"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

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.

Theodore Bennett was the typical most wanted guy in college - being a nepo baby and captain of the football team, Theo had the face, the body, the charm and of course, his fair share of girls drooling over every little thing he did daily. However when it came to grades, he slacked. The last thing Theodore wanted was ending up forced to be in a presentation group led by the girl whose guts he hated. Maria Michaels - Nigerian, but born and raised in Ireland moved to the US for college, was who you could call the 'perfect student'. She continuously scored high in assignments, had several friends, was elevating in cheer and was positively known by as much people possible within a month of her arrival. Of course, she also, had the face, the body, the charm, the attention, and the grades Theo lacked. The last thing Maria wanted was ending up forced to lead a presentation group including the guy whose guts she hated. "Fucks sake", they say, the exact same time.

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

"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*

Eliana Brown has spent four years building a life from the ruins of heartbreak - raising her niece, working three jobs, and keeping hope alive with nothing but stubbornness and love. Theodore Armani has spent his life running - from responsibility, from expectations, from anything that feels too real. When a marriage of convenience offers them both a chance at salvation, neither expects the messy, beautiful chaos that follows. When a marriage of convenience offers them both a chance at salvation, neither expects the messy, beautiful chaos that follows. From the beginning, they clash - Eliana's bright chatter grates against Theodore's icy silence, and their lives seem too different to ever fit together. But the more time they spend under the same roof, the harder it becomes to ignore the cracks in Theodore's walls... and the pull between both their hearts. Raising Aria together means more than sharing a roof. It means facing fears, healing old wounds, and discovering that the family you choose is sometimes the one you need most. Two strangers. One fragile child. And feelings that they never saw coming.

Malika Danai is pressure. Friendly, social, and loved by all, Malika thrives in college and is often seen as a mirage - seemingly real and attainable but disappears when approached. She's a party girl to the core. Loves to drink, flirt, and explore with her best friends, Ayana and Isabella. Her beauty is undeniable. With curly black hair cascading over her shoulders and golden-brown skin that glows no matter where she's at, Malika's presence is impossible to ignore. Her dark brown eyes often sparks with mischief, and her full two-toned lips often curves into teasing grins that hints at secrets she rarely shares. Malika excels at a lot of things but she was never the study type. She prayed the night before exams and hoped that her grades would at least give her a passing score and somehow, that always worked. Until now... Her grades are barely holding on- good enough to pass, but not good enough for a sorority like the Alpha Kappa Alpha (AKA). She wants to join. No she needs to. It's the only way she can prove to her mother that she's worth it. And she'll do whatever it takes. Even if it means casting her pride aside to get help from the boy who loathes her existence. Meanwhile... Theo Sinclair is a weapon. An academic weapon that nobody can beat. Coming from an old money family where the expectations and bars are set high, Theo surpasses them all and is often pushed towards greatness by his family. Yet he has a big flaw: boredom. Because of his uncaring attitude towards everything and everyone around him, Theo is often alone. Deliberately avoiding attention and validation from peers; he thrives in the silence and rhythm of his own scheduled routines. He has only one rule; 'Never let myself feel things I can't control.' To him, parties are ratchet and vile. An enigma vastly contrasting his reverence for solitude, silence, and carefully ordered thoughts. So when he's pushed into an unwanted arrangement, he resents the intrusion because slowly, his rule...

𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝.. 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱. ⇱ 𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖤 - PARTYNEXTDOOR Once a rising star, she was discarded by her label for being "unmarketable," a blow that left her drowning in cheap liquor and late-night diner shifts. She keeps her head down, her voice quiet-until one night she forgets to mute her shine.
When she sings while closing up, a stranger lingers in the shadows, listening like her voice is oxygen. She doesn't know he's been watching her long before that night. 
She doesn't know he's the producer whose name used to sit on her dream board. 
She doesn't know he's the reason opportunity suddenly knocks again. Because he's not a stranger.
He's her next chance at fame-
and the stalker who's been rewriting her destiny from the dark. 🥇in #books.

"I'll fuck your nigga, keep playing with me." Khalan laughed but wasn't shit funny to him, "Throw that shit in my face again, I'll have Akia calling me daddy with an arch in his back. I'll send you the video too." "My nigga ain't gay, go ahead and try bitch!" "Okay. You told me to so don't be mad when you get that attachment." Now Khalan finna act a fool. Khalan is the middle child taking care of his younger sister Tyra. She doesn't seem to appreciate him and when Khalan threatens to do her like she did him, she challenged him. A challenge that Khalan did in fact take.