"Let me eat this pussy, ma." ♧👻♧

-"𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲, 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐀𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐎𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐀 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫... 𝐈𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮". -𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞💋

"Hello, Sincere. How are you feeling today?" "Same as everyday, can't sleep, can't eat.." I trailed off, looking down at Sinclair who had a perfect mixture of both V and I. "That's not good." She said and I shrugged. "None of this is." I said and she nodded understandingly. "Have faith." She said, placing her hand on my shoulder and I nodded. I tried hard to keep the tears in because I had to be strong for everybody. The family was really going through it and I just wanted her back in my arms. V had my heart and if I lost her for good, I'd never look for love again. The doctor walked out as I sat there quietly and Clair looked over my face while she made spit bubbles. I bit my bottom lip, holding back tears as I looked at V laying there with tubes in her. Not able to hold on any longer, I broke down. "Baybeh, I need you..." I trailed off, shaking my head. "I need you so bad, I can't do this shit. I can't do life with you." I explained, looking down at the floor. "We need you, ma." My voice cracked, looking over to Sinclair who was still looking up at me. "Our baybeh girl is so beautiful, ma. I want you to see her, I want you to see her grow up. I want you to be here with us.." I trailed off, collecting my words. I wiped my face as more tears poured down and I shook my head, sighing deeply. "Wake up, baybeh." I spoke, breaking down as I bit my bottom lip.

"You no tell this girl that I said, I want no relations with a darkie?" She spat to me, making my eyes go wide. What? I thought to myself and Gio tried pulling me away but I snatched away from him, knowing I heard right this time. "Wait, what?" I spoke out loud and Gi grabbed me roughly, trying to pull me away again. "Why you saying these things? She's beautiful." I heard his abuelita sticking up for me as she stood to her feet and all the guys began to as well, telling their mom that she was wrong for what she was doing. "That puta heard me." She spat, pointing her finger at me. "You're too dark." She held up a brown paper bag that she was drinking her beer out of. "You no match this bag or lighter, you're too dark." "You look too much like his father. I no want you around me." She shooed me off, instantly breaking my heart into a billion pieces as I looked up at Giovanni who was looking down at me with hurt in his eyes. "Baby, please." He begged and I shook my head at him in disgust before putting my attention back onto her. "Get that darkness out of here, Giovanni. She's a demon." "Only demons have her color." She kept on going and I felt sick to my stomach in this moment as I stood there in complete shock.

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.

"Please Jesus, free me of the spirit of lust." "I know that relationships built under your word can last forever. So free me of the thought, free me of the feeling and free me from my flesh trying to cloud my judgement." "I don't worship lust, sex or desire. I worship you Jesus, please don't allow me to lose sight of that." "In Jesus name, I pray." "Amen." I spoke desperately as I stood up from my knees.

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