A live-in nanny, a married couple, and two kids who see everything. Averi was hired to help. She wasn't supposed to become a core part of their home. It was always temporary, until it wasn't. Now Lauren is reclaiming her space, the house feels different, and Jordan is learning that boundaries don't always blur loudly.

❛𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆,❜ 𝓼𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧 murmured, two fingers tilting her chin moving to drag slow over her bottom lip. 𝒋𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐲𝐧 tried to glare through her lashes-tried to keep her pride in front-but her breath caught and her lips parted anyway when his thumb traced the corner of her mouth, slow... possessive... like he was fixing her. ❛𝒕𝒖 𝒆𝒔 𝒂̀ 𝒎𝒐𝐢,❜ he whispered, lips grazing her ear, the French slipping out rougher than his control. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer like her body had decided before her mind could. He smirked against her mouth. ❛𝒃𝐨𝐧 𝒇𝐢𝐥𝐥𝒆.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Jordyn Gauthier never wanted her father's world. But when the estranged billionaire dies, he leaves her more than grief-he leaves her 𝟒𝟐% of a crumbling empire, a mountain of debt, and enemies she didn't know had her name on a list. The only way to stop bankruptcy? A merger with the rival firm. The rival CEO has one condition: Marriage. Sébastien Moreau is cold, calculated, and built like a warning;schedule-driven, sharp-tongued, and dangerously unreadable. He calls it strategy. A temporary contract. A public performance for investors. But Jordyn learns fast: The clause isn't just marriage. It's curfews. cohabitation. rules. surveillance. And the sickest part? He didn't choose her because of the company. He chose her specifically. Now she's living in his penthouse, smiling for cameras, playing wife in rooms full of sharks-while his touch starts feeling less like PR and more like ownership. And when the world gets too close... Sébastien doesn't just protect her. He claims her. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

They handed her to me in a silk dress and diamond collar. The spoiled Sokolov princess. The executioner's daughter. My wife. Kira Sokolov dances in chaos like it's a language she invented- spinning through Paris in stilettos, kissing danger with blood-red lips, dragging her demons behind her like a designer coat. She was meant to be my obligation. A Bratva arrangement sealed in blood and silence. I never wanted a wife. Especially not one with wild eyes, bipolar swings, and a mouth that lives to drive me insane. But now she's mine. My problem. My obsession. And when she falls apart in my arms- with whispers to ghosts and bruised apologies- I'll burn kingdoms to keep her breathing. Because no one touches what belongs to Ivan Smirnov. Not the bratva. Not her past. Not even her own madness. She was born royalty. But she'll die as something else. Mine.

Book One in the Between Series College was supposed to be simple. But what happens when friendship stops pretending to be just friendship? #1 - bgwb [03/2026] #1 - interracial [03/2026] #1 - polyamory [03/2026] ˗ˏˋ BETWEEN TWO FIRES ˎˊ˗ © by miss_euphoriic

"Did you miss me- aahhh!...Who are you?"i ask grabbing the nearest thing to cover myself. "I'm Marlowe,your new driver,"she says and her voice is ringing familiar bells but i don't know from where. She's taller than me by a lot and her short sleeved white shirt is giving quite the view of her tattoo filled arms. The right one only has some writing on it, maybe a name but it's too far for me to make out. "I'm so sorry I'll wait downstairs, i was looking for the guest bathroom,"she says with her hazel eyes meeting mine and it's like everything else has disappeared and I'm only here, with her. It feels like I've been here before. Marlowe and Maven were the power couple. She was her first thrilling Dangerous experience and Maven the first woman to tame her with just three words, "you are mine,". Three bold words to a ruthless Mafia boss. What happens when fate rips them from each other's arms, taking along Maven's memory of their shared love? Ps: please vote and comment;))

Two long-time best friends, Rae and Liv are both single and a little heartbruised when they make a casual pact one night after too many glasses of wine: "Let's hook up. Just until one of us meets someone." What begins as lazy Sunday morning kisses and middle-of-the-night cuddles slowly becomes something they never talk about-but always feel.

Shes the hardest rapper on the block. Shes the sweetest little baddie in the city. And somehow, Kane is totally whipped. Drama, teasing, rival crews, stolen kisses. One hood queen. One soft baddie. And chaos everywhere in between. #1 wxw (1/27/26) #1 loveinthestreets (12/2/25) #2 studxfem (12/2/25) #1 ganglife (12/5/25) #5 ganglife (12/2/25) #38 streetromance (12/2/25) #58 drillrap (12/2/25) #220 slowburn (12/2/25) #449 hoodlove (12/2/25) (REWRITE COMING APRIL 11, TAKING THE BOOK DOWN SO YALL CAN STFU ABT CHAPTER 18.)

Scarlet Moretti is deadly. A fighter, a racer... an assassin known only as Dusk. When her past drags her back to the Mafia family she never knew, she's forced to confront secrets, siblings she doesn't recognize, and a world of danger that won't let her escape. Xander, cold Mafia kingpin, wants nothing to do with her. Until he can't look away. Family. Power. Secrets. And one assassin who refuses to be tamed.

Letter Keeper follows Delia, a 22-year-old before-and-after school elementary teacher who, bored with the monotony of her life, decides to join a penpal program. When scrolling through letters, she stumbles upon Aubrey-an inmate who has been behind bars since he was 15, convicted of murdering his father after his father brutally killed his mother right in front of him. Now 25, Aubrey is months away from being released, and Delia's curiosity leads her to write him. As their letters grow deeper, Delia finds herself drawn into his complex world, uncovering the pain and trauma that have shaped him. But as Aubrey's release nears, Delia is left wondering if their bond can survive the transition from words on paper to reality-or if some walls can never come down.

❛𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆?❜ he asked, voice low like it wasn't meant for nobody but her. 𝒛𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐡 didn't speak, just tilted her head a little and stepped in close. she traced one of the tattoos on his arm, finger light like a whisper...when she finally looked up, slow and lazy, doe eyes glinting beneath her lashes--she kissed the corner of his mouth. once, twice--then pulled back. 𝒐𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 smirked. ❛𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒐.❜ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ She doesn't speak-not out loud, not anymore. Zariah Hart's been quiet since the night she lost everything, and moving to The Palisade at Skyview Apartments was supposed to give her a fresh start. No expectations. No questions. Just peace. But peace gets complicated when a man like Omarion Jordan starts showing up in it. He's nothing like she expected. Tatted, quiet, with eyes that read people better than they speak. A mechanic with a past he doesn't explain-and a presence that says more than his mouth does. He doesn't ask about her silence. She doesn't flinch at his reputation. Somehow, that's enough. What starts as simple glances turns into shared space. What feels like comfort turns to something neither of them planned for. But Atlanta doesn't forget what people try to bury. And sometimes, the loudest truth is the one you never say out loud. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓