This was my first book as I started and ended this book sometime in 2023-24. I edited a little, but not much so read at your own risk... Brianna takes Aiden hoodie off before going back to kissing him as he slides his hands under her tank top, cupping her breast making her kiss him harder. She then abruptly stops making Aiden snap his eyes open. "What?" He ask her as she cups his face looking him directly in his eyes. "I love you Aiden. Like seriously I really do." She says making him chuckle at how random she said it but when he looked back at her she seemed so very serious. "Come on Brianna, you know I'll love you always and forever," he said while kissing all over her face which made her laugh. "You're so corny." She playfully pushes his face away from hers making him laugh. "I'm serious. Like forever and ever and ever-" but she cuts him off as she rolls her eyes and kisses him again.

❝Read me your favorite pieces of poetry while I please you❞ I feel his hardness grow underneath me and watch as his chest begins to rise and fall. His lips part open with heavy breaths. I begin to unbutton his shirt slowly, kissing down his neck almost in the worse and possible - teasing way. The cross necklace lying there, his holiness slipping away inch by inch as I leave my sins along his untainted skin. "P-Please" The deep vibration I feel against my lips as they stay on his pulse. I smile and lift my head, with one slow grind of my hips. Alessio let's a hot moan fall from lips. His erection grows harder, as well as the pulse of my clit. My pussy directly above him. "Read to me Alessio" - Honey Rose is a eighteen year old nymphomaniac sin, her desire for sexual pleasure and the way words slipped off her tongue easily without regret, get her sent to Hartford Academy. Where studies and religion are the only things allowed to be spoken in the halls. In which a nymph corrupts the innocence of her Dean's Son. Cover by : RoseEmiliaSnape Highest Rankings - #1 in badgirlgoodboy. #1 in nymph. #1 in unholy. #1 in tension. #1 in naughty. #1 in boarding-school. #2 in forbidden. #2 in tutor. #5 in seduction. #6 in unholy. #7 in lust. #10 in innocent. #11 in temptation.

Orelia Foster never imagined she'd find a way out. She never believed that one day, someone would come and free her from the man who'd held her captive for most of her life. A man who saw her only as a means to make money. That's how some foster parents are-uncaring about the health or well-being of the children they take in. Money, money, money. That's all they crave. That's all they'll ever crave. But Orelia didn't care where she ended up. As long as she had her ballet and the melodies only she could hear to fill her mind. Then, one day, everything changes. A woman arrives to take her away to a secluded house deep in the mountains. A place where a boy lives-always silent. Always watching. Always listening to whatever plays in his headphones, a cigarette always resting between his full lips. A boy who's just like her. Shuffled from one foster home to another, as if they were nothing. She's intrigued. Orelia has never felt this kind of intrigue before. Not like this. But he's mysterious... and oh so hauntingly beautiful. ❀❀❀ Started: November 2nd 2022 Finished: Ongoing <33

Urban Poly FanFic || Plus Size 18+ Poet • Imarra • Malik Why choose when you can have both.. ++++++++++++++++++++++ 🎶 "She gimme head & ride dick, that's a laptop" 🎶

"She never asked to be chosen second. He never asked to love soft." Ka'Lani Simone Harris spent her whole life watching boys pick her brownskin twin, Imani, first. Every text, every glance, every "you cute but..." - it all ended the same. But when Juelz Amir Thompson steps into her world - quiet, tattooed, hood-smart, and realer than any man she's known - he flips her entire mindset. Only... Ka'Lani ain't sure if he really sees her, or just another shadow of her sister. Juelz got demons. A past that moves quiet but dangerous. And love? That shit was never part of the plan. But Ka'Lani pulls something out of him nobody's ever touched - not his exes, not his block, not even his blood. Now the city watching. Girls throwing shade. Secrets resurfacing. And his enemies? They don't like seeing him soft. But love like this? Ain't soft. It's bold. It's bruised. And it refuses to be background. This ain't no fairytale. This is hood love

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟.

"You're aware I'm 34." "Yes.." 11 years older than her.. "Mmm... come here A'Niyah."

Sienna-Rae Woods has always lived in a world that feels too loud, too bright, and too fast to keep up with. She learns early how to survive it-through routine, silence, and the steady comfort of yarn between her fingers. Crochet becomes her language when words don't come easy, and keeping everything "just right" is the only way she knows how to breathe. Then Acari shows up. Quiet. Observant. Masc. Unbothered by the noise of everyone else. At first, Acari is just another seat beside her in class. Another presence Sienna doesn't expect to stay. But she doesn't leave. She notices things-small things. The tapping of Sienna's fingers. The way her world shifts when it gets too overwhelming. The way she tries so hard to be okay when she isn't. And Acari doesn't try to fix her. She just stays. Between stolen glances in class, quiet moments after the bell, and conversations that don't need many words, something begins to form-soft, unspoken, and impossible to ignore. But love isn't simple when your mind works differently, when emotions feel too big to name, and when being understood has always felt out of reach. For Sienna-Rae, falling in love doesn't feel like fireworks. It feels like learning how to breathe without fear. And for Acari, it feels like the first time someone's silence finally makes sense. Between stitches, two girls learn that softness isn't weakness-it's survival. Sequel to PROJECT:PRETTY.

"ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴋɪꜱꜱ 𝘚𝘢𝘪o𝘮𝘪" "ɢɪʀʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ" 𝘚𝘢𝘪o𝘮𝘪 ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴏɴ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴡ ᴋᴀʏᴄᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ

𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. "𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗺. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁. 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂.." 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗺 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹. "𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗮? 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻' 𝘁𝗼𝗼. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻' 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗼."