"Mom I have told you so many times I don't want to get married," I said to my dear mother, who has not stopped ranting at me. "How long do you want to be an unmarried man? Look at all your friends. Skyler, Zanvil, and now even Skyler have girlfriends, and here you are solving criminal cases. When will you solve your life's case?" My mother taunted me sternly. I pressed my lips in a thin line. "I want to see you happy." She was pissed because I didn't go on a blind date on a Friday. "Mom, I'm happy. I don't want to do blind dates, and I don't ever want to get married. It's not for me," I said sternly, not wanting to take this topic any further. "Then when will I get to see my grandchild?" she said, sounding agitated. If she wanted a grandchild this desperately, then she should not have stopped me from having a surrogate. Only because of her I even gave it a try for surrogacy. "Probably never," I said, cutting the call before she started to do waterworks. "Mom, give me a break," I said in annoyance, and I grabbed my cell phone. I slid up the green button to tell her for the final time. "Hello, am I speaking to Mr. Michele Roberts?" a famine voice said from the other side. I composed myself before opening my mouth. "Yes, you are," I said in a firm tone while still massaging my forehead. I need to take medicine for it. "Sir, I have called you to invite you to the anniversary ceremony of Happy Life Fertility Hospital," she said in her receptionist tone. My brows furrowed when she said that. mouth was sealed when she continued. "We tried to call your wife, but we couldn't reach her. Please bring your four-year-old son too. We are going to do a small celebration because he is our thousandth successful IVF child," she said, sounding happy before cutting the call. The ground beneath my legs was snatched away. I just couldn't believe my ears. What the fuck? I have a wife and a four-year-old son.

(18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT) "Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appear unafflicted. "Only the wrong ones." That was definitely drunken me talking, as I didn't usually have that much confidence. His lips twitched up into a smirk, expressing that he understood my comment. "Does that mean that I'm in that category?" My palms began to grow sweaty and my heart rate picked up, but otherwise my body remained relaxed, appearing completely fine. It similar to when you're on autopilot, completely withdrawn due to intoxication. "I suppose not," I crossed my arms, putting on this seductive persona just for him. This fueled his smirk, about to murmur another comment before I cut him off. "You'll have to show me, though." *** Amelia Hollis was a 23-year-old writer at one of the local publishing companies, assisting a very handsome man and writing articles left and right. Her and her best friend, Aviary, lived together in a cute little apartment off the central part of the city, yearning to create new memories and important moments. Amelia always lived for the moments, taking in every little detail and savoring it like it was her favorite meal. She was an optimist, hoping to change peoples lives with her dreams. James Vallette was a 34-year-old CEO, building his company from dirt with the help of his brother. He was a realist, not really having time to deal with dreams or even love. He knew this the night he laid eyes on Amelia. It was only casual; what harm could a one-night stand do? Oh yeah, he's her dad's boss.

"He married her to punish her... not to love her." She was innocent - the daughter of the man who ruined his life. He was everything her father feared: powerful, vengeful, and morally grey. Trapped in a forced marriage, she thought she'd find a way to melt the monster behind his eyes. But he had no heart to give... only cold rage and secrets darker than the night. She wanted love. He wanted revenge. But sometimes, when fire meets innocence - the real war begins behind closed doors. A dark romance of obsession, trauma, and twisted fate. 18+ | Trigger Warnings: Toxic Relationships, Violence, Forced Marriage! Ur writer -- Anvi writes___

Erika Lovet is used to being in the background, always in her sister's shadow. Since she was a child, her parents have always doted on Alice, have always wanted the best for her, while Erika, the other child, is always thought of second, but still expected to be like her sister. So, it's a surprise to everyone when the dashing Prince asks for Erika, and not her sister. Who knew that the only person to notice Erika first, just happens to be the one that every other girl in the land desires?

Fanfiction based on the History Channels Hatfields and McCoys. [Book is a rough draft - needs heavy editing] Chyna is a young ex-slave girl, she had been property of the McCoy's but now that the Civil war has ended she is free to go. After another night of Tolbert and Calvin McCoy taking her forcefully in the night, Chyna flees from the McCoy boys, they chase her across the river, to Ellison and his son Cotton. Confederate as they are, neither can turn a cold heart to the beaten ebony girl as the McCoy boys send their hunting dogs across the river after her. Elisson runs the Boys off and takes Chyna back to his families land. Chyna is made to take care and keep watch over Cotton while Ellison is away, and she is happy to do so, as she is grateful to both. but in this time, she catches the eye of William 'Cap' Hatfield and against their better judgement, they will follow their hearts in the middle of a war.

Here's a list of my favorite BWWM themed books that I recommend to you.

In all of my 23 years of life, nothing as dangerous, as stupid, as foolish.... Nothing as tempting as this had ever overcome me. Dipping the dirty dishes into the sink and scraping off the leftovers, i gripped the edge of the sink tightly, forcing my heart to slow down. Mr Anderson is my boss, he is married. He is a white man. And yet he had the power to stop my heart, as much as he can make it race. "Tara...," that deep smooth voice rang in my ears as he walked into the kitchen. "Yes, Mr Anderson?", i reluctantly turned around, making sure to keep my eyes on the ground, as i was supposed to. "How may i be of help, sir?", i asked, keeping my voice low. "I just need a glass of water, is all...I'll get it myself-", he said as he started approaching the cabinet. "Oh, no, no", i rushed to stop him as i knew that it would get me into trouble, if Mrs Anderson saw him serving himself. Clearing my throat and smoothing my hands out over my apron, "I can do that for you, sir", i told him. Stepping over to the cabinet, i took out a glass and set it on the counter, before moving to fetch the water pitcher. I let out a small breath of air, mixed with gut wrenching fear and shock when i felt two large hands settle on my hips, stopping me. "... Mr Anderson, sir..", I began to say quietly, but i quickly shut my mouth when i felt the hands encircle my waist and pull me against his body. Oh my good Lord.....

An autistic girl sheltered her whole life gets a taste of danger once she meets a thug named Santiago Perez. ​Santiago "Ghost" Perez set his eyes on Zari one time and has never left her alone since "Checkin' your location, I'm wishin' I was close to you I left my heart on the West End, I can't wait to get home to you"