There are unwritten rules. But you know what they say, rules are meant to be broken.

In the glittering cage of Buckingham Palace, Prince William reigns supreme-charismatic, untouchable, and utterly ruthless. The heir who was never meant to be king wears his crown like a weapon, and his fiancée, Lady Beatrice, is nothing more than a perfectly polished accessory: safe, suitable, invisible. Until he sees Ayana. A maid with ebony skin that gleams like forbidden silk and curves that mock the starched severity of her uniform. One stolen glance across marble halls, and the prince's world narrows to obsession. The crack of glass in his hand. Blood on his palm. A hunger that tastes like ruin. He is power incarnate. She is the help-untouchable involved every way that matters. But William doesn't ask. He takes. As the engagement ball looms and the palace whispers of duty and decorum, the prince begins rewriting the rules. Beatrice's smile will shatter. The crown will tremble. And Ayana-sweet, unaware, breathtaking-will either become his salvation... or the spark that burns the monarchy to ash. A dark royal romance of possession, forbidden desire, and a man who would destroy empires for the one woman he can never have.

Raya Monroe, a 25-year-old Black woman with long blonde hair and eyes dulled by years of surviving a harsh, loveless life, never believed in magic. She found solace only in books-especially ones about fairies and elves, where beauty bloomed and destiny meant something. One night, she falls asleep with a tattered fantasy novel pressed to her chest... and awakens in a stone church beneath stained glass skies, surrounded by strangers who call her Arcane-a rare fairy with healing power strong enough to mend the broken world. But the people who summoned her didn't save her-they imprisoned her. To them, she's a tool. A weapon. A means to an end. Then comes Prince Syrius, a golden-haired royal with soft lies and cruel hands. He promises love-but only gives control. Just when hope seems lost, she's rescued by Ten Exiled Elves, each a mystery, each scarred by the realm's twisted fate. They do not want to use her. They want to follow her. Now, Raya-no, Arcane-must decide: Will she continue healing a world that only seeks to break her? Or will she rewrite the story she woke up in-with the ten beautiful, dangerous Elves who would destroy the world to keep her safe?

The candlelight was dancing around his skin now, too, as he stood there, still shirtless, exposing all of those muscles that she'd licked down and kissed up so much since the middle of May. Those were the same muscles she'd had countless wet dreams and day dreams about when she'd been locked up. Amusement had Carmen giggling as she thought to herself, And look at us now. Well, whaddya think?" Carmen asked, arms spread as she turned in a slow circle for him. Chance let out a low whistle that had her skin burning, and god, his voice was so gravely and even deeper than usual. A shiver slid down her spine as he said, "Bend over." As she planted her feet on the carpet, legs closed, she did as he requested. As her fingers brushed the carpet, she looked down at them, took in how they were shaking with excitement before she turned her head over her right shoulder so she could see his expression. She was glad she did. With the way that her boyfriend's face was twisted up, if she didn't know him, she'd have thought that he was grimacing in pain, not raw need. "I think I'm the luckiest fucking man on the face of the earth," He all but growled, eating up the distance between them in a few long and hurried strides. ~*~ You could say that Carmen and Chance are... pen pals. His momma calls her Birdie. After Wesley, a mutual friend between the pair, recommends that Carmen reach out to a skeptical Chance, a friendship blooms into much more. COPYRIGHT 2016-2026 to _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE

After fifteen years of marriage, Yvonne and Baker's once-perfect love is shattered by betrayal. As Yvonne rebuilds her life and Baker confronts the choices that tore them apart, fate gives them an unexpected chance to rediscover what remains between them. A story of heartbreak, healing, and the power of second chances. 💕💕💕 Thank you all so much for your incredible support! Unfortunately, it has come to my attention that someone is plagiarizing my stories and posting them on other apps. If you come across any of these instances, please report them immediately. I want to clarify that I would never charge for these stories-they are something I genuinely enjoy sharing with you all for free 🫶🏾.

COMPLETED ✔ "Damn she's thick." We both hear. I move to step over towards him. Eureka holds my arm drawing my attention back on her. She gets on her tippy toes. I brace forwards to cut the gap between us. Eureka holds around my neck putting her face to my ear. That's when I hear her whisper. "There's no need for you to get upset. He can only look, and not touch because I'm yours." I stiffen in my jeans. Getting aroused from her boldness. But I take it one step further. Gripping her neck. Detka holds my arm tighter. Lighty moans where only I can hear. I stand up straighter holding her against me by her neck. Looking at the cashier who is still watching her. I cough getting his attention. "Uhmm. Thank you but our groceries won't ring up themselves." He looks at me now. I smirk at him, taking Eureka's hand. "Also it's not nice to stare at what isn't yours." Eureka squeezes my hand. "Behave." She mutters. I ignore her and finish unpacking what's left. What folks are commenting "I love the story it's different from other stories I read. It'a so refreshing just seeing two people fall in love without all the drama. I love how they communicate with each other and how they plan to be with each other forever." ~ @melanin_poppin7 "I have loved this story from the start. Their journey has been exciting in that its been between two folks just living an everyday we can relate to but still so attention keeping." ~ @787ralexis "This chapter was on fire 🔥!! Kira is everything!!" ~ @TrinkyWiggy "I swear I've read this book 5 times already but it's an experience of love and respect I love it sooo muchhhhhh" ~ @zozoDabanana Cover made by Chrissy_too_nice22 Highest rankings #1 goodbook #1 architecture #5 thick #5 curvy #6 white #7 interracial #10 romance

Arielle built her empire from the ground up. Campus athletes sit in her chair. Her schedule stays full. Her pockets stay heavy. She doesn't chase. She doesn't fold. And she definitely doesn't date clients. Cole Preston didn't plan on being distracted. Between football, family, and proving himself, women were never the priority. Until her. One haircut turns into late-night DMs. Late-night DMs turn into campus tension. And suddenly, the girl who doesn't need anyone is the only one he wants to impress. The only problem? None really. She just THINKS brunette Cole wouldn't want her dark skin self. But heavy feelings don't stay in for too long .................................................................. "I need you mama" he breathes me in his lips still on my neck moving slowly. "I can't breathe knowing you're not around" "I can't sleep knowing you're not around" "I can't eat knowing you're not around" His words seem to affect me more when they're murmured against my neck. "I need you Arielle" .................................................................. #1 in cosmetology 4/10/26 #1 in ilovehim 4/10/26 #1 in iloveher 4/10/26 #1 in wbbg 4/10/26 #2 in yearn 5/8/26

After moving to Chicago to start a new life, Sveya isn't looking for nothing beyond a fresh start. Between church, school, and learning how to exist without losing herself, her life feels limited...until she meets Solomon.

Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?

Antonio Viktor Cross. The lead singer and guitarist in the band "Ecstasy". After years of constantly being on the road and never knowing the warmth of a woman that wanted him for him instead of his money, he's tired. When the band takes a break from the road in order to prepare for their world tour he meets Imanni, A beautiful brownskin woman with a heart of gold. He's shocked when he finds out she has no idea who he is or that his band exists. He takes his chance and asks her out, surprised when she agrees. He makes the decision to keep his "Superstar identity" a secret out of fear that he'll lose Imanni or she'll change her tune about him. Will things work out for him and Imanni? Or will his lies push Imanni into the arms of someone else?