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.

"My name is Maurice." He finally answered, his eyes shifting away from hers, "Also, your arm is bleeding." He pointed to the wounds going down it. Brielle lifted her arm, taking a quick glance. "I know." She said softly, dropping her arm back to her side. "Okay." He oddly responded, dribbling the ball between his small hands. Brielle stared at his skills with recognition, given that she always watched basketball games with her mother on television. She was intrigued, wanting to play basketball with the boy. "Wanna be my friend?" She asked shyly, still watching the motions of the ball, before looking up at him, the beads in her hair rocking. Maurice's face scrunched. "Eww, no." His face tightened, "You're a girl." He replied, his eyebrows furrowing with disgust. Brielle watched as he looked her up and down, as if she were either crazy or stupid, before he simply turned on his heel, dribbling the ball towards his friends. She frowned, sadness and humiliation consuming her. ⋆ ✭ ☆ ✭ ⋆ ^ 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙡𝙙. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌

Their love was a secret woven from steel and silk-strong enough to defy the world, yet delicate enough to tear at the slightest pull. Every stolen glance felt like a promise they weren't allowed to keep, a quiet rebellion against the rules that tried to keep them apart. In whispered moments, they dreamed of a future no one else believed in, holding tight to something beautiful, dangerous, and undeniably real.

Teyena, a bold 21-year-old nail tech and party girl, falls for Kentrell, a calm 29-year-old mechanic who's left his wild days behind. Their connection is strong, but their age gap and opposite lifestyles create insecurities, misunderstandings, and emotional growing pains. Through every high and low, they discover that even imperfect love can change them in all the right ways.

"𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬? 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴" 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘡𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳. "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?" 𝘐 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥. "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴." 𝘛𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳 (𝘡𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳), 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 5 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦? ****** love you all for reading, commenting & voting but sadly, this book will not be continuing. I've had writers block for ages & honestly I think I've just given up with writing in general. idk though. so fingers crossed my love for it comes back. but i highly doubt that, and even if it does, it won't be for this book. I'd probably start another

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

"submittere", which means "to yield or put under".

She's the untouchable heiress-beautiful, manipulative, and dominant in every way. People are possessions to her. Love is a weakness she exploits. He's the shy virgin gamer who's never even kissed properly. A school project pairs them together. Just two opposites forced to work side by side. Bad Girl (Dominant/Psychopath) x Good Boy (Virgin). Slow Burn. Possession to obsession. She fucks around for power. He blushes at the word "sex." Until proximity turns into something neither expected. A dark, addictive college romance about control, chaos, and a connection that breaks all the rules

"Just let me take care of you," Alexander says as his hand moves across my thigh, his legs holding me in place on the couch. "I can't, it's too much-" I go to move his hand, but another set of hands stop mine. The rings and veins make it obvious who it is. "Enzo, please," I whine quietly. "Be a good girl and sit still. You need a release, baby. Do you want us to make you cum, or Vince?" It was then that I look over to the armchair in the corner, a silent set of eyes sweeping along my body before raising to my eyes. Vince. _________________________________ Ellie Taylor was strong. A 20-year-old college student with two full time jobs and being forced to take care of her younger brother, Eddie, it was fair to say that she was exhausted. She needed someone to take care of her, but would she let anyone in long enough to take control? The A.V.E Brothers. Not actually brothers, but business partners and friends. Alexander Marcello, the professor. Enzo Romano, the CEO. Vince Grey, the Bodyguard. They were bored of their easy and lonely lifestyle, and needed to have a challenge; something new. They craved control. Would they be able to keep someone around long enough to relinquish their control?