One blunt changed everything. Jada trusted the wrong friend and ended up laced, humiliated, and left to rot on the cold back streets like she was nothing. Once just a bold, beautiful girl with a slick mouth and big dreams, she's now tangled in the very world she tried to outrun - drugs, betrayal, and the kind of pain that turns your heart into stone. After being exposed on social media and thrown to the wolves by the girl she called "sister," Jada hits rock bottom. But rock bottom ain't where her story ends - it's where the real grind begins. With nowhere else to go, Jada steps into the strip club - The Chair - where the lights are low, the money's fast, and the rules don't care about your past. On that stage, she learns how to survive again. How to move through shame. How to turn pain into power. But the streets don't let go easy, and neither do the demons that followed her into the club. With only her Grandma Marie's love holding her down and dangerous men circling closer, Jada has to decide: will she rise from the ashes, or will the game pull her under for good? The Chair is a raw, unfiltered ride through addiction, betrayal, sex work, sisterhood, survival, and the strip club hustle. Gritty, real, and unforgettable - this is not a fairy tale. It's the truth for too many women.

Cleo never thought chasing her music dreams would leave her in debt to a gangster, singing at his nightclub to pay it off. But now, caught in a world where love and danger mix, she's starting to wonder if her dream is worth the risk-or if it'll break her first. OR Her ticket to fame isn't exactly a one-way ride. #1 in aesthetic

I've always been a lady's man but I will never be the man for none of these ladies. All these women out here is hoes. You wanna get with me but I don't fuck for free. Everybody bitch out here a piece of me but I don't fall into traps. I need a woman who ain't gone chase me. No man will ever truly win my heart. They all tired and lazy. Where is the consistency and loyalty. Never tell a man "I love you" until he can say it first and mean it. Dudes just want the panties so they can say to their friends how they smashed. I won't be one of their little books on the shelf to read.

Nikki and Killian were best friends since the day they met. She was the shy deaf girl, he was the obnoxious bad boy. But they clicked. When Nikki moved away, it devastated them both, but when she returns, nothing is the same. Now they're teenagers and something is changing between them. Can childhood best friends become something more? Highest Rankings: #94 Teen Fiction, #3 Trouble, #80 Teen

seen the bullshit coming and fell for it .

Jayda just got out of a toxic relationship, what happens when she meet an old friend and falls in love ? Read to find out

The secret of a happy relationship is finding the right person.

DISCONTINUED "I will ravish you, Genevieve. I will taint your body. Are you prepared for that?" "Yes." • • • They know they can't be together, yet they fight for an eternal love. She knows that he's bad He knows that she's good But does that really matter when it comes to love? Of course it does, because sometimes love ruins everything. And other times it conquers all.

//Highest Rank: #5 in romance/#32 in teen fiction// He was notorious, seeming to have no care in the world. She was broken, still picking up the pieces of her past. What happens when they bump into each other, literally? An deniable sexual tension that you could cut with a ten blade. Vanessa Williams. A girl with enough damage and baggage to last a lifetime. She just finished med school and is ready for the world of surgery and medicine. Logan Henderson. A notorious and extremely attractive surgeon, with an aim on Vanessa's heart. Will Logan be able to stitch up Vanessa's heart from her dark past, or will he hesitate and let their love die? Only time will tell in Doctors Orders. • • • "You'd think a clean hospital wouldn't be filled with so many dirty thoughts," he whispers in my ear right before he crashes his lips onto mine.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."