"You deserve to be happy E."

"Get yo scary ass in the closet!"

"He don't talk but that nîgga gets busy"

"If you ever come back I own you"

"𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢 i thought you was gone give up on me" ( there's no smut in this book )

"You're always talking about chocolate..." - his fingers slid under Sasha's chin, tilting his face up as he leaned closer, lips ghosting his ear - "but tell me, baby... would you let me find out if you're just as sweet?" Sasha blinking up at him, soft and wide-eyed, cheeks flushed: "Wha-? You're... you're weird," he mumbled, wriggling but not really pulling away, his little fingers gripping Dominic's shirt. Then, quieter, as his pout deepened. "...But you can't eat me. 'M not chocolate..." Dominic's lips curled into a dark, hungry smirk as he murmured back: "Oh, baby... you taste better than chocolate. And don't worry-" his fingers traced the line of Sasha's throat - "I don't plan on stopping at just one bite." ---- He was sugar in human form. Sweet. Fluffy. And a little messy around the edges. Sasha Clarke doesn't understand grumpy people - especially not the kind who glare at his chocolate cake like it personally offended them. But when a surly, sharp-eyed stranger mistakes him for his blind date and hijacks his afternoon, Sasha's world gets a whole lot more... interesting. Dominic Vale doesn't do sweet. Not desserts, not people, and definitely not wide-eyed little twinks who talk too much and lick frosting off their fingers without a care in the world. But there's something about Sasha - the way he giggles through his pouts, the way he makes everything soft and warm without even trying - that gets under his skin. He tells himself it's just a passing craving. But Sasha? Sasha plans to make sure Dominic gets hooked. A story of chocolate, sass, and a grumpy man who never stood a chance against sugar in human form.

Love me until I love myself -Lana del rey

World ended, zombies everywhere, and I'm stuck tryna figure out who the hell I can trust. Camp supposed to be "safe," but it's full of drama, lies, and people losin' their minds. And then there's Asaan-quiet, fine, mysterious. I ain't expect to catch feelings out here, but now it's like survival ain't just about killin' zombies. It's about who gon' ride for you when the dead close in.

𝙇𝙚𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙞, 𝙖 21-𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧-𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙗 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙘 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙. 𝙆𝙖𝙨𝙝, 𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙥𝙞𝙣, 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡, 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨, 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚.

Masai and Koda were supposed to kill each other. Leaders of rival gangs, raised by the streets, built on hate and loyalty. But when a setup turns into something deeper, they find themselves caught in a slow-burning connection that neither of them can explain. They're both dominant. Both dangerous. Both confused as hell. But the more time they spend together, the harder it gets to act like this ain't something. This ain't a love story. It's something... Crazy. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Then surprisingly, I wouldn't be upset." His voice lowered a notch. "But maybe I'm just crazy... right along wit you."