In the shadow of the mountains, Sofì meets Davide a man whose rough hands, dark eyes, and possessive touch leave her trembling . "I own you," he growls, voice low and rough, eyes dark with intent. "Not him. Me."Between stolen glances, fiery arguments, and moments of raw passion, she's drawn to him in ways she doesn't fully understand-but every time he looks at her, Sofì feels both fear and exhilaration.

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭" ------------------------------------ I hear he breathing hitch I lean over close to her ear. "You know what I hate hm" she doesn't respond "I don't like repeating myself," I say as I squeeze her neck a little tighter not enough to cause pain not that I think she would mind. Something tells me that this vixen likes a little pain. "No sir" she tried to say but it comes out as a soft moan. What I'd pay to hear that every day. "I hate being ignored Arabelle" she visibly gulps "I wasn't I wasn't ignoring you" I chuckle humorlessly release her neck and go sit in my chair. "Over my knee Now!" she looks stunned but doesn't move. "I already told you I don't like repeating myself"

"I want your lips against mine Izabella." se·cret /ˈsēkrit/ noun plural noun: secrets something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others. When a married man feel sexually attracted to his assistant, he's has nothing else better to do but to have her. More than once. BWWM Started: 6-12-22 Finished: TBD #1 in lust (7/21/22) #49 in affair #83 in cheating #41 in boss #99 in assistant #11 in BWWM

(THIS IS A BWWM) Wyatt Buckley, a rugged cowboy from rural Texas who's been rodeoing his whole life. After a nasty fall from a bull, Wyatt finds himself in the local hospital, where he meets Milia Zorell, a beautiful and kind-hearted ICU nurse. Milia is trapped in an abusive relationship back home, and Wyatt can sense her pain and fear. As they spend more time together, Wyatt finds himself drawn to Milia's strength and resilience, and he begins to fall for her. Wyatt must confront his own demons and fears to help Milia escape her toxic relationship and start a new life. Along the way, he discovers that love can be the greatest healing power.

Spin off to "Little White Lies" PLEASE READ LITTLE WHITE LIES FIRST OR YOU WILL BE CONFUSED!! Everyone knows the name "Sniper Jo." He's the most dangerous hitman in America... Except "He's" a "She" After the tragedy that struck her family Jolene Madden found her lust for anger and vengeance. Once Vincent refuses to help her, she transforms herself in to a lethal weapon behind his back. All went to plan until she gets sent a hit on the latest mafioso.

The year is 1941 in central Boston, Massachusetts. Infamous American mobster Vincent Madden "Lion" has a run in with street dealing negroes. Things get messy when business, love, and lies intertwine. Especially when Madden sets his eyes on the little negro wife of one of the dealers.

[ Book 1 of my "The Last Kingdom" Fanfiction series] Khaana was a rare find and a wild prized gifted to Earl Ragnar as a slave from a wealthy ruler who once considered her a prized pet. The Danes have never laid eyes upon a Black African, and figure she is a fantastical creature of lore. They are not wrong, Earl Ragnar thought she was a Elf, while his family thought she was a Shapeshifter, some even called her a Hydra. But in reality? Khaana is Nephilim, daughter of the sons of God and the Daughters of Men. More than that she is the last. She finds herself bound to Uhtred a Saxon Dane, son og her new master, after thier house is betrayed and vengeance is sought.

Fanfiction based on the History Channels Hatfields and McCoys. [Book is a rough draft - needs heavy editing] Chyna is a young ex-slave girl, she had been property of the McCoy's but now that the Civil war has ended she is free to go. After another night of Tolbert and Calvin McCoy taking her forcefully in the night, Chyna flees from the McCoy boys, they chase her across the river, to Ellison and his son Cotton. Confederate as they are, neither can turn a cold heart to the beaten ebony girl as the McCoy boys send their hunting dogs across the river after her. Elisson runs the Boys off and takes Chyna back to his families land. Chyna is made to take care and keep watch over Cotton while Ellison is away, and she is happy to do so, as she is grateful to both. but in this time, she catches the eye of William 'Cap' Hatfield and against their better judgement, they will follow their hearts in the middle of a war.