You can't choose who you fall in love with, or the problems they bring with them, you just can't (P.S This book happens over the span of 3 months)

Koya Sayuri is a top-class assassin who once dominated the city of Tokyo. Abandoned by his family as a child, he survived by learning from one of Japan's most dangerous assassins, Dr. Fushiko. However, Koya's loyalty was shattered when he uncovered Fushiko's plan to eliminate him. After years of hiding and waiting, Koya returns to Tokyo, determined to take down his former mentor and reclaim his dominance over the city. While hunting down Fushiko's men, Koya crosses paths with Jessi, a bystander who witnesses him killing a hitman sent after him. Fearing she knows too much, Koya initially plans to silence her. However, he realizes that Jessi could be a valuable asset. She's quick-witted and adaptable, qualities that could aid him in his mission to find Fushiko and dismantle his operation. Reluctantly, Koya decides to keep Jessi around, forming an alliance with her. Together, they navigate through Tokyo tackling its most dangerous assassins, but Koya struggles with whether he can trust Jessi or if she's too much of a liability. As the tension escalates, Koya finds himself caught between his thirst for vengeance and the unexpected bond he's forming with Jessi. In a city full of betrayal and danger, Koya must decide how much he's willing to risk-both for the mission and for Jessi's safety. Will he succeed in taking down Dr. Fushiko, or will his past and the people around him pull him deeper into a world of violence he can't escape?

Mark Tuan AMBW| interracial "bro what the fuck are you doing?" mark looked at me with a panicked expression and freaked. the diaper was placed entirely wrong on the baby and he sighed. "isn't this how you put a diaper on?" he literally had the baby's legs through one hole. i pushed him aside and removed the pampers from ezra. "no dipshit." ─ in which mark tuan becomes his best friend's sperm donor. Top rankings: 1#- Youngjae 03/26/26 1#- Mark Tuan 03/26/26

GENESIS gave up everything for him when they were teenagers. Only for him to cheat, pack his bags, and move to Atlanta, leaving her alone in a broken home. She survived the heartbreak by turning her pain into dance to rebuild her life from scratch. JUNGKOOK never wanted his father's title, but after his dad's sudden death, he is forced back to LA to run the drug empire pushed out of their mechanic shop. Stuck between his street life and his dream of producing music, he's running out of time before the streets consume him for good and he is stuck in the middle of a war. With her promise to herself that she'd never look back, and him trying to find a way out. Old wounds collide as they're forced to face each other once again, and decide if LOYALTY is something they can truly build twice. 90s | Exes-to-Lovers | Dancer x Music Producer

"Give me one good reason," he growled, "not to leave you bleeding in the street." "My brother," I gasped. "He's dying. I have nothing. I'll do anything-just please help me." His grip loosened. Just enough. His eyes traced down my soaked dress, lingering on the way it clung to my breasts. On the way my nipples peaked against the cold. "Anything?" The word was a purr. A threat. A promise. He dropped me. Then he lifted me-one arm under my knees, the other around my back-and I felt the raw power in his grip. The heat of his body seared through the cold. "What's your name, little moth?" "Yolanda." He smirked. "You just made a deal with a monster, Yolanda." His thumb brushed my lower lip, and I shuddered. "Your brother lives," he said, carrying me toward his car. "But you? You belong to me now." He lowered me into the passenger seat, his body caging me in, the sheer size of him stealing every inch of space. His nostrils flared, inhaling deep. "Your scent."His voice dropped, rough and guttural. "It calls to me." I swallowed hard. "What-what are you?" A slow, wicked smile curled his lips. He leaned in, teeth grazing the shell of my ear, his hot breath sending shivers straight between my thighs. "Wanna find out what it feels like," he purred, "to be fucked by a wolf?" My blood ran cold. "Wh-what?" He pulled back just enough to watch my fear bloom. His rare golden eyes gleamed with something ancient. Something ravenous. "Naive little human." His laugh was low, dark, filling the car like smoke. Like a cage slamming shut. "You offered me anything," he said, gripping my chin hard enough to bruise. "And I'm going to take everything. Your body. Your soul." His thumb dragged across my bottom lip, parting it. "And when I'm done," he growled, "you'll beg me to do it again." ... 🖤~•~🖤

Khasani "Kai" Williams has always been cautious, sheltered and shy. But she puts that persona behind her when her mother dies three months before she starts university in a new town. Now grieving, numb and reckless, she creates a checklist of all the things she wants to do before she inevitably kicks the bucket herself. Cue Lance McKnight. Kai's snarky, comical, brutally observant classmate with a sketchbook always in hand, a cavalier attitude and a smirk that makes her weak in the knees. When she assigns him as the perfect person to help her carry out her list (completely unbeknownst to him), she hastily enters a relationship with him. But when Lance finds out about the list, he begins to question whether or not Kai's feelings for him are real. Or if their entire relationship is simply the symptom of an existential crisis.

In the snow-drowned world of feudal Japan, where honor was carved in blood and desire became a weapon sharper than any blade, one woman became the storm no one prepared for. Amina arrived with no past she could claim, no name that belonged to her, and no mercy left to give, and brought into the glittering cage of the Kaede Estate-a palace of silk and secrets where beauty masked brutality-she was foreign, feared, and impossible to ignore. Her skin was the color of midnight obsidian against ivory kimonos. Her eyes held centuries of survival. And her presence unraveled the discipline of every man who dared look too long. Ryo Takamura was the estate's deadliest shadow. A master sworder trained since childhood to feel nothing, want nothing, become nothing but the blade his family demanded. He had killed for honor. He had buried his humanity beneath layers of control until he was ordered to watch her. Until their first meeting ended in violence and something far more dangerous than bloodshed-recognition. The kind that burned. She should have been beneath his notice. He should have been her executioner. Instead, they became each other's ruin. Through the Crimson House where pleasure was traded for secrets, through underground duel grounds where men died for sport, through assassination plots and forbidden nights and the slow, maddening spiral from hatred into obsession, Amina and Ryo discovered that the deadliest war was not fought with steel-but with the unbearable, inescapable gravity of wanting someone they were forbidden to touch. This was not a gentle love story. This was a collision. A reckoning. A descent into madness, revenge, and desire so intense it left scars. Winter came. And winter did not forgive. ©️ Relle H

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍," 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. " 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏." "𝙾𝚑, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚠?" 𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. "𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞?" 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜. "𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝." 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 "𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚢 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢" 𝚋𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚞𝚕 𝙰𝚗𝚔𝚊. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔. "𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗y 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘 consume.

He grunted before continuing onto his 47th pull up. At a pace of 1 pull up every 3 seconds, we weren't too far from the goal. I walked up to him slowly, his back facing me, no mirrors to help him. I stalked very slowly towards him. We were alone in the gym, no music or other distractions so he could hear my footsteps very clearly. I stopped right behind him, his waist right at my eye level. He stopped moving, dangling from the bar with his arms straight. I reached up to the middle of his chest, and firmly placed my hands on his abs, making sure i felt every dip, every vein, every bump on his skin. I bit back a moan. The sweet scent of his sweat. The same sweat that glistened from his pores onto his smooth skin served as a lubricant as my hands slowly slid down his more-than-toned body and stopped right at his hips. With a smile on my face, I let my hands follow the natural shape of his body and traced along his v-line without stopping, knowing he was reaching his limit. ---- FEELS - pettymfs