Normally, when you find a man alone in a cell in the deepest parts of the castle, you leave and don't look back. This is especially true when the man is a known criminal and incredibly dangerous. So why does Adren keep going back? This is a bxb story and there is an age difference. Don't read if you're not comfortable.

Gay [gey] adjective, gayer, gayest. Of, relating to, or exhibiting sexual desire or behavior directed toward a person or persons of one's own sex; homosexual Thug As Tupac defined it, a thug is someone who is going through struggles, has gone through struggles, and continues to live day by day with nothing for them. That person is a thug and the life they are living is the thug life. A thug is NOT a gangster. Look up gangster and gangsta. Not even CLOSE, my friend. COPYRIGHT © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @Lowkey_Nasty

"Explain to me why this not right baby, please." "Nyzir I'm not suppose to feel this way about you."

After twelve years behind bars, Iman has learned to feel nothing. With only six months left on his sentence, the last thing he expects is a new cell mate who forces him to confront everything he buried for so long.

Marcus moved out of the neighborhood years ago. He got a nice condo in the city, a nice job working with kids. I mean, he can't keep a girl but he was living good. All until his brother ends up in the hospital, bringing him back to the hood and right into a childhood crush he forgot he had.

Black BxB Love Story 🖤 Melly and Nori are best friends who never planned on catching feelings, but once that spark hit, nothing will ever be the same. Now, loyalty, the grind, and a pull they can't fight are testing everything they thought they knew. From business and friendship to love - all mixed in with the streets - they have to figure if they are built for the ride, or is it about to pull them apart?

"I'm going to fuck you until you're trembling beneath me Isa, until the only thing you can say is my name." Isa shifted, grinding against my slick, leaking cock, feeling her pulse under my hand, every twitch driving me crazier. My own cock was hard, straining, every nerve on fire. The guilt, sharp and insistent, clawed at my chest. I shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. I shouldn't want it. But wanting it, needing it, made everything hotter, sharper, more unbearable. Every forbidden touch, every gasp, every press of our bodies together was sin incarnate, and it made me ache to keep going. "Miss Cross, please." She begged, voice trembling. "I need you inside me." "You're mine." I whispered as I slipped the tip in, fingers stroking her fucking perfect breasts, teasing, letting her feel the full weight of my dominance. - At Saint Therésè Academy for Girls, Miss Evelyn Cross is untouchable. Black button ups. Steel eyes. A voice that could slice through glass. She's the guidance counselor girls fear, the faculty respects, and no one dares cross. Rumors follow her like perfume of a ruined past, a war behind her eyes, and a heart made of rusted steel. Then Isadora 'Isa' Mercer walks in. Eighteen. Reckless. Dripping with sin and sunshine. Her skirt's too short. Her tongue's too sharp. And her eyes say she came here to ruin something. Evelyn tells herself she can handle it; the late night counseling sessions. The giggles behind closed doors. The lipstick stains that start showing up on her skin. But Isa doesn't want help. She wants control. And she's not afraid to beg for it. Now they're breaking rules, breaking each other, and baptizing themselves in every filthy secret they swore they'd never touch. Guilt becomes foreplay. Power becomes pleasure. And every whispered "Miss" turns into a moan she can't ignore. She was supposed to guide her. She ended up taking her apart, one touch at a time.

Sam has been hopelessly in love with Rick for as long as he can remember. Nine years older, guarded, and impossibly out of reach, Rick has always seen Sam as nothing more than a shy boy from the pack. But Sam has never been able to look away from him, even when loving Rick meant wanting someone who would never want him back. Rick knows a thing or two about hopeless love. Closeted all his life and still nursing the wounds of loving his straight best friend, Rick has buried every forbidden desire beneath discipline, duty, and his obsession with leading the pack team to victory. Love has only ever taught him restraint. Want has only ever brought him pain. Then a series of last-minute changes forces Rick to recruit Sam, now twenty, bold, flamboyant, and nothing like the quiet boy Rick remembers. Sam tests his patience. Tempts his control. Makes him feel things he thought he had buried for good. With the tournament only months away and their hearts caught in a game neither of them knows how to win, Rick must decide whether to keep playing safe-or risk everything for the one love he never saw coming.

Book 1 Alexzander was a normal boy, well as normal as you can get with two dead parents, and an aunt who believes all of her suffering is your fault. One night his life changed, his aunt was killed, and he was kidnapped by the killers. ***Warning: There will be cussing... and a little gore.

"... Isn't that... My shirt?" "Huh?! Then how did it end up in my locker?!" We both froze, my face turning red as I looked down at the baggy material. How could I not have noticed? And why did he have to walk in just now? Christian watched me, his face slightly red as he moved closer. I closed my eyes, waiting for the punch, the kick, the pain... But it never came. Instead, I felt something different. Soft lips on top of mine, moving slowly and sweetly. I opened my eyes. Christian Nelson, the most popular jock in the school, was currently making out with me in a gym locker room.