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After his brother gets shot and is stuck in a hospital bed till he recovers, Kyarie is stuck living with his brothers bestfriend. Only problem is, Kyarie has had feelings for Cameron for a while now. He doesn't know how to act when those feelings start to be reciprocated. Cameron learns how to deal with people softly, Kyarie starts letting someone see the hard parts of being him and through it all, they're dedicated to learning each other. "You know sometimes I wish I was different, normal like everyone else..." "Nah, then you wouldn't be you. And I love you."

"I love you more than yesterday,and less than tomorrow"

Koryn moves back home and reconnects with an old friend of hers. They form a strong bond quickly but can never take a break with all of the hurdles thrown their way. But koryn doesn't just stop there.. that's only the beginning. A spoiled mommy and daddy's girl who always gets her way. She has a little bit of an ego but anyone she touches loves it and can't get enough.

『 𝙉𝙊 𝘿𝙊𝙐𝘽𝙏 』 What happens when a 22-year old lands a job in a restaurant, and meets the owner's son. Excerpt from book: 《 His voice was low, raspy, laced with something of desire, maybe, but all I could hear was lust of the most unchaste kind. "You know, you drive me crazy,... so fucking insane. And it might just be my madness talking, but I have a feeling you want me." He approached, closing the gap between our two bodies. I tried taking a step back, but only felt the cold kitchen counter against my warm trembling palms. "Do you want me, dolcezza?" He whispered against my ear as his hands found their way to my waist. The heat between my legs was insufferable, and my pounding heart drummed against the walls of my chest. In my head, it was clear, I wanted him, but him, of all people? He lowered his hands to my hips and pulled me impossibly closer to him. I let out a shaky breath, that came out as a soft moan. Shit. "Then be a good girl, and say it." 》 ❦❦❦ Read trigger warnings first. I do NOT own any of the pictures or the music displayed in this book. Highest rankings: #1 in blackwoman #1 in trend #1 in slowburn #1 in forbidden #1 in trending #1 in blackgirl #1 in vote

18++ 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃. which was one word to describe them. "do you want to know what I'm about to do to you right now? i'm going to fuck you until these sheets are soaked in your tears and cum," her breath hitched as he kissed up the middle of her chest and neck. "i'm going to spell 'mine' with my dick inside you," amira whined, squirming her legs around his torso, feeling him rub against her slit. "i'm going to spell it with my tongue inside you, with my lips all over this mind-fuck body. i want you; amira decker, to know that you are going to be mine. whether you continue to fight it or not," he reached her ear, kissing her warm skin. "you are my future. you are the fucking mother of my future kids, you're the reason my dick wakes up in the morning. it's because i'm always thinking of you and sometimes i just can't help it," he kissed down her neck. "mine," he reached her breasts, using his tongue to spell the word with painfully slow licks. the teasing alone made her soak the bed more. "mine," he kissed down her heavy-breathing belly. spreading her legs apart, he used his thumbs to unfurl her lower lips. "mine," he said lastly, drawing a coat of saliva from his mouth and onto her pussy. amira gasped breathlessly as she felt the wetness melt between her clit. grabbing her thighs, his cold chain bracelets made her flinch. he ducked between her legs, the chain around his neck sliding across her slit making her twitch. "i want to destroy you tonight, cherish you later. but I'm still hungry, so first, i'm going to eat again," he muttered and dove straight into her sensitive spot, knowing exactly where it was like the first. his tongue slid, sucked, flicked, licked, and kissed creatively over and over her sensitive spasming clit. one lick and her entire body shook as she gasped in bliss pleasure. she cried, nearly tearing up the sheets above her head. ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐱𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

What happens to two people when a sudden child death happens? Do they manage to cope or not? Meet Dixie West. A perfectionist, top lawyer, and blunt person who'd be willing to call out your imperfections but slow to your emotions. Meet Cameron West (AKA Cam) a kind soul, and head of the fire department. While putting out fires might be easy, he can't put out the ones with his wife. Do they stay together, or get a divorce? Read to find out!

1723 he lifts my dress and can't help but grab both sides of my ass with his big strong hands. internally groaning at the sight. I was begging for him to mark me and make me his. he pulls my panties down and fall to my ankles. my dripping heat is on display for him. only him. he picks me up and places me on his desk taking his time to push my legs open and slide a hand in between. he places gentle kisses on my neck while his other hand starts to rub on my clit I gasp throwing my head back in the process, giving him more access to my neck. his mouth starts to trail down my body getting lower and lower with each kiss. he grips my thighs tightly as his head dipped between my legs. I feel his thick tongue dip inside of me next, every moan that left my lips was all for him and that very thought made me wetter he then managed to wrap one of his hands around my neck, his face never leaving from in between my legs but instead going deeper. my moans got louder as his grip on my neck got tighter, but he then stopped and pulled away I groaned in protest. he stood back up and got in my ear "what are you thinking about Elizabeth" *slow burn*

Vance does not love. He does not ache. He does not long. He does not feel the way mortals ruin themselves over feeling. He is ancient. He is controlled. He is a vampire who has carved the weakness of love out of himself centuries ago. And then there's Moneé. Soft where he is sharp. Devoted where he is distant. She loves him with a kind of reckless, breathless intensity that should terrify her - but doesn't. Vance pushes her away. Again. And again. And again. But something else refuses to. The shadows that follow him do not obey. They curl around Moneé's wrists when she tries to leave. They whisper truths Vance will not speak. They pull her back into the dark every time he tries to set her free. Because while Vance cannot love... His shadows can. And they are tired of letting her go.