Book two of six in the Chaotic Hearts series. MUST BE READ IN ORDER I'm usually level-headed, I swear. But when it comes to Maverick Asher, he makes me lose all my sanity, and all he has to do is open his mouth and let his putrid words spill out. Maverick has been friends with my brother for thirteen years, and I've been around him just as long. Over the last few years, he's taken to seeking me out to get a rise out of me. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate his stupid motorcycle. I hate his stupid leather jackets. I hate his attitude. I hate his sarcasm. I hate his sharp tongue. And I hate that he doesn't care about anyone except himself. I try to ignore him, but he lights me on fire, and I can't stop myself from firing back at him. Now, I can't ignore him because it's February, and my family has come up with a fun game. We have to pick a partner and work with them until Valentine's Day to plan platonic dates for one another. Which means, we have to spend time with our partner to learn what they might like for a date. No one picked Maverick, and that left him with me. I'm nothing if not a perfectionist, and even if that means competing with Maverick to make my platonic date for him perfect. He's battling against me to make his date perfect. We are at each other's throats. I start to get confused. Then, when it's time for the dates, my brain spirals into further confusion. I don't expect what he has prepared, and I start realizing there is far more I had failed to notice about Maverick Asher. The man who claims romance and love is nothing but failure has me falling into the trap that he believes love is. But is he falling with me, or am I being played?

Book three out of six in the Chaotic Hearts series. THESE STORIES MUST BE READ IN ORDER. RAIDEN ASHER: I get it. I'm a big, tough guy who rides a motorcycle and can get anyone I want with the snap of my fingers. Not true, by the way. Who even believes that stereotype? If that were true, I'd have the one I wanted and have wanted for almost a year. Not only that, I thought he wanted to kiss me, and I most certainly wanted to kiss him. So, I kissed him. Then he ran away and locked himself inside his room, and I had no idea how to fix the mistake I made in his honor. It wasn't a mistake for me. I only wanted to wipe his mind off the kiss so I could still keep him around and comfortable. I don't care how much it breaks me. I'd break apart for him. It's Halloween month, and I'm determined to back away and give him space. So, why does it seem like he doesn't want space? How long is he going to do this to me before he does break me? I know he has demons that crawl through his head and paralyze him, so how do I take away his fears? I'd fight many battles if it meant I'd win the war in his head. I want to show him that I mean what I say, and I'm giving myself until the stroke of midnight, November first, before I lay my weapons down and give up on any romance I could have with him. However, one of my Halloween dares that I must complete before midnight is to get a kiss from someone at the party we attend. So, why is Killian Wolfe standing in front of me?

"Run, little lamb. Before I fuck you." ~~~~~ Luna Ayre seemed to have the worst luck in existence... haven been wed to an abusive jerk who silenced her cries with pain... and now she couldn't speak. But once she was finally free of him, she found herself falling into another monster's web, and his cage could never be opened. He was a killer, a player, a stalker. He captured her the very night she left her husband... and then he let her go. But little did she know, he hid in the shadows everywhere she went. He wanted to watch her, study her, grow obsessively possessive over her, kill anyone who touched her. So he waited two years, he, her shadow, kept waiting. Waiting patiently to destroy her. To eat his lamb alive.

Jessie Hearthstone, he's cute, shy and innocent, who can melt everyone's heart by the look of his hazel green eyes. But life never give anything free, the price for his beauty is a sickness. Jessie is weaker than normal people, he has slight anxiety social disorder, trust issue and can easily get hyperventilation but worst of all his mentally can collapse again at any time since his mother's death. What will Jessie do when he start to know he is being stalked? A stalker that has power in his hand and a dangerous aura which no one can compare... This story is rated R

on the official wattpad page's reading list for black stories📖📚 She escaped her past in stilettos. He brought her back in boots. Gianna Sinclair built a glamorous life in Los Angeles-designer clothes, celebrity clients, and a reputation that sparkled as bright as the Hollywood sign. But beneath the polish lies a past she buried long ago in Prairie View, Texas-a sleepy town filled with dusty roads, painful memories, and a little sister she left behind. When her grandmother passes, Gianna is forced to return home for the first time in years. There, Gini-hurt, angry, and grieving-greets her with sharp words and deeper wounds. One explosive argument later, Gianna storms off, intent on leaving Prairie View for good. But fate as other plans. Only one wrong turn lands herself stranded on the backroads of open fields. Where she meets Weston Reid. Rugged. Quiet. Cowboy to the bone. Weston isn't looking for trouble, but trouble sure looks good in designer heels and ruined curls. He saves her. She challenges him. And as Gianna's glamorous world crashes into his rugged one, sparks fly hotter than the Southern sun. But love in Prairie View isn't simple. There are secrets buried deeper than the Texas clay. And Gianna will have to decide if she's willing to trade fame and fashion... for a second chance, a hometown healing-and the kind of love that doesn't give a damn about headlines. WARNING: Erotica Content

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Destroy Me. ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ "You like that?" Kit whispered. "You like it when I stroke your little clit?" I whimpered, shifting against Alistair who held me down. "Be nice, Kit," Jason said. "She's new to this." Kit just crawled up and pressed his lips to mine. "What do you say, baby? Should I be nice?" "Please..." I begged. "Please, what, princess?" "Ruin me," I begged, "destroy me." "Oh, honey," Raven leaned forward. "We've already started." ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ Emma Rivers had noticed something odd back in October, five men who'd been following her around. but it wasn't until winter when they came out of the shadows. They played with her, teased her, left around little keepsakes... tormenting her. Kidnapping her. Five stalkers, five psychopaths... five lustful monsters. They might've been playful now, but it wouldn't have been long before the drove to destroy her.

The Monster: I am the darkness that stalks you, the whisper you hear in the dead of night, the monster that hides beneath your bed. You've always belonged to me. You can run, but I live for the chase. You can beg me to leave, but I know you crave the terror. The Haunted: I feel him-death-lurking at every corner. I'm trapped in his world. I don't recognize myself anymore, with him always by my side, whispering, watching, waiting for me to fall into his shadows. And I can't escape him. Not when I crave him. Unedited♡

「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」 ── My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there. ❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞ ── 𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮: I bake bread. I keep my head down. I don't speak. Silence is safer than begging. I learned that with blood in my mouth and my stepbrother's words crawling under my skin. He trades me like a cigarette-lit, used, passed on. People forget me. They walk past and look through. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw me. It started with roses-anonymous. Then came the late-night shadows outside the bakery. Now, I feel him before I even hear his voice. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: He smells like flour and fear. And I want both. I call him Little Ghost because he floats through this rotten city like he's not part of it. Mute. Soft. Fragile like glass. I'm gonna crack him open. First time I saw him, I wanted to fuck the sound out of him. Second time, I wanted to ruin his mouth. Now? I just want to keep him shaking. I'm not in love. I'm obsessed. He bakes bread and I break fucking bones. We were never meant to touch. So I'll drag him into my world until he breaks in mine. ──

(THIS IS A MAFIA STORY) Onyx Smit was living with his uncle until he royally messed up. Forced to be placed in the care of his real father, he was shipped off to a boarding school; a well known school known for the students from elite families. Due to personal problems Onyx knew he had to lay low, but when he ends up having to room with the king of the school, who's actions are unpredictable, things don't go as planned. (BXB STORY)(WILL BE SMUT AFTER CH 22)