Amira Hart was never meant to be part of the story. Not the public one, anyway. But behind every polished legacy is the girl no one talks about-the one who was loved in secret, then left in silence. For two years, Amira and Brooks Whitmore IV lived in that silence. He was the President's son, raised for cameras and campaign trails. She was the woman he chose when no one was watching. Their worlds were never meant to meet. The cards were stacked long before they kissed in the dark. Now, two years later, a wedding invitation arrives. His name is on it. So is hers. Told in fragments and flashbacks, His Secret is a quiet storm of a love story-about memory, erasure, and the women history tries to forget.

Ethan is a Pastor and fire fighter Journee is a stripper and prostitute what does God have in store for these two This story is copy writen DO NOT STEAL I do not own none of the pictures or videos.

India Johnson thought she'd finally found her footing in New York-steady work, chosen family, and a relationship that felt powerful in all the right ways. But when an unexpected opportunity threatens to pull her in a different direction, she's forced to face a truth she's been ducking, realizing comfort can be just as dangerous as chaos. Behind the scenes, Alex Morelli is losing his grip. Old decisions refuse to stay buried, jealousy turns calculated, and the line between protection and possession starts to blur. As secrets surface and silence becomes currency, the people closest to India feel the pressure of a world they never asked to be pulled into. It's about control, consequences, and the moment you realize choosing yourself might cost you everything you thought you needed.

Naïve 21-year-old Solana Davis takes a nannying job for the daughter of Manhattan's most powerful man-Marco Pérez. -The pay is good. -The rules are strict. -And his dark past is still very much present. Can she handle it?

Ocean Allister is a twenty-seven-year-old from New Orleans. She moves to California with her close friends for a promising job offer, little did she know her boss would be one of the most desirable men in Los Angeles. Luciano Lombardi already carries the world on his shoulders. A heartbreak and betrayal left him to care for four other people apart from himself. He puts his family above everything, and what happens when a new addition to the business steers his head somewhere else. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ "I'm aware that I was being overbearing" he breaks the silence. "Mhm, it's fine" I keep my head against the window, ready to take off. "If it's fine... why won't you look at me?" He sighs. I know he is right. So I face him, he is closer than I thought. My nose almost brushes his in the motion. My stomach twists with butterflies and my fingers itch to do something. I remember our little kiss vividly, my lips felt tingly even after. His lips were like no others, soft and the perfect fit against mine. This time around I'm not the one initiating it. Luciano doesn't let a beat pass until he kisses me.

(UNDERGOING HUGE EDITING PROCESS. EDITED CHAPTERS ARE MARKED.) Love is patient and kind to it's beholders, the journey isn't as enduring though. Bought by a man she doesn't know, she soon finds solace and peace in a man who she is supposed to see as death walking. She isn't blind or brainwashed... it's not Stockholm syndrome, she just chooses to look over his imperfections and see the man he is. The man she wants and needs in her life. The man who gives her everything she can think of. That kind of man who makes a smile feel like an eternal promise. That kind of man is Alessio Bacardia. Her Accardi... The man who will make her his: 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚 ________ Read at own risk!! No warnings presented!! Zhen-Huan

*NOT EDITED* "You're mine to kiss," he murmured against my skin, his mouth moving to my neck, pressing soft, slow kisses there. "Mine to love." Roman's lips continued to trace lower, lingering along my cleavage longer than I anticipated. His kisses were slow, deliberate, leaving behind a warmth I couldn't ignore. I felt the pressure of his mouth against my skin, each soft touch making it harder to resist him. His lips pressed against my skin, and I felt him leave a mark, a hickey right at the curve of my breast. My breath hitched as he pulled away slightly to look at the mark he left, his eyes dark with desire. I could see the need in his eyes-the hunger for me, the desperation. "If I ever catch you with another man again, Solana." he said in a low voice, his words practically a warning, "I'll kill him." first story please be kind!! will be smut but not a lot.

When a woman leaves everything, she knows behind and starts a new live in a city she has only heard off, and where a man, known for his evil and dangerous ways, meets said woman, what will happen between these two? ~Dedication.~ "To all the readers who wants to be drenched in their own soil. This one's for you. ;)" "Uhm... Diabolo... Can you please-" I placed my finger under her chin, pulling her closer towards me. I swear she could feel my breath on her lips as I could feel hers. Her scent was driving me crazy. I wanted this woman; I needed this woman. Right now. I leaned in and kissed her on her beautiful, big, full lips. God, that lip combo of hers is about to get smeared. What was in her lip gloss? Her lips tasted like strawberry. It just made me want to taste her lips even more. Hello everyone. Long time no see. I finally continued this story that's been on hold for the longest time. To the people that speak Italian, I am sorry if some of sentences don't make sense. I used google translate so that's why. But most of the places I named, are in Italy. But yeah, I hope all of you have fun and enjoy my story. Impressive rankings: #1 IN bosswoman #1 IN italianman #2 IN interrelationship #4 IN blackwoman #4 IN mafia #6 IN bwwm

"He's staring at you," my sister whispered, wide-eyed. Now that I realised, I could feel someone's eyes burning the back of my head and as I turned around to see what my sister was talking about and my jaw immediately dropped whilst a cold shiver ran up my spine at the sight of the school's dangerous, certified bad boy. I shrugged nervously and turned around to face my sister. "Maybe he's just looking at what I'm wearing." The outfit was pretty cute, hands down. "But he never stares at anyone. He has only given them a cold stare that lasts for at least two-seconds." Oh hell no.

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.