side as she holds out the palm of her hand. Gentle rain drops falling. "Cause my dearest honeybee. Rain is sad and gloomy. No one likes rain." She looks at me her eyebrows furrowed. "But wain is nice." Why does this young girl like rain so much? Most kids are sad and whiney when it rains. Complaining about how they can't play outside but she loves rain, loves to play in it, loves to talk about it. What is her deal? "Well why do you like rain?" She looks at me a bright smile on her lips. "I wike the wain. Cause when it wains you tan look for rainbows and it's even better when it's dark tause du can look for stars." I watch as the golden sun peaks out from behind the dark grey storm clouds, bright golden rays shinning on her face. Small giggles coming from her. "And da prettiest tings are found in da dark." ~~~ (AN:) This is based in a Mafia run soceity. The levels of government are: World Leaders. Mafia. Higher class jobs. (Such as Doctors, Lawyers, Police force, etc) Then everyone else, the commners. Just a little note so you aren't completly lost.