She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

18++ 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃. which was one word to describe them. "do you want to know what I'm about to do to you right now? i'm going to fuck you until these sheets are soaked in your tears and cum," her breath hitched as he kissed up the middle of her chest and neck. "i'm going to spell 'mine' with my dick inside you," amira whined, squirming her legs around his torso, feeling him rub against her slit. "i'm going to spell it with my tongue inside you, with my lips all over this mind-fuck body. i want you; amira decker, to know that you are going to be mine. whether you continue to fight it or not," he reached her ear, kissing her warm skin. "you are my future. you are the fucking mother of my future kids, you're the reason my dick wakes up in the morning. it's because i'm always thinking of you and sometimes i just can't help it," he kissed down her neck. "mine," he reached her breasts, using his tongue to spell the word with painfully slow licks. the teasing alone made her soak the bed more. "mine," he kissed down her heavy-breathing belly. spreading her legs apart, he used his thumbs to unfurl her lower lips. "mine," he said lastly, drawing a coat of saliva from his mouth and onto her pussy. amira gasped breathlessly as she felt the wetness melt between her clit. grabbing her thighs, his cold chain bracelets made her flinch. he ducked between her legs, the chain around his neck sliding across her slit making her twitch. "i want to destroy you tonight, cherish you later. but I'm still hungry, so first, i'm going to eat again," he muttered and dove straight into her sensitive spot, knowing exactly where it was like the first. his tongue slid, sucked, flicked, licked, and kissed creatively over and over her sensitive spasming clit. one lick and her entire body shook as she gasped in bliss pleasure. she cried, nearly tearing up the sheets above her head. ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐱𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

I want her to be mine and mine alone No one can have her except me "What an ass like damnn the way her body move as she bounced her ass off" The way how she gets shy when i look at her the way how she smiled when she's playing with my child the way how she warms my heart every time i look at her beautiful face Ohh how i wished she could be mine already, nooo not wished she will be mine not soon not ever now I can't wait to have her under me how she doesn't know what affect she have of me no thick woman has ever made me like this except her I am so obsessed with this woman i cant take it anymore i have to make her mine if i dont i think i will really kill myself or worse maybe something to her Ohh godd why is he staring at me like that and smirking why is my pussy getting wet every time he looks at me and why those hazel eyes make my heart beat so fast it's like it will pop out of my chest „How I wish he could be mine... but he'll never be, because I'm not perfect. I'm just an unknown woman with the biggest ass ever 🍑, and he probably only likes slim girls or ones who are just a little thick 🥺😖" Imani is shy, loving, and deeply insecure about her body, often wishing she were more like her confident best friend, Amoya. Though Amoya constantly reassures her of her beauty, Imani struggles to believe it. Their lives shift when they meet two charming men and their children, whose innocence draws them together. Through kindness, patience, and love, one man helps Imani shed her fears and discover her strength, confidence, and self-worth. Alessandro is dangerous, emotionally scarred, and hardened by a hateful ex-wife. His only priority is his son, Seth-until meeting Imani and Amoya. Drawn to the women his child adores, Alessandro feels his darkness weaken as obsession and desire take hold. Alongside Dimitri, he becomes determined to claim the women who changed everything.

"Stop apologising." So I did. Then I apologised for stopping. I'm the girl who eats lunch alone and tells herself she chose it. A girl who's never been kissed, who hides behind books and oversized jumpers and a smile that says please don't look at me. Malakai Vashko looks at me anyway. Six foot seven, Russian, with knuckles that never heal and eyes the colour of something cold and far away. He fights men twice his size for money and walks out of rooms without explaining himself to anyone, and his enemies have learned not to come for him. They come for the people standing next to him instead. He told me he didn't need a friend, and to stop looking at him like he might be one. I should have listened. But I'd already caught him trying to buy flowers for someone who couldn't receive them anymore, and something in me understood him before my brain caught up. He hides with silence and fists. I hide with silence and books. I didn't fix him and he didn't save me, but the night I grabbed an underground boxer by the hoodie outside a corner shop and told him to stop, something started that neither of us knew how to end. "I don't do this," he told me. "I don't let people in." He still doesn't smile. But he stayed. ------------------ ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

She's been at his hip. Ever since that day he saved her from the mean big kids. That day he saved her, he knew she was his. Even if they were so young. When he left, she felt damaged. Broken. Torn. She thought she would never see him again. 8 years pass... And he's back. And back for her, and her only.

"𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨" 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐩 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. Every nerve in my body tingled with anticipation, and i found myself surrendering to the intense sensations coursing through me. He moved his hands lower, trailing them down to my hips before sliding them under my dress. I gasped as his fingers grazed over my delicate skin down there, inching closer and closer to my most intimate area. "I'm waiting for an answer Tesoro" (¯'·._.··¸.-~*'¨¯¨'*·~-.After a chance encounter four years ago, head chef Luna never forgot the mysterious man who swept her off her feet. Fate would once again bring them together, but this time, things would be different - and far more dangerous..-~*'¨¯¨'*·~-.¸··._.·'¯) Highest rank 🏆 #2 in attraction #1 in sweet #2 in interracial

(Mature Audiences)Zariah Jones just graduated college and was ready to start her dream job-until her father drops a bombshell: she's been promised in marriage to a man she's never met. But not just any man. Czar Kuzmich. Head of the Russian mafia. Cold, brutal, and untouchable. Known for making grown men disappear and never cracking a smile, Czar doesn't seem like the fairytale ending Zariah had in mind. Yet the moment they meet, sparks fly-burning hot enough to scorch everything in their path. He's possessive. Dangerous. Addictive. And Zariah? She's the only one who dares to challenge him. What starts as an unwanted arrangement quickly spirals into obsession, secrets, and something far more terrifying than love. Because Czar Kuzmich doesn't just claim wives. He owns them. And Zariah has no idea what it means to belong to a man like him.

(The rest of my main characters in other books are not described and are meant for the reader to imagine however they want. But this story is specifically bwwm as I was asked to create) Willow, a soft and innocent goody two shoes who is just trying to make ends meet to support herself and her dad, takes up a new job as a maid in one of the richest neighborhoods in the city. She expects it to be like all of the other cleaning jobs she's had until she finds out her new boss has a son her age. Isaiah, the menacing bad boy who isn't used to the rich life. He's actually used to much worse, and it shows. Although she thinks the two are too different and Isaiah isn't the kind of person or lives the kind of lifestyle Willow is used to, she finds herself being around Isaiah increasingly often, contrary to his seemingly bad influence. Can she handle it? (Warning: story contains smutt scenes, second hand embarrassment worthy scenes, and mature language)

That family is filled with nothing but horrible people. The Russos, one of America's and Italy's most opulent families. Everyone fears and respects them. Although they're very well-known, nobody truly knows how dysfunctional that family is. That is, until Lia Hale gets caught up with one of the Russo quadruplets. Eliomar Russo, the oldest, not to mention the heir to the Russo empire. ~ "The world doesn't revolve around you, Elio," I heard Francesca say to her brother. "Can't you just be open-minded for once?" Ellie sounded annoyed. Whatever it was the two were discussing, I think it had something to do with Elio and I's relationship. Highest Rankings: #1 in swirl #1 in wealthy #7 in celebrity #1 in bgwb #1 in wmbw #4 in interracial #1 in money 9/29/2022 #14 in teen fiction #1 in billionaire 9/18/2022 #6 in rich 9/29/2022

She was supposed to be terrified. Instead, she treated the kidnapping like a vacation. After years of hiding behind fake smiles, oversized sweaters, and exhausting normalcy, Naomi no longer remembers what it feels like to truly relax. Her quiet office job is draining, people are unbearable, and pretending to be ordinary every single day is slowly suffocating her. Then she gets abducted by a massive Russian assassin with blood on his hands and winter in his eyes. Oddly enough? It's the most peace she's felt in years. But Viktor isn't just a killer. He's a survivor of a classified government experiment created by the one man Naomi spent her childhood admiring: her father. Once celebrated as a genius scientist specializing in chemical weapons and psychological conditioning, Naomi's father vanished after a catastrophic incident years ago, leaving behind destroyed lives, buried secrets, and men turned into weapons. Men like Viktor. Now powerful organizations believe Naomi unknowingly carries the final key to her father's research hidden somewhere inside her memories. Viktor was ordered to kidnap her. Interrogate her. Break her if necessary. He fully intended to. Until the quiet black woman he expected to fear him looked around his isolated cabin and calmly asked if there was food. The longer Naomi stays in captivity, the more dangerous their connection becomes. Behind her soft voice and exhausted smiles hides a mind trained from childhood to wear masks, conceal intelligence, and survive at all costs. And Viktor is beginning to realize something horrifying: The scientist who created him may have created Naomi, too. Just in a different way. 🕯️