"I hate how much I need you, Niyah..." From just enemies, to enemies with benefits, to lovers. I hate how much I want him. But I can't escape him. Why? Because we're lawfully locked. An office romance between rival lawyers who try to fight the tension between them until they finally give in. "You say you hate me but you fuck me the same day." *a lot of smut included*

𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗘𝗗𝗚𝗘 ❆ "Move, Carlisle." I kept my chin lifted, refusing to look away from the center of the ice. He didn't budge. Instead, a massive, bruised hand slammed flat against the cold glass beside my head, caging me in. The freezing air of the empty 2:00 AM arena suddenly felt suffocating. "You smile at everyone else like they hung the moon, Nadia," he murmured, his voice a low, vicious scrape. "But you look at me like I'm dirt." He leaned in, his chest brushing mine, his mouth stopping a breath away from my jaw. He left a smear of blood from his split lip on my pristine collar. "Keep looking at me like that," he whispered. "See what it makes me do." ⛸️ 𝑵𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 has one rule: absolute perfection. If she loses her figure skating scholarship, she loses everything. She doesn't have time for distractions, and she certainly doesn't have time for the suspended, feral enforcer of the university's hockey team who steals her late-night ice time. 𝑽𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆 is the university's star but brutal hockey player. Comes from old-money roots, built for violence, and entirely unhinged. He's used to people either bowing to his wealth or cowering from his temper. But Nadia? She just rolls her eyes and tells him to get out of her way. That was her first mistake. Now, Vaughn isn't just taking up her rink. He's watching her. Stalking her. Discovering the secret, raw passions she hides from the world. And he's decided that her flawless, untouchable world is exactly what he wants to shatter, and he won't stop until every broken piece belongs to him.

W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

♤♤ MATURE CONTENT warning ♤♤ • • • He's charming. He's handsome, talented, charismatic. People hang on to his every word. A bachelor, stone cold businessman and a man of very few words. A whole package that's definitely way out of her league...should be out of her league yet...why does he seem to be purposely appearing before her everyday as the days go by. Why the hell did this upper echelon businessman suddenly appear inside her complex and how the absolute f*ck was he able to make the hairs on her neck rise and her legs clench whenever she just so happens to coincidentally brush past him on those fleeting days. Sophia thought she had it all figured out, that was until that fateful day. Two paths that were certainly never meant to collide had crashed into each other in the most unexpected of ways. The product of this fateful encounter? A man whose interest could border on obsession and a woman who's hellbent on ignoring and avoiding the man who is solely responsible for making her feel these weird and uncontrollable urges. ■ | ♧ |Status: ongoing | ♧ |Updates: on weekends ● (Also this is a first unedited draft so there might be errors) Lovely cover by Denise~ ■

❝You feel so good, 𝐌𝐬. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧.❞ He moans in my ear before arching me on his desk. I tried to keep my moans at a minimum, but he felt incredible as he was pummeling me from behind. ❝I can't get enough of you,❞ he groans, the erotic symphonies of our skin slapping bringing me closer to ruin. ❝I'm insatiable when it comes to you, Quinn.❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ What transpires when a young, billion dollar CEO gets rejected by his daughter's teacher? 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟐/𝟐𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝟎𝟒/𝟑𝟎/𝟐𝟒 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: - # 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 - # 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 - #𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐰𝐰𝐦

Lazarus has spent his life in quiet isolation, alone in a mansion filled with nothing but himself, he's made peace with his solitude-until Nelsa crashes into his world. Nelsa, an ethereal being from the distant planet Zynthor, is as strange and captivating as she is lost in this unfamiliar place called Earth. She's terrified by the thunderous skies and human emotions she doesn't fully understand. Lazarus becomes her reluctant protector, and through sleepless nights and stolen moments, they forge a bond that defies logic. But with their growing love comes danger. As Nelsa adapts to life on Earth, unknown forces from her world threaten to pull her back, and Lazarus must fight to keep her with him. Faced with impossible odds, the two must decide whether love can truly bridge the gap between the stars and Earth-or if their connection was always destined to break apart.

A SEQUEL TO 'DARKNESS IS LIGHT'

'Sometimes the DARKNESS you fear IS the LIGHT you seek' //MATURE CONTENT// A MAFIA ROMANCE Ranked: #1 bwwm #1 polyamory #1 bisexual #1 wmbw #1 blackgirl #1 russian #1 drugs #1 emotional #1 dominance #1 mmf #1 b×g×b #1 interracial #1 italian #1 agegap #2 daddy #2 mafia romance #2 dark romance -Guys, before you begin reading I just want you to know that there will be triggering content in this book. Read at your own risk. *Please note that if this story is plagiarized by anyone. I will not hesitate to take legal actions against you. If you are reading this story anywhere else, please report it. The book can only be found on this app.

BLACK WOMEN MC DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit content and mature themes intended for readers aged 18 and over. It is not a traditional romance, but rather a deeply complex and dark exploration of a toxic relationship. The characters' dynamics involve intense emotional manipulation, power struggles, and actions that may be triggering to some readers. Please be advised that this story delves into themes that are explicit, emotionally charged, and may not be suitable for all audiences. Proceed with caution. "Tell me again how you don't want me," he whispers, dragging his lips down her neck. "Say it under oath, and I might even believe you." Jasmine Taylor doesn't lose. Not in the courtroom, not in life. At just twenty-six, she's built an ironclad reputation: fierce, brilliant, and unshakably professional. But when she's assigned the biggest case of her career-defending Dimitri Alekseev, a dangerously alluring Russian immigrant accused of murder-her world begins to crack. Dimitri isn't just a suspect. He's a problem. Tall, tattooed, and terrifyingly unreadable, with ties to a powerful family the law doesn't dare touch. The evidence against him is overwhelming. The press wants him buried. And deep down, Jasmine suspects the whispers are true. But the more time she spends with him, the harder it becomes to separate fact from instinct. Because beneath his cold exterior is something intoxicating. Calculated charm. Raw heat. And secrets whispered in the dark. As the trial barrels forward, Jasmine finds herself pulled into his world-one filled with shadows, blood ties, and undeniable temptation. The closer she gets to the truth, the more she risks not just her career, but her safety... and her soul. What happens when the woman who always plays by the rules falls for the man who was born to break them?

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.