𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙖? 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙢𝙢!! ━━ "Anyways y'all I'm bouta hop off cause I'm so mother fucking hungry that I would eat pork right now" I swiped off Instagram and turned off my phone. Mir moved to go lean on the counter and I fixed my position so I could see his face "I can ask you some?" Nodding my head I waited for him go say something "you love a nigga for real?" Shit do I lie? Pretend as if it's a joke and I'm playing? Laugh it off? Try act like I couldn't hear him? No hablo inglés? Or just keep smiling? Or tell the truth? I'm sure any will work. ━━ y'all the book is unedited!! ranks 🦋 #1 hoodlovestory #1 clingy #1 blackcouples #1 thuglife #1 smutmaybe #2 hoodlove #2 urbanstory #3 shortstory #3 crazylovestory #3 newyork #4 urbanfiction #4 thuglove #5 lovestory #5 urbanromance #6 possessive #8 hoodromance

Ivy's extremely gifted in school and cheer, she plays the role of the picture perfect girl trying to reconstruct herself after what happened to her sister and only has one goal for herself. Alex lives the playboy lifestyle planning to never settle, along with being a gifted football player at that. But with the lifestyle his father forces on him and his unsteady track record this fall to shambles. They never got along from the jump but a movie classic kinda encounter forces them together causing them to make bad decisions making them come to new realizations, giving them new challenges, and changing their lives, but for better or for worse is the question. Rankings 6/22/22- #1 in interacial 6/20/22- #1 in enimiestolovers 6/21/22- #3 in bwwm Started: April 3rd Finish: july 26th

If ur homophobic kindly swipe away do not read!!!!! P. S contains mature contents...... lol and tbh I don't know how to write story details.....;) Its a must read....

Illumoria~ The realization that every person has hidden parts of themselves, a light they rarely share. Zhi'Elle Banks is a St. Louis native and home-based hairstylist starting fresh in Houston with her daughter, Kha'Zhani. Quietly resilient and fiercely devoted, she's rebuilding her life with intention-love was never the plan, but Nayeli changes everything. Nayeli Monroe is a Houston-based fashion designer with a bold vision and a guarded heart. Known for her style and independence, she's spent years searching for real connection-until Zhi'Elle makes her believe it might actually exist.

"All of a sudden you just intrigued with me...." "I've always been intrigued by you, ma. I just been 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘄𝘀." "Well that's not creepy at all", she said sarcastically. Started: 7/28/2026 Published: Finished:

I let out a quiet breath as my back hit against the wall, but I didn't move. His sharp light blue ones never left mine, his jaw tightening as he stared at me. And like always, his face gave away nothing. Completely unreadable. For a second, his gaze flickered past me, landing on the guy standing a few feet behind me. Then it returned to mine. He took another step forward until there was barely any space left between us. His hand came up, fingers settling firmly around my neck, not enough to hurt, but enough to make my breath catch. I hated how much I liked it. How the warmth of his hand against my neck made me feel things down there. "I feel like you playing with me, Amara." His voice was low and calm, somehow making the words sound more threatening. "How, Sebastian?" I used his full name on purpose. His jaw ticked again. "Kissing another man tonight?" he asked quietly, his eyes dropping to my glossed lips, lingering there for a second before lifting back to mine. "You serious, Sarai?" A small grin pulled at my lips. "So now you care?" His fingers tightened ever so slightly. "I asked you a question." "And I asked you one first." Silence. The kind that somehow said more than words ever could. Neither of us looked away. I tilted my head, pretending his hand wasn't doing something to me. "I thought we wasn't together." His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek. "We not." "So why you mad and in my business about who I lay my lips on?" His eyes searched mine, his gaze dropping to my lips again. Then he leaned in. Not enough to kiss me. Just enough that his voice brushed against my skin when he spoke. "Don't test me, Amara." His voice was barely above a whisper. My pulse stumbled. I hated that he could do that. Hated it even more because I was almost sure he knew. And for the first time since I'd met Sebastian Moretti, I couldn't tell if I'd won or if I'd just pushed him a little too far.

"It all started with a tattoo" This story is a little fast paced

This was my first ever 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