It's a mafia story, your already know what's going on.

Isys never planned on starting over alone. After the passing of her son's father, the young single mom has learned to move in silence, trust no one, and keep her world small just her 5 year old son Kyser, her brushes, and her job as a makeup artist. Between juggling clients and dealing with her overprotective (and annoying) older brother Kamal, romance is the last thing on her mind... until she crosses path with Kai. Kai, a calm but confident tech CEO with a legacy to uphold, sees something in Isys she doesn't see in herself.... stregth, softness, and a heart worth fighting for. He wants more than her smile, more than her time.... he wants a chance. But trust again feels dangerous. Loving again feels impossible. And Kai might be everything she need if she's willing to let him in.

"So Professor Jones, does this mean that we are an actual thing now?" "Princess, calling me that will get you in trouble," he grunts. I smiled in response, because he liked it. He liked that I was calling him professor. I think this was what was so exciting about him and I. He was my professor and the idea of fucking each other is a turn on. There was also the fact I had Grayson as well, even though he was the more reserved one, but what's the harm in still having both of them. I moved my hands under his shirt and I felt soft patch of hair, but hard muscle. "Maybe I want to get in trouble," I teased. "I thought you were going to be a good girl?" Grayson interjects. "I never said I would be good all the time," I say, innocently.

"Please... leave me" she whispered while trembling, tears spilling from her eyes as he stood so close, trapping her against the wall. "Why, love? Did I hurt you?" he asked gently. She nodded no. "Did I shout at you?" he continued tucking a tendril of her hair behind her ear.Again she nodded no. "Then why, love? Why do you want to leave?" he said, resting his forehead against hers.His breath was hot on her skin, and her body seemed to respond, craving more. "Just see how your body wants me..." he whispered, sealing his lips over hers in a deep, possessive kiss. 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 A 27-year-old enigmatic mogul, commands a vast business empire that spans industries and continents.His name is synonymous with power and wealth, yet he remains an elusive figure, shrouded in mystery. No photographs of him exist, and he never appears in public, cultivating an aura of intrigue and fear.Whispers of his dark methods and ruthless tactics circulate in hushed tones, painting a picture of a man who thrives in the shadows, commanding his empire with an iron fist. 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀 A 24 - years-old, is an acid attack survivor whose face tells a story of immense adversity, with one half bearing the scars of the attack and the other half remaining unscathed.Despite her remarkable academic achievements and stellar qualifications, she faces a relentless struggle to find a job.Potential employers see only her scars, disregarding her talents and capabilities, making her feel invisible in a world that judges by appearances.Her story is one of resilience and brilliance overshadowed by superficial judgments. What will happen when his eyes fall upon this little bird? Peep to know more. 18+ #2 Virgin Male ( 04/05/2025) This story contains mature themes and Torture and Murder Scenes. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guidelines. Don't try to report the story because it's alre

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."

"So when you gon' stop playing and let me hit that shit, Zuria?" Mitch asked while he smoked a blunt in my mother's living room and we both sat on the floor. "Let you hit this?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as I watched him blow smoke into the air. "Yeah." He smirked, cockily. "How about when you learn how to talk to your girlfriend?" I took the blunt out of this hands and smashed it on the ashtray that was on the coffee table. "Whatchu do that for?" He bit his bottom lip, leaning into me. "Hm?" He went on, softly biting my neck. "I've told you, you can't smoke in here, Mitchell." "You're really not even supposed to be here." I said to him, considering my mother did not condone boys in her house but here he was. He'd completely ignored me though as he mushed his head into my neck, leaving small kisses. "Stop." I whined playfully as he pushed himself up onto me and kissed my lips, pushing me backwards with our lips still attached. "Mitch." I spoke nervously as he climbed on top of me while I now laid my back onto the carpet. "Let me hit that shit, ma." He spoke softly into my ear as he continued leaving kisses on my neck. "Mitch, we cant. My mom will be home from work soon." I expressed to him but he ran his hands up my school skirt anyway. "Stop bitchin'." "Let me finally pop that cherry, Z." He spoke, putting his lips on mine as he slowly moved my underwear aside and rubbed his fingers against my Girl. "Mm." I moaned, unfamiliar with this feeling but it felt great. And though I knew my mother would be here soon, I no longer wanted to stop. He continued rubbing it as I laid there, looking up into his eyes. As I did, he smirked down at me and I smiled small, rubbing a hand down his cheek. I was so in love with this boy.

When Kiki visits Chicago for her cousin's wedding, she never expects to get piped down by a man who talks with his hands and growls her name like he own it. Messiah ain't like these New York dudes she's used to-he move different. Ain't loud, ain't flashy, but got that hood alpha energy that make her melt. She was supposed to be there for five days max... not fall in love with a Chi-Town gangsta who flips bricks and lifts her like she weightless. But when her past follows her to Chicago and his street life bleeds into their sex-fueled situationship, the line between love and lust starts to blur. He never chased women-especially not loud, sex-crazy, no-nonsense New York ones. But Kiki? She got him talkin' about "what we is" and pressin' her spot like he tryna build a future. But love between two people who been hurt don't come easy. And in a city full of secrets, money, and murder? Somebody always gotta pay.

"Hey umm Sincere? Thank you for.. you know helping me back there." She said looking at his hair she had a bad habit of staring at people hair since she's a hair stylist it's always been a habit of hers, but she really liked his it was different you don't see hair like his in Birmingham a lot... "I ain't do it for you I just ain't want y'all to beat the nigga up and start a brawl in here." He said looking at all her features but mugging her at the same time. He was mad as fuck and didn't know why. "Well never mind then nigga!" She spouted, finally looking at his face features. She turned around ready to walk away and he grabbed her arm. "You mad or some?" He asked looking confused. "Yea nigga you act like you don't know how to just say you welcome." She said mugging him and he laughed. "What's funny?" She asked, confused. "You.. Let me ask you some, you mad that I didn't say you welcome or because I said I ain't do it for you?" "Obviously because you ain't say you welcome instead of all that extra stuff this conversation could've been over with." Lyric spouted watching him lick his lips staring down at her. "Maybe I didn't want the conversation to be over fast." He teased. "Well, if you just wanted to talk to me, you could've just said that too" Lyric joked, and they both laughed. "You welcome pretty and I wanna talk to you is that cool with you?" He asked smirking. "Is that why you been staring at me all night?" Lyric accused and just when he was about to respond they heard gunshots. Sin grabbed Lyric and put her in a room told her to stay on the floor and ran back out taking his gun out of his Nike Tech pants. ~ Lyric is an introverted girl from Birmingham Alabama with a mental illness that prevents her from leaving her house. What happens when she meets Sincere a persistent hood dude from Florida who just wants to be whatever she needs him to be.

Leigh-Anne Mason is a 18 year old student fresh into college. A bit of a wildside. Toby Ackers is a married college professor with a baby on the way. Find out what happens when a interern work convention has them out on the highseas, A tragic accident happens and they are the only two survivers on Deserted Island.