"Remember whose she is, don't fall for her or Capo will kill you." She's innocent. She's kind. She's beautiful. She's angelic. But most importantly, she's His. Dove isn't your average 22 year old girl, and neither is the Mafia Boss who cherishes and worships her whole being. She is his most prized possession, and like anything prized it must be protected. What happens when her bodyguard fails to remember whose she is? Highest Rankings: #1 Angel #2 Mafia Princess #2 Black Love | 10/16/24 #2 Clean Romance | 5/03/25 #3 Naive | 09/27/24 #8 Beautiful | 11/03/24 #10 Badboyxgoodgirl | 1/30/25 #11 Billionaire | 1/12/25 #19 Love Triangle

Moya is a young hairstylist balancing work and family.After watching an interview featuring rising dancehall artiste Pablo YG, she's left questioning whether his cryptic words were directed at her. Brushing it off as coincidence, she focuses on finishing her work until Pablo YG himself walks into her salon. With tension in the air and curiosity burning inside her, Moya is faced with the question: was she really the one he was talking about, or is she just another fan caught up in the hype? "Yuh see di browning a mi baby,a mi heart dat "🫶🏾. Y.G LOVING fi real!

Promise Walker was sheltered, sweet, and way too innocent for the world Dave East ruled. She heals kids for a living. He breaks men for a living. They were never meant to meet- But when soft meets savage, nothing stays the same.

"𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆, 𝑰 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒛 𝑰 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖"

"I really am sorry." "I know. Now lift your skirt for me," he demands, standing behind my sprawled out figure on his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his button up. I feel my face flush, and I lift my cheek from its position on the solid wood desk to where I knew they were standing, waiting. I lock my wide eyes with pale green ones, knowing Sebastian's my best chance at avoiding punishment. All I receive in return is a slow, smug grin, and then a shrug, telling me I'm all out of luck. I watch as he gets comfortable, leaning against the dark wood walls and sliding his hands in his now slightly creased pant pockets. My eyes flicker over to Nik and Oliver, who moved to take up the leather armchairs at each corner of the desk, each with wicked gleams in their eyes, feasting on my vulnerable position. I shiver as I feel Elijah's cold hand run up the back of my thigh softly, only to pinch the goosebump-covered skin just under the curve of my ass, jolting me into awareness. "You know I don't like waiting, pretty girl," he chides, leaning into me so I can faintly feel his even breaths whisper along my neck. I lift my hands and reach behind me to pull up my fitted skirt so that my panty-clad bottom is hit with the effects of the slightly too-high air conditioning. I shiver in anticipation of Elijah's hard hand, knowing that despite my fear, I'm also more excited than I've ever been. His hand suddenly reaches into the side of my underwear from behind and he slides his fingers through my soaking folds, leisurely stroking my clit. I inhale a sharp gasp of air, electricity flowing through my pussy at his mere touch. "You're such a good cunt for us, aren't you, sweetheart? Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now?"

FOLLOW MY TIKTOK @ughtiia and @tiiagem Kelani Zariyah Reid , a 16 year old that attends Queens High School that has her standards but suddenly met a Jamaican Don called "Shotta" what will happen between them. "Will she give in to him?" Or "is it going be complicated for the both of them?"

'𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙? 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕.' |18+| - 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Two twisted people taking out justice in the way they know best. She's the queen of the game and darkness. He's the master of control and manipulation. In the dark alleys of underworld, where loyalty is a luxury and love is a liability, one rivalry flame ignites between the ruthless mafia queen and the FBI agent tasked with taking her down and they hate to admit; only one would reign. Power is her game. Seduction is his trap. When he's betrayed and taken under her rein, she offers him a deal; power in exchange of loyalty, but when their moves becomes seduction, who will make the next move - and who will be left exposed? What happens when they both find themselves ensnared in a web of darkness, where the whispers of the shadows revealed truths too horrifying to conceal? Join this pair in the rollercoaster of a life of war, flying bullets, levitating knives and a hell ride of betrayal and love. Just know that even the most just person have secrets carefully concealed beneath layers of deceit. She weaves the web of lies, he pulls the strings from behind. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Do it," he drawls, not even flinching at the knife I have on his neck. "I'd rather die at your hands than in anyone's." "Aren't you scared?" I ask, eyes tracing the trail of blood going down his neck. "Scared? Darling, it'd be a privilege if you're the last thing I see before I die."

Despite having their significant other, Keemari and Jasmine can't be away from each other. Keemari has gone to extreme lengths as a Police officer to get rid of his lover's boyfriend so he could have her full-time. And with his child's mother lagging, his daughter's teacher becomes his friend. Fate has a way of handling things, for the word friend has the word end. As all good things must come to an end. Would Officer Kingsley let his best thing end?

Being so use to the constant catcalling, Súgandi ignored the stranger and continued on her journey. Until he told her she had blood on her clothes, so he had to save her from further embarrassment. A month has passed since and with a new neighbor moving in next door, her father sent her over to welcome them with and there she saw him again. Micaijah couldn't be happier to see her again, but there are two problems. They're still strangers and he has a daughter, but there'll be a whole lot of changes soon.

"...so you just gonna let the devil punk you? I thought you knew better than that" Grams spoke. I blinked at her, taken aback by her words, mouth slightly agape. "I thought Deion taught you better than that" she added, shaking her head at me slowly.