"Listen, baby. I don't wanna hear anything from you except my name. No fighting. No talking shit. You're gonna take my dick like a good girl because of the fucking hell you've been putting me through." "And if I don't want to?" "The door's locked, not barricaded," he scoffed smugly. "But you've had so many chances to tell me to give up on you and you never really did. I don't think you wanna leave, do you?" There was still a hint of doubt in his question, so he tightened his grip on my neck to compensate for his fear. This only made me hornier. He was about to ruin me. "No, Mr. Craft, I don't wanna leave." "Then give me your mouth." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ In which a young professor is hired by the enigmatic Chancellor and founder of Craft University, who looks suspiciously young for his age. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This is a romance book with supernatural elements following Veronica Greene-Pierre and Sebastian Craft. It is Book 1 in The Craft Trilogy. Happy reading! xoxo. - Sami

Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?

Wake up. Chest pain. Eat breakfast. Shortness of breath. Go to work. Weakness. Bedtime. Fear of not waking up. Living with a heart condition was already bad enough. Living with a heart condition and not having the proper funds to cover it was the absolute worst thing that could occur in a persons life. And sadly that was happening to 23 year old, Azara Pierce. She tried everything to get her life right, and yet she managed to be wronged every time. Every option she came up with disappointed her and caused helplessness and frustration. Ready to call it quits, a solution to all her problems turns up at her forefront. Though consider outrageous to others, it was possible and necessary for Azara. She typically avoided everything political and conservative, putting on a facade to get benefits seemed like the only way to get things done her way. But what happens when benefits aren't the only hopes she ends up receiving in the long run? Started: August 7, 2024 Ended: TBD

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT!! A story in which a woman is married off to a war general who leaves for a five year war. When he comes back he is nothing like the man she met all those years ago. Unedited

"You are here for one purpose, and that purpose is your womb, you'll bear me many children." "Understood husband."

Meet Kennedy, a young woman whose hard work through college has finally paid off with her dream job. Little did she know, this job comes with incredible perks, some of which were never mentioned in the contract. This book does not end on a cliffhanger and is HEA. 6 chili peppers 🌶️ 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ This is an unedited First Draft! Completed 10/11/2023 -under editing

After her step-father's death, Sage Carter is forced to return back to her home town- and into the cold halls of Ambrosia Academy. A school where privilege hides rot and her past still haunts her. Especially, Nikolai Parker. Now darker, crueller and obsessed with breaking what's left of her. But Sage didn't survive this long to shatter quietly. Not this time. -°. 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘-𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 .°- 𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅. ~ 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔 ~

ʙᴀʙʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ▁ They resembled a masterpiece brought to life. Each brushstroke of their personalities unique, yet harmonizing seamlessly in a captivating rhythm. Intrigued beyond restraint, Aurelia's curiosity unfurled like an insatiable muse, compelling her to unravel the enigma they embodied. The allure was irresistible-the duo who had become the campus's ceaseless discourse, the subjects of both admiration and speculation. ❝𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.❞ ❝𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲.❞ ▁ Cover by me DO NOT steal my story. All characters are fiction! Pictures included are not mine.

Mikhail Melnik was the top realtor in all of Texas. He loved what he did and excelled in every avenue with his older brother by his side. Matvei Melnik was significantly rough around the edges when compared to his angelic younger brother, but the varying strengths they brought to their Realty and Construction business made it the success it was. Matvei handled the building of the homes, while Mikhail handled the selling. They had a well oiled machine running and for years everything was status quo. The two had work figured out to a tee, but their love lives were in shambles. Mikhail was too much of a lover and gentleman for the women he encountered and Matvei was a hit it and quit type of man. Mikhail wanted more and Matvei took joy in easy and noncommittal flings. They got the shock of their lives when Alyssa Jacobs stormed into their office one afternoon angrier than all get out. Mikhail was enamored the moment their eyes met and he heard her very southern voice. Matvei immediately knew he'd hate her for the feelings she pulled out. Sometimes love doesn't look like how society tells you it should. Sometimes love has its own narrative that is unique, flawed but special nonetheless. However, regardless of how love looks you know it's good when it's hopelessly devoted.

"Such horrible manners, and in the presence of his greatness" I heard someone say. I was mad between being captures, threatened, drugged and manhandled I had about enough. "I don't give a fuck that I am in the presence of his greatness these guards are brutes" I yell. An eerie hush fell over the room as all the hair on my arms started to raise. "Bring it to me!" a deep calm voice commanded.