Maybe I don't need to fix him. Maybe I just need to understand him.

A fictional three part series telling the life story of Karma Young , younger sister of Dr.Dre and the First Lady of Ruthless and her legendary career before her untimely and tragic death.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 ❦ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 The Velvet Room; one of New York's largest underground clubs where women are forbidden fruit. No touch, just stare has a whole different meaning. Reyna Lovelace is the brand new toy at the club. All mens attention is on her, especially the club owners; The Axton brothers. But what she doesn't know, is becoming theirs is more traumatizing than she realizes. - Preview - The soft touch of a hand grazing my arm was enough to make me jump and my heart pump a little harder. I couldn't believe I had gotten myself in this situation, sandwiched between the two men and feeling as if there was no escape. But maybe I didn't want to, maybe I didn't want to escape. I don't know, my head was spinning. Vincent clicked his tongue, tapping under my chin to turn my head up and grazing his hand along my neck. He could see I was nervous at each coming touch, they both could. Lucas set a tender kiss on my shoulder and up to my neck while his hands trailed slowly down my waist. "This-This isn't right I-I," My lips sealed at the feeling of two sets of lips on each side of my throat. Vincent was near my jaw on my left, Lucas still working his way up the crease of my throat on my right. "What's not right about it baby, hm?" Lucas whispered. I wanted to say something, object and give him a list of reasons but when I thought about it, why was it wrong? My head lolled back against Lucas' shoulder as he lifted my skirt above my hips, and hummed at the feeling of my bare skin, with no panties hugging my hips. ___________ #1 exotic #7 trauma #1 bdsmrelationship #4 billionaire #7 stripper #3 polyamory #2 stripper #1 stripper

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

'She was a wild one, but some of us need the storm to feel safe.' || Book 1 in the Ashton Wright Series || || Animal Kingdom || || S1 - S3 || || COMPLETED || No. 1 in #animalkingdom

Iman Harriott is an 18-year-old black girl with Indian roots, who is one step closer to reaching her dream, due to her acceptance to one of the prestigious universities in England, Oxford. Iman is known to be very passionate when it comes to controversial topics- let's just say that she's on the left-wing sides on things. Alistair Ryle is the complete opposite of Iman, except both of them being ages of 18, going to Oxford and are very passionate about particular topics they speak on. Unlike Iman, Ryle was born into money- privilege you could say, only believing that the patriarchal society is the right way of life. Call him a far right-wing conservative, and he'll walk with proudness and dignity. It only took one sneaky link up for the two to lose their fucking minds, not being able to keep their hands off each other, they try to maintain a relationship more than sex...even if it ended up hurting a couple of people along the way. Stick around to see what the cruel future will hold for Alistair and Iman, and will they be able to mend their differences.

London, 1800s. The capital buzzes with anticipation. After years abroad, the young prince has returned-handsome, arrogant, and at the ripe age of twenty-two. With the royal bloodline on everyone's mind, the court demands a queen, and a dazzling debutante ball is summoned to find her. As the daughters of nobility scramble for silks, rouge, and powdered curls, one young woman stands apart. Arabella, a clever, sharp-tongued nurse from humble roots, has no dreams of tiaras or titles. But when her mother-renowned for her pastries-is summoned to bake for the palace, Arabella agrees to help, unable to let her family miss out on the generous royal coin. It was supposed to be simple. Bake. Serve. Leave. Until one accidental moment... And one entitled, self-serving prince... Throws Arabella into a scandal neither of them saw coming. In a world ruled by etiquette, wealth, and secrets, what begins as an unfortunate mishap might just set the stage not only romance- but murder, heartache and treatury.

Dove's filthy fanfic starring hockey star Tyler Wright goes viral thanks to her sister. Now Tyler's read it-and reality's about to get steamy. Season 1 of Puck Fiction *** Dove Moore, a shy aspiring writer, finds her world turned upside down when her secret erotic fanfic starring hockey heartthrob Tyler Wright accidentally goes viral-thanks to her meddling sister. When Tyler slides into her DMs with a proposition to turn fantasy into reality, Dove dives headfirst into a steamy arrangement meant to fuel her writing. But as dominance, desire, forced proximity, and emotional baggage collide, their no-strings hookup pact starts to unravel and the fanbase known as the Dovies might just get the love story they've been rooting for. Content warning: This story contains depictions of violence and assault that may be upsetting for some readers. Reader discretion is advised. *** Weekly updates on Fridays.

Alessandro Morino. The third son to Don Dominaco. Being raised in this life isn't easy nor is it for the weak. For him it's perfect because a natural demon, a pure savage who will do whatever he deems necessary. Alessandro never thought of a future in the way most people do consequences of his duty to his family but when he meets the District Attorney's Assistant Avalon Heights it drives him even more crazy then he already is. With immobilizing secrets, threats from every corner, and chemistry so hot it could blow up Alessandro's estate how will these two ever fare in each other's path? "And here I thought you forgot about me." Laying on her back her long hair splays across the edge of the foot of the bed. Directly I stand over her with my crotch right in front of her face. "You plague my mind every second of the day. There's no forgetting you sweetheart, though you haven't been acting like one much lately." She rolls to her stomach to then grip my thighs. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." Using the grip of my thighs she pulls herself to her knees. French tipped nails graze across my chest. The look in her eyes tells me how haywire she is. Frenzied and ready for me to be inside of her. Too bad for her I still haven't had my fill of playing with her yet. Once I do I'll give her every single thing she wants.