Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by staying small. Head low. Mouth shut. No waves, no risks, no getting caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in quiet menace. A man the streets don't just respect-they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase. He doesn't beg. He doesn't explain. Yet somehow... he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out. Neisha's defenses are falling apart. And the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation... or self-destruction. Because in a world built on loyalty, violence, and revenge; love is the most dangerous thing you can touch.

❝There is no sinner like a young saint.❞ ||MATURE CONTENT|| In which a girl sets her eyes on a forbidden man. COMPLETED. All rights reserved. kingkatewrites 2023. cover by alluringathena

Aaron is tall, has muscles and tattoos, but is the gentlest man you'll ever meet. He works in the maternity ward as a nurse; he has always loved babies and was a natural with them. His friends at the hospital often called him 'The Baby Whisperer.' When a baby girl was left in the nursery with no name and no record of who had her, he takes her home and tries to be a father figure for her. With the help of his sister, dad, and Anya, watch (or read better yet) Aaron try to take care of a newborn.

Eleanor Ashford was betrayed by the man who became the most powerful man in New York City. Tristan Carter is the Mafia don. Scary. Powerful. When these two cross paths again, will wounds be healed?

~ 𝙞𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖 𝙗𝙩𝙘𝙝 & 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙛 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚?

𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑐 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 3 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠，𝐴𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑢𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝐼𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑡．𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 ？．．．． 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 ....

This is not a romance. But along the way, they might find love.

"You're mine to kiss," he murmured against my skin, his mouth moving to my neck, pressing soft, slow kisses there. "Mine to love." Roman's lips continued to trace lower, lingering along my cleavage longer than I anticipated. His kisses were slow, deliberate, leaving behind a warmth I couldn't ignore. I felt the pressure of his mouth against my skin, each soft touch making it harder to resist him. His lips pressed against my skin, and I felt him leave a mark, a hickey right at the curve of my breast. My breath hitched as he pulled away slightly to look at the mark he left, his eyes dark with desire. I could see the need in his eyes-the hunger for me, the desperation. "If I ever catch you with another man again, Solana." he said in a low voice, his words practically a warning, "I'll kill him." first story please be kind!! will be smut but not a lot. * Okay this book needs to be edited I lowkey hate it*

"I love you more than yesterday,and less than tomorrow"

"𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓘 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓸 𝓪 𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓷𝔂 𝓼𝓵𝓾𝓽" 𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓭 " 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓸𝓬𝓴" DO NOT READ THIS BOOK ITS COMPLETE ASS !!!! read my other books tho😛