"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included!*

Lynn's what you would call a true hustler. Aside from her seeking her degree in nursing she's also a chef and nail tech. Though when two men find themselves more interested in just her cooking she's left at a standstill...

"If I were to disappear, who would search for me?" When TJ wakes up as a villainess in a novel she can't accept it. Especially after realizing that she is the villainess, Elietta Pumchell, who is a powerful witch and is fated to die. Which complicates things more since witches are sadly forbidden in the kingdom and are sent to burn at the stakes if they are ever discovered. She has to accept this new life and thankfully entered the story only a little earlier before the main story started. So as long as she doesn't act like the original Elietta and stays out of the main characters way everything will be alright. Yet for some reason the male lead who is supposed to court the original heroine seems to look only at her...? All she wants to do is live a peaceful life in her garden... Highest Ranking #2 in bwwm #2 in jealousy #7 in possesive |ORIGINAL STORY| Started writing: 2022. 07. 10 Completed: 20XX. XX. XX [ Image source: https://orange-cherry.tumblr.com/post/625066530969944064 ]

Imani is a 22 year old, vibrant, beautiful young woman who's excited about life after college. She thinks she has everything figured out until she meets two very attractive strangers. These encounters open her eyes to a supernatural world she never knew existed. Although scared, the euphoric feeling Imani gets in their presence keeps her intrigued and wanting more. Can she handle what this new world reveals?

The beautiful and fearless Dr. Monique Lathan's love of animals is the reason for her choice in occupation. Her career is rewarding, but her love life is mundane...that's until Monique becomes the obsession of a different kind of animal she's never heard of nor can control.

Ebony Morris is a beautiful and successful event planner. Things are going great until her violent ex is released from prison. Just when she's ready to give up... Handsome trouble, Dante Lumiere comes along with a solution.

An unlucky bride makes a deal with a God of War to bless her marriage. Unfortunately, her husband has other plans and leaves her for dead at his altar. #8 in Romance #1 in Gods #2 in Fantasy Romance #65 in Love

𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐚/𝐧: 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣 • ୨⎯ 𝙨𝙤, 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚...𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙮? ⎯୧

Hisha swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the proximity between them. "How...?" Kaius hesitated for a moment, then spoke. "You can take it off, and I'll hold it. It will recharge, but there's a risk." "The shadows," she realized. He gave a curt nod. "Even a moment's vulnerability could be enough for them to sense you." Hisha's stomach twisted. "What's the other option?" His gaze met hers, unyielding. "I need to be close to you. The stone recharges faster when I'm near." She sucked in a sharp breath. The implication was clear. Kaius took another step forward, his presence suffocating in its intensity. "It's your choice, Hisha." Her pulse pounded in her ears. Taking off the necklace, even for a second, could expose her. But the alternative-having him so close, relying on him like this-felt just as overwhelming. After a beat, she lifted her chin. "Fine." His expression didn't change, but something shifted in his stance, something unreadable. He reached up, his fingers grazing the stone, then hesitated. "You'll need to stay still." Hisha nodded, though the thought of standing still while he invaded her space sent a shiver down her spine. Kaius closed the distance between them, his body heat rolling over her in waves. The scent of him-dark, something almost unearthly-filled her senses, making her breath hitch. He wasn't touching her, but she could feel him, an invisible force pulling her in. Slowly, his fingers wrapped around the stone, trapping it between his palm and the heat of her skin. The moment they connected, a sharp current of energy bolted through her body. Hisha gasped, her fingers instinctively clutching his wrist, her knees going weak as the sensation coursed through her veins. It wasn't just warmth-it was something deeper, something that sent a rush of awareness through her skin. Her pulse stuttered, her breath coming in shallow pulls as her entire body became attuned to his presence.

" When I'm finished with you, your will to live will be to make me cum. I'm gonna ride your face and I expect you to swallow every drop like it's the last thing you'll ever taste. You will do that like a good boy for your mistress won't you?" They say opposites attract. Or do they??