Assistant during the day, and a stripper by night. With loans that needed paying off, Samai had to work two jobs to make ends meet. Recently catching the eye of her boss Lorenzo Moretti, she tries her best to resist him, but Mr. Moretti is persistent. He always get what he wants and he wants her. How long will Samai be able to resist the charms of Lorenzo?

"What do you want?" Silas asked in a low voice. His blue eyes raked over my frame causing me to lose my breath momentarily. "You," I breathed, my eyes darting between the two men in front of me. "I want both of you." Aries smirked, a smug look on his face. "And who are we to stop you?" ⋙ Twenty three year old Natalia Maruo moves into a new apartment unaware that her two roommates are incubi fresh out of hell.

"Whether you like it or not, and I'm ready to collect what's mine and You? Are MINE." MATURE CONTENT. Astoria Evans. She was anything but normal. Orphaned at a young age and continuously bullied at school that she even had to run from her birth place with her grandmother. Then she realises that she could see the supernatural and no one would believe her? Ghosts;The Dead, Anything. She saw them plain as day. She knew was different from the rest but after a stranger comes and turns her world upside down, she doesn't know what to believe. She knew she was special, but only thing she didn't know yet was she was the one Fate destined for the Big Angry God Downstairs. Pluto Being the antisocial god he is, he never expected to be suddenly summoned from the very brother he hated and despised. Then it was announced, his mate was to be born in 1000 years time? Of course, no less than one of the newer generation gods would do. So imagine his surprise when the goddess of love says his fated is a weak, flesh mortal. He storms out on this news not believing his ears. What sick fucking joke was this? 1017 years have passed since then and though she may be mortal but she's still his. And he was ready to collect what's his. ♡♡♡♡ Pluto pulled his black mask up, and looked coldly in Astoria's eyes. "I'll be back," He spoke. "Don't do anything stupid or I'll spank you." "But-" Pluto looked back at her harshly, "But what?" "You're not the boss of me." Astoria rose from her chair and stood in front of him poking him in the chest. Pluto caught her hands and leaned closer to her ear, "Don't hit me unless you want me to fuck you so hard in that bed until you can't move ever again." Astoria stared at his slashed eye and saw he was dead serious, Pluto released her with chuckle. He dragged down his body suit to his collarbone where it shone a bright purple with an evil glint in his dark eyes, "You may not think you're mine but your cunt sure does."

on the official wattpad page's reading list for black stories📖📚 She escaped her past in stilettos. He brought her back in boots. Gianna Sinclair built a glamorous life in Los Angeles-designer clothes, celebrity clients, and a reputation that sparkled as bright as the Hollywood sign. But beneath the polish lies a past she buried long ago in Prairie View, Texas-a sleepy town filled with dusty roads, painful memories, and a little sister she left behind. When her grandmother passes, Gianna is forced to return home for the first time in years. There, Gini-hurt, angry, and grieving-greets her with sharp words and deeper wounds. One explosive argument later, Gianna storms off, intent on leaving Prairie View for good. But fate as other plans. Only one wrong turn lands herself stranded on the backroads of open fields. Where she meets Weston Reid. Rugged. Quiet. Cowboy to the bone. Weston isn't looking for trouble, but trouble sure looks good in designer heels and ruined curls. He saves her. She challenges him. And as Gianna's glamorous world crashes into his rugged one, sparks fly hotter than the Southern sun. But love in Prairie View isn't simple. There are secrets buried deeper than the Texas clay. And Gianna will have to decide if she's willing to trade fame and fashion... for a second chance, a hometown healing-and the kind of love that doesn't give a damn about headlines. WARNING: Erotica Content

"Jesus Christ." I called out, this was the first time I was finding out my body could be so sensitive, I was so used to the five pumps and done but James was showing me something different, he was showing me to myself. "He can't help you now." His husky voice had whispered.

he was certifiably insane and dark,she was Batshit crazy and beautiful. Together they will burn the city of new York down to nothing but ashes. she was his blood queen an he her new york king. description as well as characters will be posted in the first chapter tell me what you think.

Most love stories start before the fireworks-before the passion, before the chaos. But not this one. Youssef El-Masri is the ruthless king of the Egyptian Mafia, worshipped and feared in equal measure. His empire is soaked in blood, his throne forged from bone and gold. And ruling right beside him is Nafisa Monroe-a stunning, sharp-tongued Black woman with queen energy so potent, entire cities kneel in her presence. She's not his weakness-she's his mirror, his madness, his equal in every way. Married, madly in love, and dangerously codependent, Youssef and Nafisa are the very definition of chaos in perfect harmony. They make war in the morning and love by moonlight. They speak in bullets, kiss through blood, and protect each other with the fury of a thousand suns. But when an old enemy resurfaces, threatening the empire they've built and the trust they've sworn in blood, the couple must decide how far they'll go to protect what's theirs. Their love is toxic to some, terrifying to many-but to them, it's the only thing pure in a world of shadows. Steamy. Savage. Unapologetically unhinged. Crowned in Crimson is a twisted, addictive love story about two dark souls who found light only in each other-and dared to burn the world for it. For readers who love: ✓ Mafia royalty power couples ✓ Black heroines with goddess energy ✓ Steamy scenes mixed with bullet casings ✓ Healthy love... wrapped in unhealthy levels of violence ✓ Ride-or-die romance to the grave and beyond #5 in Bloody

A simple night out to celebrate her friends engagement changes Delilah's life forever. She goes from being a quiet wed developer to being hunted by mafia don intent on keeping her beside him. this contains scenes that maybe unpleasant to some. there will be violence and explicit scenes. If you do not like please do not read. I do not tolerate bullying if any kind and will quickly stop it or delete my story. Thank you

Everything has a price. Even love. Billionaire heir Taeyong Lee built his empire on control-until his family threatens to take it all away. To protect everything he's built, he needs an heir. No love. No attachments. Just a deal. Imani Blake is brilliant, grounded, and nothing like the women in his world. But when she's drawn into his proposition, their arrangement blurs into something neither of them can contain. One offer. One secret. One temptation that could cost them everything. ✨ Highest Rankings:✨ #1 Drama | #1 Black Woman | #2 Asian | #5 Interracial ➡️ 18+ Recommended. Content warnings included where appropriate. Check out their journey in song or search VibesWithLex on Spotify ⬇️ https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4nLnWmdrh1h0eIQPyMODGy?si=85rqigJaSuqdOjz0MllNmw&pi=K8pYiQsERoW0O Book trailer on my YT: https://youtube.com/shorts/veEQalXqX6o?feature=share

[Excerpt]: "Does it bother you?" He asked, after an incisive moment of silence. "Does...what bother me?" I immediately returned, unable to decipher the objective behind the closed-ended question. "The way I stare. At you." He pondered, as his dark gaze studied my flushed appearance. Glowering down at me from a modest distance above, I was sure he could uncover every last one of my veiled secrets with one of his enigmatic looks. The way his midnight gaze steadily roamed across my unassuming frame had caused my body to ignite from within, but it also spawned me to wonder what about the man aroused such pronounced feelings from me. "Yes." I finally responded in a fragile voice I barely recognized as my own. Rather than acknowledge the closeted remark, he smoothly strutted forward until his body was crouched directly in front of mine. Our faces were now jarringly closer than they'd been mere seconds ago, allowing me to analyze the perfectly smooth ridges of his unblemished features. "Good." He concluded, as his melancholy orbs drifted to my stilted lips. **Contains mature/adult content