𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒'𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚍 ❤️. -𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚠/ 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚜 🥰!

She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses. He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him. She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower. Passionate. SADITIFIED.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙍𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚.

[WARNING: This book has mature content in it, such as sexual content, violence and substance abuse. I suggest reading if you are 18 or older.] ▪•▪•▪ "You are mine, princesa," Gabriel muttered roughly into my ear, keeping my hands pinned beside my head to the wall. "On paper, you are mine. In contract, you are mine. In public, you are mine. No one else owns your body and soul like I do and they will never get the chance that I do." "I am not a trophy that you believe you have claim over because of that stupid contract, Gabriel," I snapped, my eyes trying their best not to flutter closed at the feeling of his warm breath on my neck. Gabriel smirked. "No, you're more than a trophy - you are my wife." He turned me around, picking me up so my legs would wrap around his hips. "So how about we stop fighting and you let me take you against this wall, sí?" ▪•▪•▪

Lisa was being harassed one night at an event. She quickly sat down at a table with a gentleman that gave her a sense of security. Little did she know she sat down at the Mafia King Owen Blackbourne. Once he saved her from the creep she quickly left after feeling embarrassed about the whole thing, but he was intrigued with tiny woman that had so sense of who he or his brothers were. He had to know more about her but would she want to know him or his brothers once she found out the truth about them? This is yet another CL Stone Blackbourne Toma fan fiction story.

23 year old Morgan Bellamy has tunnel vision. She works tirelessly to take care of the people she loves, putting their needs before her own, until she meets someone who put her first. The eye of the storm, a moment of peace, a breath of calm. While she felt like everything was crashing down around her, he was her exhale.

Bad girls ain't no good, and the good girls ain't no fun..

"I'll play you." Kross challenged with a serious expression on his face, smoothly twirling the basketball on his pointer finger. "For what?" Amiko sighed heavily, a bored look on her face, crossing her arms over her chest, tapping her foot repeatedly on the ground. "𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭."

"𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵' 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮"

"You trust me?" he asked, eyes turning soft once they made contact. "Maj, I-I-" "I said do you trust me, Lucky?" he repeated, voice hard. "...yes," she breathed out, and his next words came without hesitation, sending a chill down her spine. "Then shoot."