Jadie had lived a pathetic life where she never truly got to know happiness, her parents ignored her existence, her siblings hated her and her "friends" at school bullied her. So when she falls off the bridge into the cold water she doesn't even bother to swim up, she simply thinks.. 'Ah.. So this is how my life will end. How pathetic..' But it seems life has more in store for Jadie than she thought, when she wakes up and notices that she is in the world of her all time favorite novel 'A Roses Thorns' 'To get a second chance at life, maybe this time it can go better?' Is what she thinks until she notices just which character she reincarnated as.. Rosaline Vladenburg, the main villainess and the one who will get killed off by the end of the novel. Seems like life won't let Jadie get to have it easy just yet. . . Story and cover was made by me . Highest ranking #1 in blackgirl #1 in bwbm #1 in duke #3 fantasy-romance #5 in femaleprotagonist . Started: 2021/10/29 Completed: 2021/12/17

"He watched me. And I could feel it. The skin on my neck tingled and a staticky feeling ran down the length of my spine. I had never felt this way before." Fallon Everskies was searching for something. Answers, maybe, as to why the touch of others burned her. And why her parents constantly kept secrets from her. But most of all, and embarrassingly so, she was searching for love. "She was infuriating. I could smell her, feel her, and taste her even when she was miles away. It drove me insane, she drove me insane. Yet, I yearned for her touch, begged for her entire being. But I knew I couldn't have it." Lucius Dendron hadn't felt alive in years. There were more...obvious reasons as to why this was. But the main reason was plain and simple; he was lonely. Even if he himself didn't want to admit it.

Imani lived a normal peaceful life. But everything changed the day she accidentally ran into a mysterious man. Sylus keeps to himself and only talks to people when it's necessary. He rarely even steps outside, so how the fuck did he end up following Imani?

Gabrielle Thompson is a hard-working woman, a single ant in a large colony. Somehow she is noticed by her boss, owner and CEO of the world renowned Dragonoff Corporation. Vincent Dragonoff has had his eye on Gabrielle for a while now, but not entirely for the reasons she thinks. After agreeing to work closely with her absolutely dashing boss, she gets much more than she bargains for when she finds out that he is actually a vampire intent on acquiring her as his own. All the while, he struggles with remnants of his dark past. How will Gabrielle come to terms with being exposed to a world of the supernatural? Will Vincent let his inner struggles affect his chances of winning Gabrielle? (BWWM, corporate vampires) (For audiences 18+, sexually explicit content and strong language) Cover by: @loyallyric

" When I'm finished with you, your will to live will be to make me cum. I'm gonna ride your face and I expect you to swallow every drop like it's the last thing you'll ever taste. You will do that like a good boy for your mistress won't you?" They say opposites attract. Or do they??

Queen of Euritic was 15 years old when she became Queen after a terrible incident occurred with her father, King Kirk and her mother, Queen Rene that lead to her brother declaring war on her country. Now in her 20's, she is a successful Queen. Powerful in her name; a mystery it was. She lived in serenity as her civilization and risen to its golden stage. Until she received word of her brother's plans and most importantly, the Great Alexander. Alexander the Great of Macedonia wanted to conquer the world to make his mark in history. He conquered many cites in Eurasia, claiming the thrones as his own. Spreading education, freeing slaves and becoming the King of Kings. He was hungry for pursuing Macedonia's world domination. More so hungry of being loved and cherished in the world long enough for all cites to under one rule. But something or someone was interfering in his purpose. Queen of Euritic. He was going to take eliminate this threat. And she wasn't the one to back down. Let's see if they still feel hostile towards another when they meet in person. Romance: Involves Black Love and BWWM

I'm going to jerk off while I eat you, baby," Zae said before licking his lips. "And," Stefan said, low and firm, " you're going to jerk me off." I smiled shyly and nodded. Stefan adjusted the seat slightly. Once everyone was comfortable, I relaxed and released a deep breathe. "I'm getting thirsty again," Zae said, eyeing between my legs like a piece of fried chicken. "Then satisfy your thirst," I replied, adding a hint of seduction to my voice. ________________________________________ Ugly. Different. A freak. That's how nineteen year old Kaelani felt. Her home? A nightmare. Her aunt? Worse. And the world outside? Probably just as unkind. So she kept her head down, her heart guarded, and her hands busy-cleaning other people's messes for a living, while convincing herself no one would ever see her. Then they showed up. One charming, teasing, impossible to ignore. The other bold, confident, with a scar that makes her pulse quicken. And suddenly, Kaelani's carefully invisible world isn't so invisible anymore. Two men. One girl. Unspoken rules. Quiet obsession. And desire that waits... _______________________________________ Read at your own risk! Triggers inside!

Farai Jiro is a British 18 year old biology and psychology major, she's petty, arrogant and has a smart mouth. She just doesn't know when to stop. Roman, a 35 year old professor. He recently moved to Massachusetts with his brother and best friend, Chris. Chris is a playful, amusing guy. He's 36 years old but loves to act 15 years old, but when it's time to be professional and solemn he will fit into his professor act within seconds. *** DETAILED DESCRIPTION IN THE BOOK

She was a devoted wife. A brilliant doctor. A woman who believed she understood her own boundaries. Then her husband's secret gambling debt drags them into the orbit of the city's most feared mafia don-and nothing is hers anymore. Taken from their home in the dead of night, she's forced to save a man who lives on violence and power. He's ruthless, untouchable, and devastatingly magnetic. Every look lingers too long. Every accidental touch ignites something dangerous. Every low, controlled word chips away at her resolve. She tells herself she's loyal. Married. Moral. But obsession doesn't care about vows. Late-night treatments blur into intimate confessions. Professional distance erodes into stolen moments. What begins as duty becomes temptation, then craving-an ache she can't silence and a man she can't escape. In a world where trust is lethal and desire is a liability, surrendering could cost her everything she's built. Or it could be the only thing that makes her feel alive.

(Book #1 of Sinners of the Dark) He had a habit of dragging darkness just about everywhere he went. Darkness wrapped in Armani. His personality colder than a block of ice. She was loud, carefree and tainted around the edges. I played by the rules. I did what was asked of me. Until I met the one person that could destroy everything I had worked for. I hated him since our first encounter, and now I was forced to tolerate him. He was called gadyuka in Russia, but he was known as the Sin in the deep underground of New York. Handsome face filled with violence, commanding, gorgeous and deadly. A killer, a thief, a sociopath, and feared by all. A made man. He came dressed in all black. Gold cuff links. Tattoos burned into his skin. He had the ability to pin me to the ground with a single glare and made me feel things I didn't want to. He was absolutely unhinged. Frightening. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm. And before he crushed the key; I was going to fuck with the serpent, and then I was going to hunt him. He just didn't know it yet. - preview - "I'll fucking ruin your life, Elena. Corrupt every goddamn part of your body, and soul. And when I'm done with you, you'll get on your knees and thank me." His low voice snarled. Desperate. He backed me into a wall. He grabbed me by the throat, but didn't choke me. Just kissed me so deep I forgot whose air I was breathing. "I'm not fucking done with you, Elena. And if it is up to me, I'm not done fucking you either."