'𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏

𝘙𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵.

Akariah "Kari" Banks is a twenty-year-old bartender by night and a stripper by necessity, raising her baby sister after losing everything. Life's a balancing act between sleepless nights, bills, and awkward interactions she can't seem to dodge. But when Makari Volkov-the ruthless Russian mafia leader with icy blue eyes and a dangerous past-walks into her bar, her world shifts.

I gripped the pan and smacked the figure twice on the head when I saw the shadow. "Ow why are you doing that?!" I heard him groan. For good measure I smacked him two more times. " Am I supposed to just let an intruder wander through my house?" I huff. " That's fair" he lets out a laugh. The longer I stared at him the more I realized he wasn't human, more like a shadow. "What do you want?" I asked. I don't know why I was making conversation and not telling him to get out. "Oh yes okay, the blows to the head threw me off" he laughed. "I'm here to collect your soul" he smiles. "I'm not dead" I inform him. He comes close and I move back, "oh sorry this must be weird let me change into a form better suited for this plane". In minutes he was a tall pale man with black hair and red eyes. "What do you think?" He gives me a twirl.

Arianna is twenty three African American and a nurse at a hospital in New York. She has her masters and is very self sufficient and intelligent; she has a great family a great life but it's missing one thing. Love, well not really she did find it, it just happened that it found her cousin two weeks before Christmas as well. She now faces the fact that she is once again single on Christmas and she's also thinking about faking her own death so she doesn't have to show up this year. But when she meets Sergeant Stone, they might be able to help each other during the holiday season. First sergeant Michael Stone is twenty seven, single Caucasian and just home for his sixth deployment. His parents and him were never that close; they were there for him growing up but being workaholics his strongest relationships were with his grandparents who are both deceased now. He rarely goes to see his parents and this is a Christmas he was planning on spending in a bar or with another girl.

Aiden Sinclair's life has been mapped out for him since birth, his every move dictated by his father's ambitions and expectations. The latest of these expectations is an arranged marriage to Athena Windsor, a union formed long before Aiden could understand the weight of such a decision. Athena, a stranger in his life, is bound by the same fate, and together, they must navigate a world that expects them to be the perfect couple-though neither of them ever had a say in the matter. This is a tale of duty, sacrifice, and the quiet rebellion of living a life that isn't your own.

"Don't cry." I gasped. Leon. He stood a few feet away, watching me with that same intense stare. Those dark monolid eyes. I was terrified of him. And it wasn't because he was riddled with an ink sleeve running up his right arm, lip, ear, eyebrow piercings that glinted against his olive casted skin. Or even the fact that he was very tall and muscular. It was because his eyes were so intense they made my heart skip a beat. Everything about him screamed danger up close, but his presence felt... steady. Secure. My pulse continued to pound loudly in my ears. The way he was looking at me now, It made my skin burn in an entirely new way. He crouched slightly, his dark gaze locking onto mine. And then-so effortlessly, so intimately-his thumb brushed against my cheek, wiping away a stray tear. I flinched. Not from fear. From something else entirely. His touch was fire. "They shouldn't have said those things." His voice was softer now, a quiet rumble that slid over my skin like silk, a slight accent peaking through the vowels. "They don't know how to approach you. You intimidate them." I blinked. "Me?" His lips twitched slightly, as if amused by my confusion. Then-gently, the heat of his palm curled around mine, grounding, consuming, and he helped me to my feet. And then his gaze wandered. Slowly. Deliberately. Down my body. "They don't know how to appreciate a woman's body, so they make jokes." He says. Then- "If I were to have you," he murmured, voice impossibly deep, "I'd worship your body. Make you realize how beautiful you are until it's branded into your mind. Until one day, you'll look in the mirror and see what I see." My breath hitched. We stood there in silence. Then, he turned, walking toward the door, leaving me standing there, breathless, trembling, changed.

|COMPLETE + UNDER EDITING| One Kiss, One Problem| ✓ Book One of The One Kiss Series One Kiss. That's all it takes for Lorenzo De Luca to lose his damn mind. The 6'3" Italian frat boy is used to casual hookups, not catching real feelings. But the second his lips meet Sarai's? He's done for. Now, he's everywhere she turns-showing up outside her classes, "coincidentally" getting coffee where she does, and flashing that devastating smirk like it's a weapon. His friends think he's insane. Sarai thinks he's annoying. But when fate (and a little meddling from her bestie) keeps pushing them together, she starts to wonder... Was one kiss really just a mistake? Or was it the start of something she never saw coming? 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟗𝐭𝐡

"Maybe if I keep stalking her she'll be mine..."

Might change the title idk...