He licks his lips, staring at me in the mirror. "You cut my shit right I'll pay you two bands, if not den I'm not payin." " Three bands, for doubting me and for being an ass. If I fuck up, I'll pay you for wasting your time." I added, putting my own spin on the deal. He shook his head, lifting his head lazily, " Nah, that's not how this works sweetheart. I made you a deal, and I don't negotiate eitha." I chuckled, grabbing my hair tie and putting my locs in a ponytail. " Then I guess you better find another shop to do your hair," He sighed, " You real stubborn, you know that?" I crossed my arms, " No, I just put money where my mouth is. Maybe you should do the same,"

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 ❝ 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽, 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖺. ❞ 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌． ❝ 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽， 𝗂 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒. ❞ That hit a nerve. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 + 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞 : ̗̀➛ 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝒟 _______________________________________ ⚠︎︎ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 !!

Camya and Sy'aire have been friends for a while, meeting through there close friends, but the longing stares and the hidden touches always kept them wondering if there was something more between them but neither one ever spoke on it, Sy'aire kept his guard up with anybody that came across him, many people knew about him for being straight forward and blunt and most didn't like it but they still were attracted to him by his imitating demeanor and looks, he didn't have no interest in them, but when he's around Camya it's a different story, no matter how much he told his self to stop, he couldn't keep his eyes off her, when Camya finds herself a man, Sy'aire still finds his self wanting her heart, mind and soul so he can take care of her the right way, even if the man is his cousin.

The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

She's accidentally given his hotel room to stay in...when he confronts her he instantly recognises her beautiful face. This one moment would be the beginning of their love story...

'You see this hair? You can't imagine how many times I've imagined it wrapped in my fists while I fuck your tight, sweet pussy,' he stated, his voice deep and inviting. And gosh, if words could fuck, I'd have an orgasm right now. My breath hitched, and I could feel my chest rising up and down. God, so he thinks of fucking me too? My cheeks reddened as I imagined him pounding into me. 'Do you want me to fuck you, hm?' he asked, his hands twirling my hair, then moving to the curve of my ass. ──── ୨୧ ──── He watches her like a sinner craving salvation- but there's nothing innocent about what he wants. Niccolò Romano isn't her brother. Not by blood. Not by law. But sharing a house with your childhood best friend turned cold, silent, six-foot-something heartthrob? That's dangerous. Lenora walks around in tiny shorts and soft tank tops, driving him crazy-and maybe she knows. Maybe she wants him to snap. And when he does, it's not sweet. It's intense. Possessive. Obsessive. He shows up in her room at midnight, voice low, jaw tight, telling her no one gets to touch her, look at her, or even think about her. Because she's his. And he doesn't care who finds out-parents, campus, or the entire world. Off-limits? Too late. Forbidden? Way past that. Once Niccolò lays his hands on her, there's no undoing it. No hiding it. No going back. She was never his to want- but now that he's had a taste, He'll ruin everything just to keep her. Living under the same roof, Lenora must decide if she can resist Niccolò's pull-or surrender to the past and passion that bind them. 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄 : ❥ mature/sexual themes/smut ❥ alcohol references ❥ language ❥ mild violence ❥ obsession ❥ tension started- May 1st , Finished June 11th Copyright all rights reserved

𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝-𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝟏𝟖+ Aurellia Mitchell never imagined a simple house party could turn into a nightmare. One moment she's drinking and laughing, then everything goes black. She wakes in the back seat of a locked car, an unfamiliar man watching her through the rearview mirror. He turns out to be her best friend's brother. From the moment he noticed her at the party, he's everywhere, lurking in the shadows, tracking her every step, breathing down her neck. And now that he's claimed her attention, he refuses to let it go. Even if she begs on her knees, he won't leave her alone. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. Rankings: #1 in Crazy (sep 2025) #1 in Psychopath (sep 2025) #1 in Bestfriendsbrother (sep 2025) #1 in Morallygray (sep 2025) #1 in Smutish (oct 2025)

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.

Rumi "Rue" Monroe was a girl who grew up too quick and too soon. When her parents died, all she had left was herself, her overworked aunt, and bills they could never quite outrun. Fresh out of a relationship after catching her man in bed with another woman, Rue is exhausted working herself to the bone, drowning in responsibilities, and done with men altogether. She keeps her head down, minding her business, praying life gives her something better than struggle and disappointment. She isn't looking for love, danger, or anything that can break her again. Until she meets him. Nazir "Naz" Creed is the coldest man in the city a quiet storm with a reputation that speaks louder than he ever needs to. Running the streets with his brothers built him an empire people fear and respect in equal measure. Naz moves with precision, loyalty, and violence when necessary, and he's never cared about much outside money, power, and keeping his circle alive. But then he sees Rue. What starts as a chance encounter turns into a collision neither of them can walk away from. Rue's sweetness clashes with Naz's darkness, her broken hope meets his guarded heart, and suddenly the city's coldest man finds himself warming to the one girl who wasn't looking for him in the first place. And the streets? The streets don't like when the wrong people start caring about each other.

A spontaneous Friday night outing led Nova to a surprise destination: Ramiro's bed, the one person her brother can't stand- and the one who ignited a fire she can't seem to ignore. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛, 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙧. "𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩?" 𝘼 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙝 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙩. 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤," 𝙄 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨. "𝙍𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙤?" 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙙. "𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙤, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧?"