In the glittering cage of Buckingham Palace, Prince William reigns supreme-charismatic, untouchable, and utterly ruthless. The heir who was never meant to be king wears his crown like a weapon, and his fiancée, Lady Beatrice, is nothing more than a perfectly polished accessory: safe, suitable, invisible. Until he sees Ayana. A maid with ebony skin that gleams like forbidden silk and curves that mock the starched severity of her uniform. One stolen glance across marble halls, and the prince's world narrows to obsession. The crack of glass in his hand. Blood on his palm. A hunger that tastes like ruin. He is power incarnate. She is the help-untouchable involved every way that matters. But William doesn't ask. He takes. As the engagement ball looms and the palace whispers of duty and decorum, the prince begins rewriting the rules. Beatrice's smile will shatter. The crown will tremble. And Ayana-sweet, unaware, breathtaking-will either become his salvation... or the spark that burns the monarchy to ash. A dark royal romance of possession, forbidden desire, and a man who would destroy empires for the one woman he can never have.

In a world of cold power and sterile luxury, 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙤𝙫 is the untouchable devil. A ruthless billionaire whose empire drips with blood and billions, he lives by one savage rule: 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Skin is poison. Contact is contamination. His body is a locked fortress-until the day his control begins to burn. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘋𝘶𝘣𝘰𝘪𝘴. Calm. Graceful. Dangerously composed. The new maid moves through his marble halls like living temptation-soft curves wrapped in a crisp uniform, warm skin that carries the faint scent of lavender and sin. She doesn't cower. She doesn't break. And that quiet defiance sets Dante's blood on fire. His obsession ignites instantly. He isolates her. He watches her every breath through hidden cameras. He pulls her into his private sanctuary and makes her the center of his sterile, suffocating world. What begins as forbidden hunger quickly becomes feral need. The man who recoils from touch now aches to devour her-running starving hands over her bare skin, tasting her trembling lips, burying himself deep inside her slick heat while fighting the revulsion that once ruled him. Every hard thrust, every desperate moan, every filthy whisper of ownership chips away at his sanity. She consents. She surrenders. But she never truly escapes. In the heat of his madness, Dante's touch turns raw, possessive, and devastating. He claims her against cold marble, on silk sheets soaked with sweat, and in the darkness where pain and pleasure blur. He will shatter every rule, ruin his own mind, and lock her in his gilded cage just to feel her come undone around him again and again. She was supposed to be invisible. Instead, she became his addiction... and his only weakness. He will never let her go.

❝ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ᴄᴀᴘᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴀᴍᴏʀᴇ❞ • • • "I'm gonna make you fall in love with me." • • • ⇥ ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴘᴀɢᴇ. • • • Sequel to 'Bittersweet Amore' - CAN'T be read as a standalone ᴀʟʟ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴅʀᴀꜰᴛꜱ

Amira Willis had her heart shattered and her future stolen when her ex cheated. Done with waiting for a man to build the family she craves, she takes matters into her own hands. A single visit to a fertility clinic, and her dream of motherhood is finally within reach. She's ready to do this alone. Preston Rutherford is a god in a suit. As a billionaire mogul, the world bows to him, and women are merely a distraction. He donated to a fertility lab years ago on a whim, forgetting it ever happened. Their worlds collide when a routine company event reveals a shocking truth. Amira, his employee-and his former friend's ex-is glowing, curvaceous, and undeniably pregnant. A pregnancy that sets Preston's blood on fire with a possessive desire he's never known. But his world shatters when he discovers the impossible: the secret donor she used... was him. He didn't plan on a baby. He didn't plan on her. But now that he knows, he'll stop at nothing to claim what's his. Both of them.

Zara Owens has spent her whole life being the smartest person in the room and the most dangerous one to underestimate. At 28, she's a Black sociologist who deconstructs power for a living, doesn't step inside churches, and has never once apologized for a silence she chose to break. Her tongue is a scalpel. Her walls are load-bearing. And she has exactly one soft spot: her younger sister, Amara. Which is why she's sitting in a pre-marital Bible study at Grace Covenant Church-six weeks out from Amara's wedding, surrounded by people who would call her cynicism a sin. Love, Zara is learning, is just humiliation with good intentions. The first problem is Marcus. Amara's fiancé. Golden-voiced, scripture-draped, and obsessed with Zara in a way she has documented, shut down, and lost sleep over. He sits four chairs away, smiling like he knows something. He doesn't. But Zara is carrying a secret about him that could burn her sister's entire future to the ground. The second problem is Adrien Mercer. Six-foot-five. Wire-rimmed glasses. The kind of quiet that makes loud people nervous. He watches Zara like he's reading a book he doesn't want to put down-and she hates how steady his gaze feels. Adrien has spent his whole life performing obedience: to the church, to his family, to the version of faith that demands you stop asking questions. But watching Zara refuse to shrink is making him wonder if he's been lying to himself for years. Over six weeks, the Bible study becomes a pressure cooker. Marcus inches closer. Amara plans her dress fittings, oblivious. And Adrien-the one man Zara never saw coming-starts seeing through every wall she's ever built. Eyes On Her is for every woman who has walked into a room and felt the weight of being watched, judged, and reduced-and who knows exactly what happens when she finally decides to look back. Some secrets destroy families. Some silences destroy you. And some men... see you so clearly, you forget to be afraid.

Amara Avery thought she used up all her luck when she won VIP tickets to Lollapalooza Mumbai. It was supposed to be the ultimate escape: three days of music, luxury, and forgetting about life back in Macon, Georgia. She didn't expect Rudra Singh Rajvansh. And she definitely didn't expect the untouchable Crown Prince to ruin her favorite sneakers in the VIP lounge, look her dead in the eye, and refuse to apologize. In a crowd of thousands, his dark, calculating gaze signaled one thing: she was already trapped. Rudra isn't a fairytale prince. He is a beautiful, terrifying predator in a bespoke suit who rules the city's underworld with an iron fist. He doesn't ask for permission he takes. And the moment he crossed her path, he decided he was going to own the sovereign Black queen who dared to look back at him without blinking. The festival ends. The bags are packed. But when Amara hands over her passport at the gate, her entire world drops. Flagged. Grounded. Blacklisted by order of the Crown. He claims the world is too dangerous for her to roam free. But as his shadow closes in, Amara realizes the most lethal thing in India is the monster holding her captive. "You didn't lose your slipper, Amara. I stepped on it so you couldn't run."

Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?

Dona was never the kind of woman to play by the rules. When her father died, leaving behind an empire that many thought was too big for her to handle, she proved them all wrong. She stepped into his shoes without hesitation, determined to command the same respect-and fear-that he once did. Her charm was her greatest weapon, her beauty a tool she wielded with precision. Men underestimated her, but Dona used that to her advantage, luring her rivals into her traps and making them regret ever thinking she was anything less than deadly. Every move she made was calculated, every risk carefully weighed, as she built her power, eliminated her enemies, and claimed her place at the top. But just when she thought she had it all under control, he showed up. The son of her greatest enemy, the one man whose presence threatened everything she had worked for. Their encounters were charged with tension-sharp words, dangerous stares, and a pull neither of them could resist. As old wounds reopen and new battles begin, Dona finds herself walking a razor-thin line between ambition and desire. The world she's built is a treacherous one, filled with betrayal, power plays, and secrets that could destroy her. But Dona has never been one to back down, even when the stakes are higher than ever. 2021©

"Liliana." He halted his movements. "Yes Seb?" I was in a trance. Under his spell. Helplessly so. "It's your call." "What is?" "This." I felt his thumb caress my skin from under my shirt. "This ends when you say so- it doesn't even begin unless you say so." Consent has never been sexier coming from Sebastian's lips. Two best friends find themselves in compromising positions after jokingly kissing each other over a dare. Fighting desires to maintain the friendship they once knew- How far could they take this to be really 'Pushing Limits'? Published: June 2 2025 Completed: July 19 2025 NI

She just looked up at me, breath catching in her throat, eyes wide and wet beneath the streetlight. The pink of her dress shimmered under the glow, her skin gleaming like bronze polished by heat and defiance. "You want to dance drunk in some stranger's hands?" I demanded, jaw tight. "Fine. Just say it." She stared at me. Furious. Flushed. Shaking. Then she whispered, "Why does it matter so much?" I didn't answer. Couldn't. Because the truth would've ripped open everything. So it came out before I could stop it-low, guttural, the sound of something breaking free. "Because you're not theirs." She froze. And then... she stepped closer. Just a breath. Just a whisper of space left between us. "Then kiss me," she said, voice soft but certain. "You always stop. You always pull away. You tell me you notice me. That you protect me. But you never kiss me." She looked up at me, trembling. "So kiss me. Or let me go." I didn't move. Not for a heartbeat. Not for five. Because I knew what would happen once I did. There would be no turning back. Not for her. Not for me. She looked like sin and sweetness wrapped in fire and I'd already gone too long pretending I didn't want to burn. So I moved. One hand slid to her waist, dragging her closer. The other tangled in the back of her curls, angling her mouth to mine. And then I kissed her. God, I kissed her. Like she was the only source of oxygen left in the world. Like her lips were something I could consume. Like kissing her could fix every cracked, corrupted thing inside me. It wasn't gentle. It was possession. Teeth, tongue, breathless heat and broken restraint. Her mouth opened under mine. I took advantage tasting rum, rebellion and something so soft I nearly lost my balance. Her fingers gripped my jacket like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go.She moaned into me. That sound soft, desperate, mine shot straight to the center of my chest. I deepened the kiss, groaning as her body arched into mine,