Her back rested upon his front, he wrapped one hand around her throat and the other hand cupped her heat. He leaned his tall frame down to her petite figure before letting out a low growl. "You better learn some respect before I fuck that tight pussy of yours." Ignoring the moisture between her legs and urge to be touched in ways she could never imagine, Dream spun around and mirrored his previous actions in an act of defiance and wrapped 𝗵𝗲𝗿 hand around 𝗵𝗶𝘀 throat, tip toed to reach his height and whispered in his ear... "I dare you bitch." _________☘︎︎♧︎☘︎︎_________ Dream Carter is a boss in a mans world and doesn't take shit from anyone but what happens when a certain 6'5 grey-eyed billionaire who is what every woman wants and what every man wants to be, walks into her life and turns shit upside down? well read to find out motherfucker. (completed and edited.) WARNING! MATURE CONTENT.

Kofi and Niyla meet and sparks fly instantly. He's never experienced real love and she has more than she knows what to do with. He's her dream man and she's his breath of fresh air. Follow the couple as they navigate through this new found love that knows no bounds. *Disclaimer: This is an insta-love. Do what you want with that information.

Destini is an obese woman who wants to lose weight. She meets a male physical trainer who she tries not to fall in love with. ---- At 33 years old, Destini Banks was finished with love. All it did was cause her drama and heartbreak. Every time love caught up with her, the men who claimed to love her cheated on her. She was never worthy in their eyes because she was a BBW. She was determined to lose weight and stay away from men who would only damage her heart again, and that included Cypress Williams. At 36 years old, Cypress Williams enjoys the bachelor life and being a physical trainer. He's not ready to commit to any woman, and that includes Destini Banks. In his opinion, women cheated just as much as men did. When Cypress meets Destini, he can't help but find her attractive. When she seeks help in losing weight and getting fit, he jumps at the chance to help her. When these two are together, sparks fly. Will they be able to put their prejudices aside and fall in love with one another? *Warning* Intended for 18+ readers. Mature content like sex and cursing.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚?

| 𝐚𝐫 • 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐫 | 𝟏. 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐀 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (EXTENDED SUMMARY INSIDE.)

He clenched his jaw, " Ephesian-" " You left me, remember?! You left me!" " I NEVER FUCKIN LEFT YOU, AIGH?! IM STILL FUCKIN HERE!" " NO THE FUCK YOU'RE NOT, ADONIS! YOU HAVENT BEEN HERE FOR ME FOR FUCKIN WEEKS! ALL THOSE TIMES I FUCKIN CALLED YOU, YOU WERENT THERE! WHEN I DIDNT EAT FOR THREE FUCKIN DAYS, YOU WERENT THERE! WHEN I HAD TO DEAL WITH MY BROTHER'S CONSTANT BULLSHIT, YOU WERENT THERE! YOU LEFT ME WITHOUT A FUCKIN EXPLANATION!" " THE FUCK YOU WANT ME TO DO?! HUH?! I CANT CHANGE WHAT THE FUCK I DID, IMANI! I CANT MAKE YOU CHANGE YA MIND ABOUT ME! SO WHAT THE HELL YOU WANT ME TO DO?!" He screamed in my face. I groan angrily, whirling around I speed walked to the front door. I hear the door slam open widely, then Adonis's voice in the background. " IMANI!" I stop in the middle of the road, " WHAT?!" " WHERE THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU GOIN?!" I turn back around, stomping in the direction of the empty parking lot. " AWAY FROM YOU! AWAY FROM EVERYTHING! I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS BULLSHIT!" _________________________ Sequel to ' Hating Miguel' * previously known as Loving Ephesian *

With my hand on the knob, I twist it open, but the action was interrupted by his voice echoing off the walls. " Come here," I look over my shoulder, " No, I'm not in the mood for this shit." I hissed. " I wasn't askin. Come. Here." He demanded. I huffed, slamming the door shut and leaning against the door. " What?" He gestures towards the seat, " Sit down." " No, I don't have to do a damn thing." I refused, standing far away from him as possible. I wanted to be nowhere near him. " Sit down or I'll sit you down myself." He warns, glaring at me. ------------ #1 in urban romance #1 in black love #1 in glory to God #1 in bwbm #1 in lotsofdrama

"I want you so much it's driving me insane," he said quietly, his voice rougher now, stripped of control. "Every time you walk into a room, I feel it. Every time you look at me with those eyes..." His jaw tightened. "You have no idea how badly I want to lose control with you." A shiver ran down my spine. "Then why are you fighting it?" I asked softly, stepping closer. He stepped back immediately, as if my presence burned him. "You don't understand," he muttered. "I understand enough," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "You want me. I want you. So what's the problem?" His dark gaze snapped to mine. For a moment, something dangerous flickered in his eyes, something raw and almost frightening. "The problem," he said slowly, "is that men like me ruin women like you." The words hung heavy in the air. I frowned. "You don't get to decide that." He laughed once, but there was no humor in it. "If you knew the things I've done... the things I'm capable of..." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "You wouldn't be standing this close to me." "I'm still here," I said quietly. That seemed to affect him more than anything else I'd said. His eyes softened for the briefest second before the wall came back up. "That's exactly the problem." Silence fell between us. Thick. Heavy. Electric. Finally, he turned away from me as if the sight of me physically hurt him. "I'm not the man for you, Jessica." My chest tightened painfully. "And you don't get to decide that either," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. He didn't answer. He just walked away.

Nyomi is hired by a mutual friend to help Khaiem expand his art lounge into a lifestyle brand. She plans to keep things professional-especially since she's still healing from a controlling ex who almost ruined her career. But Khaiem's creative, confident energy disarms her, and he's intrigued by her quiet power. What starts as creative brainstorming sessions at midnight turns into heated arguments, laughter, and stolen touches. But when her ex reappears, and Khaiem's old trust issues resurface, they'll have to choose if love is worth risking their carefully rebuilt lives.

Elena Romano, a fierce and unyielding lawyer, becomes the only person who can keep Tristan Valenti, a notorious and untouchable mafia kingpin, out of prison. But as she's drawn deeper into his dangerous world, she discovers that the battle isn't just about saving him from the law-it's about saving him from himself. Yet in breaking every rule she's sworn to uphold, Elena risks losing more than her morals-she risks losing her heart to the man who might be beyond redemption. Melancholy - a bittersweet ache that lingers in the soul, like the taste of wine that's both bitter and intoxicating. It's the quiet storm of longing and loss, woven with moments of beauty so fleeting they hurt. Just like what Elena and Tristan want-something so consuming, it borders on destruction. Their love is jagged yet tender, a sanctuary wrapped in shadows where passion wars with despair. It's the sharp edges of love, the bruises of trust, and the haunting allure of wanting what might ruin you, yet never being able to let it go.