𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 | 𝘉𝘬 1 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘙𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹'𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 & 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦. ______________________________ Another random story that will probably need editing later ~ please enjoy! #1 CopXMafia 4.18.25 #1 Gayness 7.7.25 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ©

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.

"Rayne..." Miranda said, head tilting in curiosity, "can Mommy see what you've made?" I hesitated, suddenly getting nervous. Then I nodded and stood aside. She leaned in slightly, her gaze moving slowly across the page. She didn't speak right away, and every second of silence made my stomach twist tighter. I waited for corrections. For critique. For neutrality. Instead, she straightened. "This," Miranda said calmly, "is excellent." I blinked. "It is?" "Yes." This is a spin-off to my first story Little Maid :) (Photo from pinterest/@emilynoellephoto)

Besties to lovers "I know it's scary but let's figure this out.. for us"

"𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐋, 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀 𝐅𝐀 𝐌𝐄?" Started : 6/3/25 Published:12/6/25

NBA YoungBoy & @tiaynnaa || Alt-Urban Plus Size 18+ You look so sexy, you really turn me on Blows my mind every time I.. See.. Your.. Face..

Shannon Cole has always survived by noticing what others miss. Numbers stick. Faces linger. Conversations don't fade. In the hood, that kind of mind doesn't stay unnoticed-it gets used. Shannon has become a quiet resource, passed between crews whenever something needs remembering, calculating, or confirming. He tells himself it's temporary. Just helping. Just staying afloat. Until everyone wants him. As gangs begin circling closer, access to Shannon turns into competition-and then into risk. Because when too many people want what you know, someone eventually decides you're too valuable to share. Tiger Laurent doesn't compete. He decides. Tiger runs things with calm precision, and when he claims Shannon, it isn't curiosity-it's control. Pulled out of circulation and placed under Tiger's watch, Shannon finds himself safer than he's ever been-and more trapped than he imagined possible. Protection blurs into possession. Use starts to feel permanent. And the more indispensable Shannon becomes, the harder it is to tell whether he's being kept alive... or quietly erased.

𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜: 𝙰 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚡𝚋 Flawless book 2

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 "𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭" 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞, 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐱𝐁

When Aria Bankole agrees to host a simple Sunday dinner, she doesn't expect to become the axis of the Viklund brothers' attention. Her fiancé's request is outrageous. Their desire is undeniable. And Aria's silence? It's the sharpest weapon in the room. As tension coils beneath polite conversation and the brothers' gazes grow bolder, Aria realizes the truth: she isn't being offered. She's being worshipped. And she intends to make them earn it.