Queen Charlotte did not believe in coincidence. She believed in design. From her throne, she observed the ballroom as a general might survey a battlefield-every movement calculated, every whisper a weapon, every marriage a maneuver. The ton believed themselves clever, believed love and scandal ruled the Season. They were wrong. Power did. That was why she had summoned her niece from across the sea. Princess Amara Charlotte Obeng stood now at the far end of the hall, her presence subtle yet unmistakable, like the hush before a storm. She wore no diamonds yet-only gold worked delicately against her dark skin, an echo of her homeland. Her posture was flawless, her expression serene, but Queen Charlotte knew better. Amara was brilliant. Observant. Dangerous. And across the room stood a man who had no idea his life was about to be dismantled. Anthony Bridgerton, Viscount Bridgerton, pillar of English nobility, champion of duty, enemy of love. Perfect. The Queen's lips curved, ever so slightly. Let the game begin

I hear Timothy huff. "Come back to the house voluntarily and I'll go easy on you for your punishment." He sounds bored. I guess he's not enjoying running after me anymore. Still I ignore him and continue to walk forward. My walk is more like a drunken wobble now. Everything hurts. I get a few feet further before he pulls me back by my hair. "Stop being stubborn." It feels like he's trying to pull my hair from my scalp. I scream and scratch at his hands. "Let me go!" "You like it when I chase after you. Huh, Rose." He's breathing hard. Oh my god. This is really how I'm going to die. He pushes me onto the ground then grabs my leg. I grab and claw at the ground as he starts to drag me back towards the house. Stones, roots and dirt rub against my body scratching me. I can't continue to be dragged like this. We are at least three miles away from his house. "Let me up, I can walk!" I can barely recognize my own voice. It's so raw. He continues to drag me for a little while longer before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. My body hangs from his limp. When we arrive at the house he takes me straight to his bedroom. He tosses me on the bed like I'm a pillow making my head bang against the headboard. I grab my head and cover my face. "Strip." He breaks the silence. This is darker than Mia.

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.

𝗥𝗛𝗘𝗔 𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗘 was raised to be a shadow. Sit straight, smile when you're spoken to, don't make people repeat themselves and don't you dare draw attention and learn to be grateful they let the deaf daughter stay in the room at all. In Northvalle, perfection is currency. Her sister, Alina, is priceless. Rhea is the problem they keep just out of frame.. .. She's had her eyes on 𝗘𝗭𝗥𝗔 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗢𝗩 longer than she'll ever admit. The city's quiet threat. Fixer, the man you call when you're out of options and ready to sell whatever's left of your soul. He doesn't play about what's tied to his name. He doesn't repeat himself and when you keep him waiting too long, he collects more than debt. He's invited into the Lore empire for one reason.. Alina. A marriage on paper. An alliance at the table. Lore influence for Markov protection. Breaking that kind of deal would cost more than money and everyone at that table knows it. Ezra knows what's at stake. But the wrong girl keeps catching his eye... the daughter who was never part of the offer, the one who moves like she's been taught her whole life not to be seen. He should keep his distance. Instead, he starts to toy with the line.. a glance held too long, a touch he has no business giving, secrets in dark corners that would ruin her if anyone ever found out. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. "We shouldn't be doing this..." "Then stop trembling every time I breathe your name, Malyshka." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋆ 𐙚 ̊. • 𝘼 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙈𝘼𝙁𝙄𝘼 𝙍𝙊𝙈𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Mature| 18+ Copyright ©️𝗐𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗆 2025 All rights reserved.

He thought he knew who he was. He thought he knew his place. Then she walked in. Now, everything he was raised to believe is cracking, and he's the one breaking. (18+) ~Content Warning~ This story contains mature themes, including intimate scenes, strong language, and explores sensitive social issues. These elements are included to tell an honest story and do not reflect the author's personal views. Reader discretion is advised.

The sequel to Obsession, by N. J. Caine Bethany Scott thought she was finally finding her footing-in love, in career, in confidence. But when a single choice sets off a chain reaction of betrayal and public scrutiny, everything she's worked for begins to unravel. The whispers start at work. The headlines follow. And at the center of it all is a woman determined to destroy her. As the storm closes in, Bethany finds herself questioning who she can trust-even the man who swore to protect her heart. Logan Chase is used to being in control, but loving Bethany means facing truths he's kept buried... and standing his ground when it matters most. But some wounds go deeper than love can reach. And some secrets won't stay hidden forever. Updates Every Sunday

Patience Miller: 28 year old C.E.O Plump lips, skin blacker than gold, curves and edges of a goddesses, and the seductiveness of a demoness. No wonder she was called a posion to men Patience is what people would call a cold heartless bitch. She is well known in the business world for her smarts and witty skills earning her tons of fame. But she wasn't just known for her cold personality but also for her ways of sleeping around constantly. Logan Davids: 26 year old Janitor Logan is also well known but not in the same way as Patience. Because of his caring and friendly personality he is loved by everyone around him. He's a good role model for kids and what parent's would want their daughter's to marry. But even with tons of attention from women he only has eyes for his girlfriend. But everyone is surprised that someone as friendly as logan could work under someone as cold as Ms. Miller. So how can two people with two different personalities and life styles get interlocked in each other? And how can one night affect both of their future's? ~~~~~~~~~~ My body was pressed firmly against the woman's in front of me. I couldn't take my eyes off of the ones staring back at me. I held her thin waist securely in my arms in an attempt to keep her from falling exposing me to all the curves that marbled her beautiful body. Even under the tight fitting dress every dimple and curve could be felt perfectly aligning the dress, filling it up in just the right places. Her smell engulfed me in a warm embrace leaving me feeling intoxicated. For a minute my eyes tore from the piercing gaze of hers and settled on her lips that were coated in bright red lipstick that popped against her dark skin. Her lips were both plump and inviting forming the perfect shape of a heart, it left my mind wondering if they were just as soft as they looked. Seeing her from afar on that day, I knew she was beautiful but now holding her so close to me she was almost breathtaking.

Katiya is the Familia's blade - forged in blood, fire, and discipline. A Black woman raised within the brutal hierarchy of an Italian mafia dynasty, she's clawed her way to power as the head enforcer, feared and respected by killers twice her age. She doesn't flinch. She doesn't falter. But when she's denied the title of underboss solely for being a woman - and then ordered to train the golden boy who abandoned the family - everything she's bled for is threatened. Románo Valinceó returns home after a decade as a mercenary, colder and deadlier than the boy who once followed Katiya like a shadow. But he didn't come back for power. He came back for her. Their connection is fire and gunpowder - dangerous, magnetic, impossible to ignore. As the old guard tries to force Románo into a marriage to preserve tradition, and Katiya faces betrayal from within, the two are caught between desire and duty, loyalty and lust. He would burn the world to worship her. She would rule it - if they let her. But in a world where bloodlines matter more than blood spilled, how far will they go to carve out a kingdom of their own? ANOTHA ONE anyways second book out here don't bite my book and yeah enjoy

Evangeline never planned on falling in love with a man like Rome Carter, powerful, guarded, and haunted by a past the world refuses to forget. What begins as a slow, intoxicating romance quickly collides with secrets, legacy, and the kind of love that demands sacrifice. Just when he finally believes he's built something pure with Evangeline, his past resurfaces in the most devastating way, threatening everything they've fought for. Caught between desire and fear, Evangeline must decide how much heartbreak she's willing to endure for a man who promises forever... but comes with storms attached. Because loving Rome means understanding one brutal truth: "You will have my name one day, but before that, I will protect you from everything I couldn't protect myself from." #1 in Dominance #11 in Young Adult #1 in General

He didn't ask to claim her. She didn't ask to be owned. But fate doesn't care, and neither does lust. Adora was never meant to be part of the supernatural world. But the night her skin is branded with a glowing crescent moon, everything changes. She's thrust into a world of power, primal urges, and one ruthless Alpha who swears she's his... in every filthy, possessive way that matters. Kael Draven is not gentle. Not kind. He's dominant. Dangerous. And completely obsessed with the curvy, sharp mouthed human who dares to defy him at every turn. She says she hates him. But her body? Her scent? Her moans when he touches her? They tell a very different story. ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE AND MATURE THEMES. ------ IF THIS IS NOT FOR YOU FEEL FREE TO LEAVE. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED🔞. ------ The ONLY version of this book is available ONLY on WATTPAD! IF seen anywhere else, PLEASE report it. ------