When Kiki visits Chicago for her cousin's wedding, she never expects to get piped down by a man who talks with his hands and growls her name like he own it. Messiah ain't like these New York dudes she's used to-he move different. Ain't loud, ain't flashy, but got that hood alpha energy that make her melt. She was supposed to be there for five days max... not fall in love with a Chi-Town gangsta who flips bricks and lifts her like she weightless. But when her past follows her to Chicago and his street life bleeds into their sex-fueled situationship, the line between love and lust starts to blur. He never chased women-especially not loud, sex-crazy, no-nonsense New York ones. But Kiki? She got him talkin' about "what we is" and pressin' her spot like he tryna build a future. But love between two people who been hurt don't come easy. And in a city full of secrets, money, and murder? Somebody always gotta pay.

Kiella Chasity Whyte, 26, survived a horrific tragedy as an infant when her parents were killed by unknown attackers while she remained in the vehicle, escaping unharmed. She was taken in and raised by her father's wife, who provided care, support, and guidance through her education. Motivated by her past and her passion for truth, Kiella grew into a driven investigative journalist. Aizen Valentino Kestrel, a notorious 22-year-old drug dealer, grew up with as normal a life as his mother, a former surgeon, and his father, a retired contract killer, could provide. Yet despite their efforts, he gravitated into the very life his father once led, and tried to shield him from. Unlike his father, who was led astray by friends, Aizen chose this path himself, and there's no way in hell he's leaving it. When their worlds unexpectedly collide, neither Kiella nor Aizen anticipates the impact they will have on each other. A single encounter draws them into a connection that defies logic, blurs lines, and challenges everything they believe in, forcing them to decide whether what's growing between them will become their greatest strength or ultimately lead to their undoing.

Ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Yeah... I have. Don't recommend. I'm Lue'elle, by the way, call me Lue. Elle works too, honorable mention to my 'mom' for the name. Now, for the juicier part. Giordano? Definitely not my cup of tea. Let's just say I didn't like him. At all. But life, being the cruel little joke it is, decided to throw me and him into the same orbit. As if fate, or some sadistic writer, was testing how much hell a person can handle before they snap. One night. Wrong place. Wrong time. Turns out, hating him was the easier part. Actually, whatever this is between us might just drag you straight to hell... and back. Elle. Xoxo. Ranking🥇 #1 in Caribbean #1 in Jamaica

"What's it gonna take for you to know you're the only one that I want around? What's it gonna take for you to know you're the only one to hold me down? Girl, you don't know, that I know you should know Cause you don't know, you don't know, you don't know" A Bestfriend love story.

He only offered silence and smooth turns. But somewhere between late-night pickups and quiet glances in the rearview, a young woman with big dreams finds herself falling for the last man anyone would expect.

Lily Malen was never meant to be seen. She was trained to obey without question. To smile on command. To lie still and survive the kind of hell that strips a girl of her name, her past, her voice. She was property. Invisible. Disposable. Until she ended up in his house. Adrian Rossetti lives in a world of cold steel and quieter sins-where power is currency, loyalty is bought in blood, and monsters wear silk ties. At twenty-two, he's already carved his name into the underworld with bone-deep precision. Emotionless. Untouchable. Absolute. Lily is a mistake. One the House should have buried. But Adrian sees her. And the moment he does, he doesn't want to let her go. Not to save her. To destroy her. To peel back the pretty, obedient layers and see what she looks like when she breaks. To ruin the untouched thing fate dropped in his lap just to see if she bleeds differently. But Lily is softer than anyone he's known. And somehow, softer is worse. Because she isn't just breaking beneath him-she's making him feel. And Adrian Rossetti does not feel. He punishes. He controls. He owns. And if he's not careful, Lily Malen might ruin him first.

BOOK 1 OF ONE TIME !!!- AnayeeWp ★▪★▪★▪★▪★▪★★▪★★▪★▪★▪★▪★▪★▪★ Endure the love between 450 & Jada Kingdom. Live in the story. A Jamaican love,crime, family and regular daily life story with many POV'S! (I do not own the copyrights of the pictures & names used in the story). This story is a SHIP* between Jada kingdom & 450. This story is all my idea none of this is real. There might be changes to some aspects for the story to be more entertaining. Please enjoy the story . #jadakingdom #esq #450 #syndicate #jamaca #jamaicanstories #mhadjuvii

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

'𝐿iff up yuh skirt pretty girl🫣'

"𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙪𝙣, 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙩𝙘𝙝"