*Slowly editing* Unique was never what you called 'skinny'. She was that girl that everyone picked on for their own benefit. Being the sibling of two of the most popular people in school Unique could never get a break. BULLIED. BEATEN. BETRAYED. Until she met him. One of the most dangerous, ruthless thugs in all of Houston. But is it love for him or just lust? Find out as your taken into a journey in to the real world.

His fists slammed against the wall just inches from Seth's head. The boy flinched, trembling, eyes wide with fear, not guilt. Ren's chest heaved, the rage that had carried him this far twisting into something colder. "I was wrong," his voice cracked, broken between fury and shame. "You're not him. You're not the one who destroyed my life." But it was too late. The bruises were already carved into Seth's skin, the ring already forced onto his hand. Ren Morgan thought he had finally caught the monster who haunted him. Instead, he destroyed an innocent man, claiming him as husband by force, chaining him to violence and obsession. Now Ren must face the truth: the criminal still walks free, and the only monster in Seth's life is him. Ⓣⓡⓘⓖⓖⓔⓡ Ⓦⓐⓡⓝⓘⓝⓖ: This story explores obsessive desire, power dynamics and morally gray relationships. Expect intense psychological tension, explicit sexual content and emotionally heavy scenes. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚. 𝐒𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

Josiah had been sold by his drug-addicted mother more times than he could count. She promised it was "the last time," but this time, she sold him to Tavon-a young, feared gangster. Josiah refused. He stood his ground. But Tavon wasn't used to being denied. The harder Josiah resisted, the more Tavon wanted him. Josiah swore he wouldn't fall... but Tavon didn't plan on letting him win.

Genre: Fantasy, Supernatural Themes: age gap, dom/sub, forbidden relations Spice rating: 🌶🌶🌶🌶 / 5 Efosa, a young man who's having trouble keeping a relationship is dragged to a spiritual prayer house by his mother, where it is revealed that he is married in the spirit realm and this is why his earthly relationships hold no water. More than a little skeptical, he decides to humour his mom by doing the unbinding ritual in the spirit world that would supposedly undo the bond between them. According to the spiritualist, he would only be able to see his spirit wife and no one else. So, how come the only person he can see, is a smoking hot, extremely handsome older man? And what will he do when it turns out his spirit wife... ...is actually a spirit husband?

In the East Side Gang, Amir just so happens to be King's favorite.

"I found yo love when I really needed it." "So did I." #1 in URBAN-07/05/2022 #1 in WLW-25/05/2022

The Nix Duology Book 1. Morgan Nix hates Christmas and this year looks like it will be the worst Christmas he's ever had. His fiancé broke up with him four months ago, money is tight at the children's home he works at, and he just found out that his ex was cheating on him for months before their breakup. Always one to hold a grudge Morgan decides to get revenge. And what better way to do it than by pretending to date his ex's boss? The unattainable and gorgeous sorcerer, Nikolai Iarnă. The opportunity is presented to him when Nikolai asks him to pretend to be his boyfriend for the holidays so his relatives will stop setting him up on blind dates, as they have for the past 10 years. But what was supposed to be a fake relationship starts to feel very real and that's something Morgan doesn't think he's ready for. He's already had his heart broken once. He doesn't want to get hurt again. Is Nikolai someone he can trust or will he be abandoned once again when the holiday season ends?

P A R I S T U E © 2025 All Rights Reserved To The Original Author _ "You didn't flinch when I showed you the monster in me." "'Cause I got monsters too, Ma. Maybe ours just needed company."

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. They are both tense, hot, and guilty as charged. 𝐁𝐱𝐁

﹡ ﹡ ﹡ When the weed wears off and the room goes still, it's his name that echoes. His weight against your shoulder. His hand on your chest. And suddenly the line between comfort and something else starts to blur. ﹡ ﹡ ﹡