State of Affairs ⚖︎ "You missed a talking point on page four, Governor," I said, sliding the briefing file across his heavy mahogany desk. Tennyson didn't look at the file. His dark eyes stayed locked on my mouth, completely devoid of the golden-man charm he'd just fed to a crowd of thousands. "Lock the door, Milan," he murmured, his voice low and exhausted. "You have a press briefing in ten minutes, sir. And your wife is waiting in the lobby." He stepped around the desk, invading my space until the scent of cedar and expensive bourbon swallowed me whole. His hand brushed my waist, his thumb pressing possessively against my hip. "I don't care," he breathed, his facade finally shattering. "Lock the damn door." 🏛️ To the world, 𝐆𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬 is untouchable. He is the state's golden man, a devoted husband, and a man with a spotless reputation. Everyone worships the ground he walks on. Everyone except his executive assistant, 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚. Milan has a strict two-year plan: survive the Governor's temper, secure her recommendation letter, and catch a one-way flight to Washington, D.C. Her job description: hand him his black coffee, fix his crooked ties, and treat the most powerful man in the state like a normal human being. But her immunity is exactly what breaks him. Behind the heavy oak doors of his office, Tennyson sheds his perfect mask. He is cynical, ruthless, and spiraling into a dark, desperate obsession with the only woman who doesn't want anything from him. He becomes addicted to her warmth and slowly to her. As late nights at the office blur into a secret arrangement, Milan thinks she has the situation under control. But she doesn't know that Tennyson's public life is a PR lie. She doesn't know that the Governor has absolutely no intention of letting her go. 'Cause what the Governor needs, the Governor gets.

All it takes is one shared glance to win over his intrigue, one touch to draw him in, and your love to win his obsession...

Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?

Elara Jones finds solace in silence and sugar. A shy, curvy baker with a softly spoken heart, her world is small and predictable: a quiet office job and a fledgling home bakery where she pours her soul into every treat. She is innocence embodied, and she's content with her simple, invisible life. Kaelan Vance is a king in a world of shadows. A mafia tycoon with a empire of legitimate companies and illegitimate dealings, he commands with a look and takes what he wants. He is a man forged in ruthlessness, his heart untouched... until a glimpse of Elara shatters his control. He isn't just drawn to her beauty; he's captivated by her quiet strength, the peace she radiates, the innocence that stands in stark contrast to his own stained soul. What begins as a fascination quickly spirals into a dark, all-consuming obsession. He must possess her, not just her body, but her heart, her smiles, her very soul. For Elara, Kaelan is a storm she never saw coming. His attention is terrifying yet intoxicating, a whirlwind of danger and desire. He showers her with a devotion that feels like love but looks like madness. He will burn the world to keep her safe and break anyone who dares to look her way. This is a story of two hearts colliding: one learning to love, the other learning to let go. One is a quiet melody, the other a destructive symphony. Can a love built on obsession ever become a sanctuary, or is it just the most beautiful prison of all?

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

" Are you a virgin?" He asked standing above me very dominant. " Yeah," I answered honestly. " You want me to be the only one touching you down here for now on" His big hand slowly slides down to my heated area making quiver under his touch. "Y-yes," I answered shakily I can't believe this is happening. Valentino was breathing very hard above me like he was trying to control himself from pouncing on me. He slid one of his thumbs in my mouth which I gladly accepted looking him straight in his eyes. " Do you want it?" He asked me. I couldn't help but moan while nodding my head. He slowly took his thumb out of my mouth still looking me in the eyes with his dark lust clouded stare. " Do you want it in your mouth?" I turned my head the other way flustered with his question. He grabbed my chin roughly making me look at him once again. " Yes, I want it in my mouth." I closed my eyes for a second hearing the sound of Valentino's belt unbuckling. By surprise, he pulled my head back to make me groan out. " Open your mouth."

Love. As 'beautiful' as love can be it hurts and bleeds. If you're unlucky you may even love the very person you know you can't have. The best friend, The distant boyfriend, The sisters friend, The brothers friend, The ex best friend, Love isn't always given back the way you gave it. Leaving you with half a heart as the person you gave your half too never gave you their half back. But what if someone else has another half to make yours whole again?

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck. "You think so?" He asks. "Yes, yes I do." "Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw. When he says that I feel my heart do a million flips over and over again, his words beginning to play through my head as I stare at the man in shock. Only for you. .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. 𝐙𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 She's a woman of a traumatic past. Sold to the Mafia at the age of seven. It's not something easy to have been experiencing, especially after having your mother pass away only two years before. But of course with every traumatic past brings out a strong, bold and undeniably attractive woman. One who is feared in the dangerous underworld of the mafia. .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. ❝ I want to be in your mind every waking moment, your heart and fucking soul. The same way you're in mine. ❞ Started - 06/07/22 Finished - 22/12/22

Emilia and Lexi were twins but they couldn't be more oppersite if they tried. Emilia was selective mute, she was taught not to speak unless spoken to as time went on she stopped talking to people all together. Her mother and step father abused her since she was 5 causing her to grow cold and distant. Lexi was the favourite child, her mother and step father gave her everything she ever wanted, she was bubbly and made friends quick however she was used to the attention and never wanted anyone but her to have the attention. both girls had a strong dislike for each other, Emilia hated that Lexi let their parents abuse her whilst she stood by laughing , she hated how bitchy Lexi could be and how she bullied her. Lexi couldn't stand that she had a twin, especially how weird she thought Emilia to be. 16 years ago was one of the happiest days of the Rosso family lives, their princesses were born but only two years later Alice Russo ran off with the twins, leaving behind her husband Alessandro and their 4 boys. Alessandro was heartbroken and being the Mafia boss, he spared no resources looking for his twin girls but Alice was good, she had help and managed to hide from mafia boss himself. As time went on, Alessandro and his sons gave up hope, until he received a call he never thought he would have. Book 1 completed Book 2 Emilia -Completed Book 3 Demon- ongoing This book is a product of all my own ideas, it is only published here on wattpad. You may have seen it titled a dance of broken wings on novelverse, but it was put up by someone copying my work.

The chain of hearts is longer than we can all imagine. Hearts that have been broken, hearts that belong together and hearts that simply need fixing. But they are always linked together somehow. This applies perfectly to Asia Henderson, whose life is turned upside down when she is introduced to her roommate's boyfriend, the last person she thought she would ever see. BW/WM INTERRACIAL PAIRING.