What's home, if not the first place you flee from? What's love, if not that blazing, unexplainable feeling born from the ashes of hate? Reputable for her appeal, servility, and obsession with cartoons, Alaina is a workaholic immigrant doctor who's sworn off love. Scarred by her parents' past turbulent relationship, which left her emotionally guarded, she endures her family's relentless efforts to marry her off. Then one day, her tranquil world is set ablaze when she collides with a man who redefines arrogance. Davian Ash. Ruthless, enigmatic, and wealthy beyond comprehension. He's a businessman with a shadowy past, and a darkness that clings to him like an impenetrable skin. His piercing green eyes unsettle her. Her big brown eyes infuriate him. His arrogance leaves her off balance. Her quick wit angers and fascinates him. His broodiness chills her. Her quirky attitude irks him. They both despise each other, but the chemistry between them is undeniable. When she inadvertently takes something precious from him, Davian's revenge forces them into closer proximity, and the emotions they harbor grow even more intense. Despite the adversity he drowns her in, she and her subconscious can't help but fan-girl over him, craving things she knows she shouldn't. She tries to resist falling for a man like him. An embodiment of everything she fears, a mirror of the toxicity she vowed never to bear again. And yet, as he lets her unravel the layers of his harsh exterior, uncovering the raw humanity underneath, she's forced to confront an uncomfortable truth: the beast has a soul, and it's a soul she can't ignore. Will she prove everyone right once again about how weak she is and let him in? Forgive his transgressions, dare to love the man who turned her world into ashes? Did the flames he put her through destroy her, or did they transform her into something far stronger than anyone, including herself, could ever gave her credit for?

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢. Book One in the Bittersweet Series. Created: 27/12/18 Published: 16/02/19 Completed: 03/01/20 Edited: As of March 2022 Completed rewrite: 25/01/23

"I will feel it as deeply and express it as violently as I please."

He reminded her of a tiger- no a lion- always ready to pounce, never thinking once about their prey. Once upon a time, she was that prey. He hated her. He stalked her. He wanted her. She wanted him. They wanted each other. She was the gazelle, the wounded zebra the herd left behind. In other words, there was no way she was escaping this beast. But, somehwere in the mix of sex, hatred, and completely unnecessary outings, something else started to make itself know inside her. It made her want him more, and she already knew he wanted her with everything that was in him even though he refused that notion with every single fibre of his being. All the more, it was still there, and that left one thing. That one thing was to finally get together then, and now right? Wrong. It's all fun and games till somebody falls in love But you've already bought a ticket And there's no turning back now....

#1 In manipulation 8/12/25 #1 in poetic 8/12/25 #1 in bwwm 9/2/25 #2 in dark romance 9/3/25 #1 in high school drama 9/7/25 #1 darkskin 9/2/25 #1 in Stockholm 10/7/25 #1 in vote 10/17/25 Since people don't like to read tags I just wanna let yall know this is a DARK ROMANCE book. As in a abusive , manipulative relationship. ... Finally, he asked, "Why are you crying?" Yara didn't lift her head right away. She was used to being ignored, not spoken to. When she did answer, her voice was small. Almost a breath. "They forgot me again," she whispered. "Who?" "My parents. They were supposed to pick me up." He blinked once. "So?" She looked at him then, really looked. "They always forget." Adonis didn't nod. Didn't frown. Just sat back on his heels. There was no sympathy in his face, but there was something else. Interest. Recognition. He understood what it meant to be forgotten. He stood up and looked down at her. "Do you want to disappear?" The question hung in the air like a blade. Yara didn't answer. She didn't know how. But the silence between them said enough. Adonis nodded once. "Come on." She hesitated. And then, quietly, she got up and followed him into the woods- not because she trusted him, but because he was the first person who hadn't looked through her.

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. © 2022 kenziexwrites. all rights reserved.

Amira Hart was never meant to be part of the story. Not the public one, anyway. But behind every polished legacy is the girl no one talks about-the one who was loved in secret, then left in silence. For two years, Amira and Brooks Whitmore IV lived in that silence. He was the President's son, raised for cameras and campaign trails. She was the woman he chose when no one was watching. Their worlds were never meant to meet. The cards were stacked long before they kissed in the dark. Now, two years later, a wedding invitation arrives. His name is on it. So is hers. Told in fragments and flashbacks, His Secret is a quiet storm of a love story-about memory, erasure, and the women history tries to forget.

She thought he was the man of her dreams But he quickly turned out to be a nightmare. Mylene Henderson, the daughter of two general store owners, has had a crush on Sunset Cove golden boy, Chase Richards ever since she knew what a crush was. But there were three problems that came with that; She was black, he was white, they lived in 1968 North Carolina and her mother expressly forbade her from going after him. But when an accident brings them together, it was just the spark they needed to start the flames of their passionate and toxic relationship. 18+, DARK ROMANCE, CONTENT WARNING INSIDE, MINORS DNI

#1 in black 6/20/25 #1 in assassin 6/19/25 #3 in bwwm 6/15/25 They called her the Black Dahlia - a ghost, a myth, a merciless assassin raised by the Mexican cartel and vanished without a trace. But Eve'elynn Jones is no legend. She's flesh and blood. Vengeance and venom. And now that she's nineteen and free, she's back to burn every name that betrayed her - starting with her own family... and ending with the monster who made her. What she didn't plan for was him. Abel Jefferies Lanoun is thirty-two, ruthless, and born into the throne of the Italian mafia after his older brother was murdered in cold blood. Cold-hearted, sharp-eyed, and feared from New Orleans to Naples - he's a man who bends nations with a whisper. And right now, he's hunting the one person who could win his war against the Spanish - the elusive Black Dahlia. But when he finds out the killer he's chasing is a dark-skinned siren with silver eyes and fire in her blood... everything changes. She doesn't want him. He doesn't trust her. And neither of them realize that obsession is just another kind of war. When power meets beauty, and vengeance meets control - the line between love and hate will bleed