Ocean shoved at his chest, but Lucas didn't budge. He stayed right there, crowding her. "Move," she snapped, heat in her voice. He didn't. His presence pressed against her, every breath of his filling the little space she had left. Her hands curled tight at her sides. "You don't give me a second. You're always there-hovering, watching, smothering me like I can't breathe without you in my face." Lucas's jaw ticked, eyes hard, but he said nothing. The silence made her angrier. Her chest rose sharp with breath. "I hate it. I hate how you don't let me think, don't let me move. You just close in and wait for me to break." Still, he stayed. And that-more than any words-set her blood boiling. -- A stubborn college girl thinks she's untouchable-until she collides with him. The Beast. A force wrapped in shadow and hunger. One meeting shatters her defenses. Her control slips. Her rules burn. And for the first time, she isn't the one in charge.

Freshman year at the top-ranked college basketball school comes with a lot of responsibilities, especially from the two top-ranked high school seniors. Despite not sharing a father, their fathers have the same level of basketball experience. Dakari, the rookie who led his team to a championship in his first year, is a living history lesson. His son, Zyair, idolizes him. Joshua, a seasoned basketball player with experience in various leagues, including the G-League, has yet to win a championship. Even though he's the arch-nemesis of Dakari, he can't bring on-court problems home, especially due to Jamir. Jamir is a headstrong young man passionate about basketball but lacking the responsibility and structure of his best friend, Zyair. Choyce, the youngest of Cedarian and Kamora's children, is spoiled and protected by everyone. Unlike most girls her age, she doesn't have a social media presence. Her life revolves around her faith, volleyball, her family, and friends. She's a beautiful plus-size girl with high confidence and strong morals. While pursuing her higher education, she encounters two best friends who present her with a life-altering decision.

Alexis Frazier is a young, educated and beautiful BBW who doesn't yet know her worth. An abusive ex pushes her right into the arms of a rich, handsome businessman who hasn't loved in years.

"𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥. 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐲. 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫."

He's a boxer. Non-verbal. Silent but powerful. She's a woman of distrust. Introverted. Weary and nervous. Terrible circumstances brought them together. That same miserable occurrence joined them together for eternity. In holy matrimony of course. This is an ORIGINAL NUNU novel. A/N: SLOW BURN ROMANCE T/W: Mentions terms like MUTE, and MUTISM.

a dmv love story "𝘪 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦, 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘰" - havinmotion - @femalechee

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Salem's in her twenties, hustling her way through the city and trying to make it out the hood for good. She's stuck between who she is right now and the woman she's tryna grow into. Then an old flame pops back up-bringing love, drama, and lessons she didn't know she needed. At the end of the day, this ain't just about him. It's about Salem learning the hardest truth of all: the real love story is the one you have with yourself.

She's a quiet BBW college girl who mind her business and stay out the way. They was never supposed to cross paths but once they do, danger, and love mixed with the streets. And when you fall for a man like him... there ain't no such thing as safe.

"Look at me.Get a real good look. Because that's all you'll ever get." I blew the smoke from his blunt right back into his face...slow, deliberate, sweet little smirk curving my mouth...and then lowered myself onto his lap. His jaw flexed. Hard. Eyes burning into mine like he wanted to snap my neck. Cute. I leaned in until my lips almost brushed his, my voice low and sugary, the kind of soft that slices deeper than yelling ever could. "I don't give a fuck who you are... what you do... what you own..." My gaze dropped to his holster. "...or that little toy gun you carry around like an accessory." His brows tightened-just a twitch-but it was enough to make me smile wider. I dragged a single nail down his chest, slow. Then whispered in his ear: "It'll be a cold day in hell, Mr. Grey...before I ever allow you to fuck me."