In which she's the sunshine in his life.

"I couldn't tell you...you used to think the world off me, I couldn't tell you because then you would know that you were wrong" A trauma surgeon stripped of the operating room returns to the pitt and struggles with his loss of control.

after her mother's death, sora is sent to live with three half-brothers she's never known, counting down the days until she can leave. her new private school is a world she's not built for. everyone knows their place. she tries to stay out of it but something happens and she's left drowning in shame, humiliation and fear. she swears she won't tell anyone but the more she keeps it in, the more it's tearing her apart.

Raised to be holy. Born into something far more dangerous. Seventeen year old, Evienne Ellery spent her life preparing for heaven. Sent away to a secluded boarding school in the Swiss Alps by distant, unfeeling adoptive parents, she was raised by nuns and priests to be obedient, submissive and small. Behind stone chapels and cold classrooms, Evienne learned early that love was conditional, punishment was holy, and suffering was something to be endured quietly Her future was simple: be good, be faithful, and one day do her duty-marry a man who would secure her family's interests. Her life was planned. Controlled. Perfect. Until it wasn't. When everything she knows collapses, Evienne is torn from the only world she has ever known and sent to live with her biological family-six brothers who are loud, vulgar, violent, and unapologetically criminal. They don't pray. They don't obey. And they certainly don't believe in God the way she was taught. They believe in blood. With them, she learns the truth of who she really is: The lost princess of one of the most powerful mafia families in the world. Her brothers have been searching for her for years, and now that they've found her, they refuse to lose her again. In their world of power, crime, and betrayals, Evienne learns that love doesn't always look gentle-and protection often comes with a body count. But as old family feuds resurface, enemies close in, and the past she was hidden from begins to reach for her, Evienne is forced to confront an impossible question: What happens when the people you love will never be welcome in heaven-and you're no longer sure you want to go without them?

crashing into you: The beautiful, chaotic moment when two completely different worlds collide - one quiet and calculating, the other loud and unapologetically bold - and everything changes. It's when fate doesn't ask politely, it just speeds up on two wheels and knocks the wind out of you with love bwwm nerd x bad bitch

A couple struggling with infertility takes in two troubled teenage siblings, learning that family isn't always what you plan, but what you fight to protect.

Sixteen-year-old Kason Mills has never really been wanted. He's been passed around like baggage, from the mother he tried to save from her own battles with addiction and mental illness, to relatives who couldn't handle his outbursts, to group homes that labeled him "too much." When his mom dies, Kason finds himself once again without a place to land and a heart full of anger he can't seem to control. Armed with a duffel bag, a few broken memories, and a diagnosis list longer than his future looks, Kason is sent to live with his mom's identical sister, who can't stand who he looks like, and cousins who wish he'd stayed gone. Between his ADHD, impulsivity, and defiance, Kason's never been the kid anyone chooses to keep. But maybe ... just maybe...there's still room in the world for someone like him and allows him to believe he is still worth love, even if he feels broken..

WARNING: this takes place after the second book about Ilya and Shane by Rachel Reid. If you haven't read the books 'heated rivalry' and 'the long game' you might not understand this storyline. Two years after their wedding, Shane and Ilya both decided that it's time for them to start their own family. They knew it was gonna be a long process, but they knew they'd face it together. And then... there were Maeve and Elli. While Elli was a happy Child, singing all the frozen songs while walking to kindergarten, Maeve was her sisters opposite. And she was NOT a child anymore. She wouldn't bother to stay at the hollanovs for long. She knew, it'd only be a matter of time for them to pick Elli but not Maeve.

on the official wattpad page's reading list for black stories📖📚 She escaped her past in stilettos. He brought her back in boots. Gianna Sinclair built a glamorous life in Los Angeles-designer clothes, celebrity clients, and a reputation that sparkled as bright as the Hollywood sign. But beneath the polish lies a past she buried long ago in Prairie View, Texas-a sleepy town filled with dusty roads, painful memories, and a little sister she left behind. When her grandmother passes, Gianna is forced to return home for the first time in years. There, Gini-hurt, angry, and grieving-greets her with sharp words and deeper wounds. One explosive argument later, Gianna storms off, intent on leaving Prairie View for good. But fate as other plans. Only one wrong turn lands herself stranded on the backroads of open fields. Where she meets Weston Reid. Rugged. Quiet. Cowboy to the bone. Weston isn't looking for trouble, but trouble sure looks good in designer heels and ruined curls. He saves her. She challenges him. And as Gianna's glamorous world crashes into his rugged one, sparks fly hotter than the Southern sun. But love in Prairie View isn't simple. There are secrets buried deeper than the Texas clay. And Gianna will have to decide if she's willing to trade fame and fashion... for a second chance, a hometown healing-and the kind of love that doesn't give a damn about headlines. WARNING: Erotica Content

"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)