Sarabi is a plus size black girl who doesn't talk to anyone but has a good built wall between her and society and her father. She rather be alone than be hurt. Joey Moretii is the boy that all the girls fall for. He has made plenty of rounds but when he gets to Sarabi she don't want communicate with him. Sarabi is musically inclined and Loves to Box and Joey is the popular boy that is an athlete in football , basketball, and baseball. What will happen?

"Why did you avoid us and I know it wasn't just because you wanted to be a brat" I look before looking back up at him. "Look you guys are the hottest boys in the school I'm never gonna believe you want to be with me. No matter how much I've fallen for you lot" I say while staring into his eyes having to crane my neck as this boy is a giraffe. "Babygirl I get what I want and I want you, we want you" he says while stepping toward me voice low almost putting me in a trance.

You weren't supposed to end up in their world. Just a girl living in a cottage with her Auntie. One ambush, one choice, and suddenly you're caught between TF141 - lethal, possessive, and far too protective. You could appreciate that, really, if they hadn't focused in on you to feel better about the things they'd done. """Johnny's mouth was hot against your ear, his accent roughened into a growl. "Ye're tremblin', lass. D'ye want me tae stop?" You shook your head, breath catching when his hand slid lower, claiming every inch he touched with reverent care. Ghost's shadow loomed close, his gloved fingers brushing your wrist as if to remind you he was there too, silent but steady. Price's voice cut low through the haze-steady, commanding, and far too calm for the way your pulse skittered. "Easy, love. You're not going anywhere tonight." And when König's gaze caught yours from across the room, sharp hunger softened into something dangerously tender, you realized the truth: you didn't want to leave. Not one of them.""" |CWs: Fanfiction. Non-canon. Contains SMUT. Poly relationship. Includes MxM.|

Ava, a spirited college student, and Adrian, a successful businessman, fall deeply in love despite clashing from the very beginning. Their romance is passionate, volatile, and constantly tested by pride and circumstance. But what begins as undeniable chemistry soon turns into a battlefield of egos and wounds too deep to heal. By the end, love collapses into bitterness, and the two-once inseparable-stand divorced, left only with memories of what they used to be. Once Upon Us is a story of love's fire-how brightly it burns, and how painfully it fades.

❝Dupatta apne sar par karo,❞ he said in a low voice. Umul blinked. She frowned and looked up at him. ❝Kya?❞. ❝I said, dupatta apne sar par lo,❞ he repeated, this time with a little more stern edge to his tone. She looked at him, stunned... Who the hell does he think he is? ❁❁❁ She is 22... quiet, overlooked, and misunderstood by her own family. She lives as an invisible person. But a series of events slowly begins to pull her closer to her faith, to her Lord. He is 29... hardened by the world that has shown him some of its darkest sides. Pain and loss have turned his heart to stone. When they are forced into marriage, neither of them wants, will they find solace in each other, heal each other... or will their pasts tear them apart? ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ Trigger Warnings: This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including suicidal thoughts, Implied/referenced suicide, graphic violence, vulgar language, and other mature content. Copyright ©2025 by Batool

She isn't short. She is bite sized. Anita Rosaline Nightshade has always been small. 4'11 height but a 6'7ft attitude. She might be small, but she sure is feisty. But no one knows of the feisty little beast, because no one ever made her angry. Until he steps in... **** "Stop picking me up!" I whined, pouting. His eyes turned a shade darker as a small smirk played at his lips. He bent down and kissed my cheek. "I can't, your so tiny." I huffed, crossing my arms. "I'm not tiny. I'm average." "More like bite sized." He laughed. "I will call you My little bite size Anita." But everyone knew she was the Little Bite Luna.

Chris flipped us, throwing me onto the bed only to pin me down, his hands gripping my wrists, keeping them at the sides of my head, his right leg in between my thighs. I smiled innocently when his green eyes fixed on my browns, even though my heart was racing like a fool. He was so close, only a few inches more and he could have easily bent down to claim those lips that have always been and always will be his. If only he knew. 💫💫💫 Disclaimer: this is not the cute story you expect, also it needs editing

〰 Take a redhead that uses her assets to get her way in business, a curly nanny who believes in true love, a dark-haired, drop-dead gorgeous stripper and you've got a curved t(h)reat. Then add a nerdy personal trainer, a tall, dark and handsome bouncer, an arrogant stockbroker and it gives you edges you just can't seem to get around. Get ready for a world full of laughter, quirks, love and sex. 〰

Melody used to think no one could hate her as much as she hated herself, until she met the speedster with a seeming desire to break her.

Nellie Davis has finally shaken free of the life that was slowly shrinking her. Plus-sized, stubbornly kind, and done apologizing for taking up space, she's pouring her heart, savings, and far too much caffeine into a small bakery of her own. The ovens are warm, but business is not, and her hard-won hope is beginning to falter. Then a little girl with a crown of unruly curls and a guarded father step through her door. Their arrival feels oddly fated, their presence disarming. And as they return, again and again, Nellie starts to rediscover pieces of herself she thought she'd lost... and stumbles into a story far bigger than the one she set out to write.