❝Can't have anybody knowin' I fuck witchu.❞ 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 • /ɪˈlɪsɪt/ 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 something forbidden, secret, or morally questionable-like a relationship, action, or desire that goes against the rules, whether societal, legal, or personal.

🔎 "I'm always gonna be a part of you," Omar murmured, tracing his fingers down her spine. His lips ghosted over her neck, slow and deliberate. "No matter where you go, no matter what happens-you'll feel me there." Kennedi shivered beneath his touch, her heart racing Then-he kissed her. Slow. Final. ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ Kennedi Wright wasn't looking for love when she met Omar Grant. But from the moment their paths crossed, he was everything she didn't know she needed-charming, protective, intoxicating. Their romance burns fast and bright, pulling her into a love story that feels too perfect to be real. But beneath the surface of the city, something dark is lurking. Black women in D.C. are vanishing-taken while going about their everyday lives. Their bodies are later found mutilated, their voices stolen forever. The city is gripped by fear, but as the police scramble for answers, the killer continues to hunt. Kennedi tells herself she's safe. She has Omar. She has love. But monsters wear many masks. And when the truth comes to light, love turns to horror, trust turns to fear, and survival becomes the only option. ⸻ ⚠ Content Warnings: This book contains themes of violence, murder, stalking, physical and psychological abuse, misogyny, racial violence, sexual situations, pregnancy, and abortion. Reader discretion is advised. Released: 03/15/2025

Ennessey Brown is tired of putting up with the same kind of guys who don't want the same things in life as her. After many failed relationships, she finds security with her on-again/off-again boyfriend who treats her well. Until she meets a man that is different from the usual guys she messed with. A man who is all about his business and knows what he wants. And he has every intention of making Ennessey his Queen of Hartz.... RoyalBree Production ©️ JUNE 2023 #1 SelfDiecovey #4 BlackRomance

✨ She built a brand. He built a wall. Now they're both learning how to love past the pain. ✨ Allure King is more than a face-she's a force. A world-renowned model and influencer with a multi-million dollar empire built on beauty, resilience, and control. But behind the flawless photos and fierce reputation lies a woman quietly unraveling. After years of loyalty, love, and sacrifice, she finds herself publicly betrayed by the man she gave everything to-NBA star Malik James. Enter Romelo Creed. Fresh out of prison and trying to outrun the shadows of his past, Romelo takes a job protecting Allure... only to find himself drawn to the fire in her spirit, and the sadness in her silence. He's rough around the edges, deadly when necessary, but soft when it matters most. As her bodyguard, he was supposed to protect her from the world. He never expected she'd be the one to save him. What starts as tension turns into trust. What feels like lust begins to blur into something deeper. But Malik isn't finished-his stunts grow bolder, and the past refuses to stay buried. As the media stirs the drama and secrets begin to surface, Allure and Romelo are forced to confront the one thing they've both been avoiding: How do you protect a heart that's never felt safe? Love was never in the plan. But fate doesn't care about plans.

Lay'lani's life been hell behind closed doors-pretty smiles covering bruises, silent cries no one ever hears. Her boyfriend Man-Man? Ain't just abusive... he's obsessed. Controlling. Feared in the streets. And when she finally tries to leave, he makes one thing clear-if he can't have her, nobody can. Then Da'joun steps in. Lowkey but dangerous. The one who sees through her pain. He never asked to fall for her-but now that he has, he'll do anything to protect her... even if that means killing for her. Now with a baby on the way, enemies circling, and Man-Man hunting her like prey-every moment is borrowed time. This ain't just a love story... It's survival. How far would you go to protect the one you love... when love itself could get you killed?

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."

BOOK 2 I was too busy gripping the sheets, moaning to argue with this dumbass. "Fucking love how you sound,ma," he murmured? his lips brushing against my ear. "Only for me, right?" "Y-Yeah," I stammered, barely able to form fucking words. "Damn right," he said, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his dick. THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED ‼️

I lived next to a Mafia Boss. No no wait. Let me explain. He was my neighbor. My cute and charming neighbor with an equally charming accent. So how did one night of spontaneous sex suddenly turn into something more? started: nov 01 2018 ended: feb 03 2021

I'm my bosses new temp in the office, or you could say temptress. Shawn is a married man what we're doing is wrong, I know it is, but the longer this goes on, the harder it is to resist him. (Warning, I wrote this many years ago, my writing skills weren't quite up to par)

A Beautiful young woman, and a hardcore but gentle thug; What could go wrong? THIS IS NOT MY STORY. STORY IS FROM THEBEYHIVE.COM