"What the fuck are you crying for?" He asks, gripping my neck tighter as tears rolled down my cheeks. "People cry when the dick is good!" I snapped. He darts his tongue out to wet his lips and I can see the tongue piercing clear as day. "My dick that good, darling?" I nod, "Your tongue is even better." I spread my legs and tilt my head. "So shut up and clean up the mess you made between my legs." He chuckles and smirk, "Yes ma'am. After all, your word is my law." Checkmate. ®

"He'd burn the whole world down till he could dig me out of the ashes." I was ready to start a new life. After graduating at the top of my class, I finally had everything. My apartment. My gallery. A perfect boyfriend. Basically, I was living my dream life and I was loving every second of it. But then in came him. And then chaos occurred. All great love stories were supposed to have a happy ending. Mine did too, until he came along. This is the tale of how he found me, how he stole me, and how he lost me. I was a damsel, one who already had her white knight. But every fairy tale had a villain, someone waiting in the wings to rip it all down. A scoundrel who would set the world on fire if that meant he got what he wants. It was me. He wanted me. You know, they say it was bad when you fall for the wrong guy, but the thing was, it was worse when the wrong guy falls for you. WARNING: Contains sensitive topics like cheating. Also contains mature/sexual content and situations that some people might find offensive so it is intended for mature audience only. [18+ content]

Kane Knox is a fuck em and leave em type of guy, being known for being ruthless and heartless had its advantages. He doesn't have time for relationships, especially when his main focus is getting money. Raven Johnson didn't take shit from anyone, no matter how big or small, she is a firecracker. Moving from Detroit to Los Angeles was a huge change. With her fire attitude and her slick mouth, she was bound to get herself into something she couldn't get her ass out of.

He had it all. Fame. Fortune. The cars, the houses, the women. The world cheered when he walked into a room. Every headline praised his game. Every city knew his name. But when the lights dimmed and the parties ended, he went home alone. Every time. Because the truth was-he didn't have love. Not the kind that stays. Not the kind that sees past the fame. Not the kind that makes you want to be more. Until he met Draya. She wasn't impressed by his fame. She didn't care about the cars or the cameras. She was busy-working double shifts at the hair salon , raising her son with fierce devotion, building a life from the ground up. Quiet, graceful, and far from the drama his world was filled with. She didn't need him. That's what shook him. But he needed her. In her presence, he found something the spotlight never gave him: peace. She made him want to slow down. To protect, to grow, to be a man worthy of her and her little boy who started to look at him like a hero. But not everyone wanted to see him change. The tabloids started digging. Old flames stirred up noise. People said she was after his money, his name, his fame. She didn't flinch. She didn't speak. She just stayed grounded-for her son, for herself. And that's when he knew: He'd had everything. But she was the only thing he ever truly wanted.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚⋆. Elara Moon is drunk in Vegas, married by morning, famous by noon. That's a wild one. And she's got the song to prove it. ⋆. 𐙚 ˚⋆. graphics by -dearbrookes

I already knew what kind of man Theo Henshaw was. One who wasn't interested in being a father, one who would rather party and drink and whore his way around London than take on his responsibilities. But raising a motherless, grieving three-year old is expensive, and I needed his financial help. That's the least the man could do after all this time of not even a word from him. Only, it turns out my late best friend hasn't been entirely honest with me about Theo's interest in his daughter. Or his knowledge that Pippa even exists. So having given him the shock of his life, Theo and I now need to find a way to work together and do what is best for Pippa. But my preconceived notions about Theo quickly crumbles as I get to know him, and the man behind the public façade is something entirely different. Something I might need and will find it hard to leave behind when it's time for me to move on.

"Why are u looking at mi like that Imani" I look up at him through my thick lashes. He move towards me slowly while I step back until my back touch the cold wall. He place his two muscular hands on each side of the wall and his minty breath blow against my ears. "Because I want to Amanda u are mine and only mine even though I'm a Don of Mountain View and I do illegal business I will protect u if u let me" He run his long tongue against my ears making me shiver. °◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇°◇° Amanda Anderson is a 21 year old University student who attend The University of the West Indies who work and study to help her self through school and her personal life. She had a rough path in life because after the death of her parents she is on her own trying to be strong. Imani Williams is a 23 year old Drug dealer who owns 2 night clubs and 5 business places in Jamaica and 2 in the United States. He knows nothing about love only thing he know is money and only money. {If you wanna know more let's read and please read at your own risk}

The cold man fell in love with the kind girl because he knew that she deserved the world and that he wanted to be the one who gave it to her. ♡ Alette Faye was a sweet girl. She was exceptionally kind and had an air of simplicity. Between her part-time job at the bakery, her classes, her time spent tending to her flowers and walking in the fields, she didn't get the opportunity to experience much. Her past created fears in her that she seemingly couldn't overcome, and then she met him. For when she meets him, she should have run away in fear, but she stayed. She stayed and she opened her big heart for a man who found his heart, just for her. ♡ This story is a little cliché, a lot unedited, and super simple.