Bakari is a man who surrendered his soul to the seven deadly sins, not by accident, but by desire and power-proving that evil isn't born, it's invited. He deeply embodies each of the seven deadly sins: pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth-as tools to manipulate, control, and dominate. Nicole is a woman who was pulled into a dangerous orbit of darkness and seduction and she finds herself trapped by the very sins she's always stood against. This is what happens when a good girl becomes acquainted with a DOMIN.

In Bella Vouex, nothing stays buried for too long. Power starts to shift in the small Southern town. When Salem begins to suspect that her father's death wasn't as simple as it sounds, she and others themselves tie into a tangled web of corruption, betrayal, and unfinished business: both in the physical and spiritual realm. As the line between justice and vengeance blurs, Salem must decide how far she's willing to go for the truth and who she can trust as the town begins to turn against its own root.

"I'm not ready to forget you, Lavender."

Elias Stack Moore moves through the world like a ghost in plain sight-calm, composed, and far too old for the age written on his skin.His presence isn't just heavy-it's unnatural. There's a gravity to him, a silence. Hundred and eighteen years echo in his presence, and with them comes something no one dares to name. Haven Johnson, a young photographer with restless ambition, sees him-not just with her lens, but in the space between reality and something far stranger. She's chasing light, chasing truth, but Elias casts a shadow she can't quite outrun. We live like no one's watching-but what if someone is? What if love and danger wear the same face? In the stillness of night and the click of a shutter, truths will be exposed. But some truths are better left buried. Some shadows aren't just looking-they're waiting.

It was his nickname for you . ( post bp killmonger/reader )

"C-Colonel, I-" I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. The words caught in my throat, my mind a chaotic swirl of emotions and memories. "That's not my name, princess," he interrupted, his voice a dangerous murmur that sent a shiver down my spine. He lifted his hand, gently tracing the tip of the gun along my jawline. The cold metal contrasted sharply with the burning heat of his proximity, making me shudder. His eyes bore into mine, the manic gleam in them unwavering. The way he held the gun, almost tenderly against my skin, was both a warning and seductive. The tension between us was palpable, an electric current that crackled in the air. "You know better than to call me that," he continued, his tone a mix of reprimand and dark amusement. Shakir cocked his head to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly. " Or do I need to remind you?" __________________ Nataliya Niang, a world renowned psychologist, loves to help those in need. Firmly believing in her ability to establish positive relationships and supporting her patients, her life was based on the foundations of kindness, compassion, and empathy. Colonel Shakir Walker, the leader of the black operations unit, is all but a gambler of death. His blood lust extends beyond comprehension, as bodies are left in distress with each path that he crosses. After embarking on a failed mission and witnessing the deaths of his comrades, he is sentenced to eight months of probation, as well as attending therapy sessions at The Mindful Wellness Center. When fate brings Nataliya and Shakir together, their worlds collide in unexpected ways. A chaos of torn souls navigating through love, lust, and betrayal. ( DON'T COPYRIGHT MY STORY )

At twenty-four, Amiri is carrying more than most, her own ambitions in one hand and her three-year-old niece in the other. She's determined to keep her life steady, controlled, and focused on the future she's building. Love, in her mind, is a distraction she can't afford. Michael has everything the world tells him should be enough: success, recognition, influence. But beneath it all, he's restless, searching for something that doesn't come with scripts or headlines. When their paths cross, the pull between them is undeniable, complicated, magnetic, and impossible to ignore. But with ambition, secrets, and the weight of responsibility pressing in on both sides, neither of them is sure if what's sparking between them is a blessing...or a disaster waiting to happen.

93 years ago, Elias "Stack" Moore saw the sun and his brother for the last time.. but many things have changed since then. Michael B. Jordan fanfiction. Copyright © MILLIONMATIC 2025/2026 Mature Content

Each chapter, a new craving. Each craving, a different flavor. You're gonna wanna taste every one of them😉

A bite. A bond. A burning desire When Elias Moore marks her with his bite, she's pulled into a hidden world where blood runs deeper than secrets. She craves his bite. His blood. His touch. He'll do anything to protect her. He's drawn to her purity, and they find out their connection runs deeper than they thought.