"This is wrong..." I breathed, but even to my own ears, it didn't sound convincing. My back was pressed against the hallway wall, his body just inches from mine, heat radiating between us. We could get caught. "Then stop me," Everest murmured, his voice tempting and low, swirling around me like smoke. "Tell me to back off. Say the word, and I will." I didn't move or speak. His gaze darkened as a grin crept in. The air between us thickened. It was getting harder to breathe. His fingers brushed along my collarbone, delicately. Then lower-slowly-trailing down to the center of my chest. I shivered beneath his touch. When his hand hovered just above my waistband, his fingertips grazing the fabric, I sucked in a breath. "Being this close to you..." he murmured, his voice turning me on more. His eyes flicked down to where his fingers toyed with the edge of my sweatpants. "Seeing you like this..." he leaned in, his breath brushing my skin, "it drives me crazy." What the hell have I gotten myself into? CONTAINS: bxb, mature themes, strong language, intersex, etc

Devin Archer is an angel, but apparently, he's not very angelic. Getting kicked out of heaven was a low point for him, he'll admit, but he's slowly learning about the human world through his job as an assistant coach for Mystic Falls High School's football team. Life takes a turn for Devin when Klaus Mikaelson rolls into town, shooting him lovesick puppy eyes and growling at anyone that steps too close. And the fallen angel is left wondering if he's sick, because he might just be starting to fall in love with the devil. Or, In which, Devin Archer both falls from Heaven and falls for Klaus Mikaelson.

Not sure yet but read! * I DONT OWN ANYTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH SHAMELESS. ONLY Y/N.

They say when you love somebody you should always treat them with nothing but love and respect. Well, I guess that only happens in the make-believe world because niggas isn't bout shit nowadays. I been with this man since I was 16, he was my first everything I loved him with all my heart. The sad thing about it is that even though he hurt me deeply I still love him I just can't shake this nigga. I think it's the charm yeah, it's the charm and that good hair. You know before he hurt me the way he did I should have been paying attention to all the signs.... My question to you is what would you do for that 4 letter word? Updates every Sunday!!!!🦄🩷💜 Start date: February 1st 2024 End date: December 29th 2024

"What do you mean?" I look up at him with wide tear-filled eyes. " I can't be with you anymore, you let yourself go. You don't have any sense of self, how could I even bring YOU around my co-workers?!" After 6 years with this man, he can't even look at me anymore. Sex is out of the question. How could you lie to the ones that you "love"? How could you hurt them, throw them aside like trash? "How could you." I'm making cover art for this book so cover will change {DO NOT STEAL MY BOOK}

"𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙"- 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙚𝙨

Kaito is a single mother of twins He's given them everything, but what if his everything isn't enough and they start wanting more. And what if the more they want is something or someone he can't have back in his life?

In 1950s Harlem, where racism, poverty, and secrets brew behind every closed door, eighteen-year-old Tariq Matthews is just trying to stay out of trouble. Raised by his strong-willed mother, he balances school, friends, and the heavy weight of survival. But everything changes the day he crosses paths with Alexander Moretti-a wealthy, ruthless, and much older Italian Mafia don. What starts as curiosity quickly ignites into a dangerous affair. Alexander is power, privilege, and temptation wrapped in expensive suits and hidden scars. He opens Tariq's world to luxury and risk, love and control-but loving a man like Alexander comes with a price. As Harlem buzzes with gossip, as church pews fill with whispers, and as violence creeps closer to their doorstep, Tariq must choose between the comfort of familiarity and the seductive pull of forbidden love. In a world that doesn't see them as human, can their love survive the weight of secrets, pride, and blood? A interracial gay romance set in 1952, gritty, raw and unforgettable.

"What youn understand the only things I care about is you and my son!"De said rising his voice "I know but-" mir started before he got interrupted "But nothing Amir"De said as he exhaled

"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬?" °°°°°°°° ⚠️WARNING!! HOMO TINGZ AHEAD!!⚠️ This story also includes gang violence, mental illness, and etc.