Another envelope sits on the floor in front of my door, obviously slipped under while I was sleeping. Someone has been watching me. I bend down and pick it up, tearing through the top flap with clammy palms. A note. 'It's yours, little lady.' And a photograph. Of a gloved hand covered in splatters of white fluid, seeping into the heavy fabric, dripping from his fingers. Is that his cu-?! - - - fdomReader x msubkonig grumpyreader x sunshinekonig scaredasfreader x stalkerkonig smut + triggers ahead, read at ur own discretion. idk how I'm going to write this dynamic, but it's been boiling in my head for a while.

Rythm Embersyn Luxx learned survival long before she learned trust. Tried as an adult at fifteen and shaped by years behind prison walls, she emerges into a world that feels just as dangerous as the one she left behind. Haunted by trauma and guarded to the core, Rythm keeps her distance from anything that resembles intimacy. With the help of Harlem, the one person who never abandoned her, Rythm is introduced to a new circle-one that challenges everything she believes about love, safety, and belonging. Drawn into the orbit of Essex Hakeem West and Invia Siraj Torrence, a couple whose bond defies convention, Rythm finds herself tempted by connection even as her past threatens to pull her under. As emotions deepen and boundaries blur, Rythm must confront the parts of herself she's spent a lifetime protecting. When an unexpected presence enters the mix, desires intensify, loyalties are tested, and the fragile balance holding them together begins to shift. Navigating love, identity, and healing in a world that offers no easy answers, Rythm must decide whether she's willing to risk her hard-won independence for something she's never truly known-a place to belong.

Zora Monet Laguerre. She's like a walking Barbie doll. Her hair and nails are always done. Her outfits are always in season with the perfect designer shoes and bag to match. She's perfect. Everything about her from head to toe is just, well- perfect. And working in the beauty industry, she doesn't have much room to be anything but, so perfect is what she forever strives to be. Rebecca "Ritchie" Diaz. She's the complete opposite of Zora. She thinks perfect is absolutely boring. And as a music producer/song writer, boring goes against everything she stands for. So naturally, she's not a huge fan of Zora's very posh, and at times a bit snobby, attitude. And Zora feels as though Ritchie is too care free and has no sort of structure to her seemingly very chaotic and always on the go lifestyle. And in the beginning they clash- a lot. But as cliché as it sounds, sometimes opposites do in fact attract, and sometimes... they don't. Started: January 9, 2022 Completed: July 7, 2022

"I made the decision to cheat on my wife because I liked the way you made me feel vulnerable and comfortable enough to open up to you the night before it happened. I ain't never did shit like that before and that's what made it easy for me to choose to risk everything I got for you." "That shit probably not a big deal to you but a nigga like me ain't never opened up to nobody but my best friend-and still..that's rare. I hate even talking about her with you but I don't even feel comfortable talking to Ariana about my feelings 'cause I know she gon' judge me. You don't make me feel like that."

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

Bella Moore has spent her life running away from hockey. Growing up in a family obsessed with the sport, she watched her father, coach of the Boston Bruins, devote himself entirely to her brother Antony's career, while she disappeared into the background. Now 26, she is a therapist who helps teenagers overcome addiction. All she wants is a quie and simple life far away from hockey. Lucas Moreau is everything Bella is not. He is the NHL's most famous bad boy, a French Canadian enforcer for the Montreal Canadiens. Charismatic, arrogant, and unapologetically aggressive, Lucas loves to dominate, attract attention, and break hearts. When their worlds collide, the rivalry between Boston and Montreal isn't the only source of tension.

You, Katrina Sparks, are a paramedic. Your cool demeanor, accurate assessments and unorthodox treatments catch Robby's attention first then Jack's. It doesn't hurt that you're stunning. But they can't be distracted by you when they have been not so patiently waiting for their third soulmate. The name that's been scrawled across Robby's ribs and Jack's thigh forever. But damn are you tempting. This fic depicts a three-way soulmate bond between two males and one female. If this will bother you do not read. This story features a named reader. You are still you, you just have the name I gave you. I do not even pretend this is close to medically accurate. complete at 60k

"NOW I WONDER, COULD YOU FALL FOR A WOMAN LIKE ME?" In which Suge Knight hires Rosalie Jenkins to dig up information and dirt on Bad Boy Records and the only way to do that is to get signed to them. WOMAN LIKE ME OLDSCHOOLQUEEN STARTED | 5/22/19 ENDED | UNKNOWN

"Pac leaves a soft kiss on the hickey he left behind and moves back, his eyes were blown out with lust, locking eyes with one another, he moves in for another kiss, which Cheyenne allows. She may not remember a thing in the morning, and maybe he won't either, due to the weed and alcohol. But at this moment, all Cheyenne needs is him close to her." Or Cheyenne Desir, 19, is in desperate needs of a job, until her friend tells her about the new club "Sin City". Scoring a job at the club, she meets the arrogant Tupac Shakur, as time goes on the two start to fall for one another. Can they learn to trust one another despite their personal flaws? Are they willing to face their past again in order to be with each other? Find out in, "Welcome, to Sin City". © |Jjkyouna original Fanfic|