"I love ya, Vea. But Lolli, you're somethin' I'd like to taste too." _________________________________________________________________ Collin Xavier Westle, a sweet mannerable man from the south, falls deeply in love with, Vea Lee Brown, a native of the island, who was paid to spend the night with him. He then asks her to pretend to love him the next morning for the rest of the month before his arranged wedding. When she has to cut their deal short, he willingly pardons her to test their feelings since she confessed to loving him too. When he gets back to his hotel room, he's taken away from the country without his consent, and the very moment he realizes this. He runs back to his beloved Vea. But ended up not finding her. Vea falls in love with her best friend who helped her throughout her toughest times and the two are inseparable. But then Collin finally returns thirteen years later and he wants... no needs Vea. And boy did thirteen years change a man. ~Also this is a rough first draft, so it's rather quick paced with some time skips.~ Sex is literally in chapter one. Like a whole sex scene. So yeaaaaaa, enjoy you horny fucks STATUS: COMPLETE (rough draft) Started: December 21, 2020 Ended: January 19, 2021 Word Count: 65,000 - 70,000 HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 - blackwoman (31/12/2020) #1 - jamaica (31/12/2020) #3 - darkromance (28/12/2020) #9 - relatable (06/01/2021) #15 - intimate (19/01/2021) #2 - gxbxg (04/08/2021) #1 - afterdark (03/12/2022)

He came for the debt. He stayed to claim her soul. Viktor Volkov rules Moscow's underworld with an iron fist and ice in his veins. As pakhan of the most feared Bratva syndicate, he's used to people paying what they owe - in blood, money, or broken bones. When Viola Isley's brother Liam steals two million rubles and disappears like the spineless coward he is, Viktor doesn't waste time chasing a ghost. He goes straight for what's left behind: her. Viola never signed up for her brother's mistakes. She's just trying to survive - long shifts at the café, cramped apartment in a crumbling Soviet block, nights alone with nothing but her thoughts and the endless Moscow snow. She doesn't know that for weeks, a predator has been watching her every move. Tracking her phone. Hacking her laptop camera. Sitting in the shadows outside her window while she showers, while she sleeps, while she touches herself and whispers into the dark like she's begging for someone to hear. And Viktor hears everything. He knows the exact way she takes her coffee (black, two sugars). He knows the route she takes on the metro every morning at 7:15 sharp. He knows the soft little gasps she makes when she comes on Thursdays, fingers buried deep, back arched against the bathroom tiles. He's memorized it all, jerked off to it in the back of his Maybach more times than he can count, and now the obsession has burned away whatever patience he had left.....

VIOLET I've been called too much since the day I grew hips and learned how to use my voice. Too loud. Too soft. Too thick. Too Black. Too hungry for men who never knew what to do with me. That's fine. Let the weak choke on my flavor. I came here to work. A two-month contract with a secretive werewolf pack, patching up warriors and pretending the whole fated mates thing doesn't apply to humans like me. Then I met him. Leon Starling-six-foot-six of alpha arrogance, with glacier eyes and a body built to sin. King of the Crescent Moon Pack. And apparently... fated to me. Our first meeting? In his oversized, overcompensating office. He told me to show respect. I told him to choke on it. "You're in my territory, human," he growled. "And you're in my light," I said. "Move." The problem? I don't want to be claimed. I want to be taken. But every time I lean in, he backs off. Like he's scared I'll break. "I don't want to hurt you," he says, voice hoarse, fists clenched. I smirk, slow and wicked. "Then you're not man enough to fuck me." ⸻ LEON She walked into my office like she belonged there. No fear. No scent of submission. Just fire, hips, and attitude. She was supposed to be another healer. A professional. Temporary. Not mine. But the moment I scented her, I knew. Violet Blues is everything I've been searching for-and everything I shouldn't touch. Defiant. Human. Forbidden. She looks at me like she dares me to try. Laughs like she knows I already lost. "You think your little attitude makes you strong?" I snapped. "No," she purred, dragging her gaze down my body. "But it makes you hard." I should've walked away. Should've buried the bond howling in my blood. Instead, I backed her against my desk and nearly begged. She doesn't want love. She wants to be ruined. "Say it again," I growl, my voice raw. "You're not strong enough to take me," she whispers. And that's when I knew- She wasn't sent to complete me. She was sent to destroy me

River is juggling a lot. Being a single mother of 2 while still being married. Being a high-powered attorney while still being a maid and nanny. Even regulating her emotions just to make things seem happy and normal for her kids. But that ends one day when she decides to get a Sim. A human like robot with an AI so sophisticated that you wouldn't know it's not human. All is well until she starts developing feelings towards it that she shouldn't have. Until it starts to do the same. Then, in walks the husband that she used to know. River is heading for a disaster of biblical proportions. But it all boils down to that age-old decision. Who will it be?

When Bella wakes up in an abandoned hospital years after the last day she remembers, she had no way of knowing that the world around her had descended into chaos. Zombies, familial betrayal, a love that once blossomed but now stood on shakey ground, secret government experiments conducted on their own citizens, and a man that still had it out for her awaits her the moment she steps foot outside of those hospital doors. Does this desolate place overcome her, or is this how the real Bella Jeffries emerges?

Ami is on her way to becoming exactly who she wants to be. She is remodeling her condo, starting her new job at the university, and her family unit couldn't be tighter. So, when she encounters her mate, the one man made for her, and he's next in line to be the Alpha, how could she have known that her charmed life was destined to be blown up by the very man that was made to love her? And what's worse than your fated mate cheating, abusing you, and impregnating his ex? Your fated mate cheating, abusing you, impregnating his ex, and getting you pregnant at the same time! She has no choice. She has to go to the Royal Alpha and request his protection. What she didn't want was to feel the pull of the mate bond once again. Especially to such an imposing man. But he isn't like her ex. And he's willing to give her the space and time to open up to him. But he won't wait forever. After all, an Alpha needs his Luna.

A SEQUEL TO 'DARKNESS IS LIGHT'

Imani took the job for one reason. Money. Her father's gambling debts are swallowing everything her family owns, and the only job willing to pay enough to save their home happens to be inside the mansion of the most dangerous man in the city-a Russian Bratva king whose name is spoken in whispers. So Imani follows three simple rules. Keep her head down. Do her job. And never look the men of the house in the eyes. For months, it has worked. Until the day she is sent to clean the forbidden top floor. A careless mistake. A drunk mafia soldier. One gunshot that echoes through the study. The man who crossed the line drops dead behind her. And when Imani finally looks up... she meets the cold gaze of the man who pulled the trigger. Roman Volkov. The master of the mansion. The most feared man in the Russian Bratva. A man who notices everything. Except this time, he isn't looking at the body on the floor. He's watching her. Imani wants nothing more than to remain invisible, collect her paycheck, and keep her family from losing their home. But Roman Volkov has just found the only woman in his house who doesn't fear him enough. And once the Bratva king decides he wants something... Walking away is no longer an option

Kael Draven has known violence his entire life. Losing his parents at a tender age from a rogue attack forced him to grow up and raise his sister, making him overly possessive and protective of those close to him. Adora Blackwell never expected to be part of the supernatural world. Losing her mother and with her father being absent in her life, she's used to being independent and not trusting. But the night her skin is branded with a glowing mark, everything changes. She's thrust into a world of power, primal urges, and one ruthless Alpha who swears she's his... in every filthy, possessive way that matters. Kael Draven is not gentle. Not kind. He's dominant. Dangerous. And completely obsessed with the curvy, sharp mouthed half-witch who dares to defy him at every turn. ⚠️WARNING⚠️ THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE LANGUAGE AND MATURE THEMES ------ This book is available ONLY on WATTPAD! IF seen anywhere else, PLEASE report it. ------ ©️ queen_b_4. 2025. All rights reserved.