"I will get you back, Sinclair." He grabbed my hand and put the ring on my palm, then closed my hand tight. "And that's a promise." I froze as he kissed my hand and slowly reached for my forehead. ─────── ○ ─────── After two years since her divorce with her NBA player ex-husband, Sinclair Leighton is ready to start fresh and swear that she was done playing the game. Until she met Essien Boateng, a former basketball player now billionaire. And when he saw her from across the court, she's the only game he wants to win.

Naomi Carter was taught her whole life to stay away from trouble. Pastor's daughter. Church girl. Straight A student. Trouble was never supposed to find her. But one bad decision, one party, and one thing she was never supposed to see puts her directly in the path of the city's most feared man. Now the same man everyone warns her about won't stop watching. Won't stop texting. And definitely won't leave her alone. The problem? Naomi can't tell if she should be terrified of Kai Bennett... Or curious.

"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included!*

Milan, a successful lash tech in Atlanta, meets Saint, a man serving time in prison, through a random TikTok Live.

Joelle Jordan is just trying to survive university and her life at home. Bryce Valentine is trying to survive everyone else. Projected first-round NFL draft pick. Campus celebrity. The most watched college athlete in the country. When the two strike a deal to trade study sessions for Bryce and personal training sessions for Joelle's little brother, everything seems simple enough. Then Bryce crosses the line. Now Joelle is trying to navigate a boy who is emotionally repressed, touch-starved, obsessively devoted, and surrounded by more pressure than any twenty-year-old should have to carry. Add the coaches, media attention, NIL deals, scouts, photo shoots, and Bryce's oppressive father. The pressure that comes with being attached to Bryce Valentine is something Joelle is not equipped for. Especially when she starts getting a little too comfortable with the fact that Bryce can't seem to leave her alone.

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

we're back with more IT/pennywise storys. this story is 4every one that can't watch the show or want's to read it as a book here jou go

Damn, college really is the best part of yo life. Especially at an HBCU.

SEQUEL TO LOVING A VILLAIN There were sparks when we met, but not the kind that you would think. One look at him quite literally knocked me out. Seriously. I was unconscious. He was not some shining hero on a white horse, who swooped in and saved the day. No he put the Hero's head through a wall and laughed. Overall, he and I are a complete shit show. Complete. Shit show. He isn't nice. Or kind. Or hell, even legally decent. And he sure as hell isn't sane. Through all his shitty qualities, the villainous attitude, and even all the multiple attempts on my life. I fell for the villain of the century. My damn luck. Blue Doom. But did we get the semi-happy ending? Or at least the one you're suppose to get when you end up with the villain of the story. But no. I get the short stick. He's nothing I ever imagined, but everything I'll ever need. I already fell in love with the villain, now its time for me to save his crazy ass.