"The Mob King and His Enemy's Daughter" Natalia Gambino was raised to obey. Her father's world had one rule-bend or break. She learned to bend--perfectly and quietly. Until bending became the only thing she knew how to do. When Vito promises her to his underboss, Natalia accepts it the way she accepts everything--in silence. She doesn't know someone is coming... Alessandro Rubino has spent eighteen years building toward one moment. He doesn't want the throne. He wants to ruin the man sitting on it. Taking the man's daughter was never the plan. Keeping her was never supposed to happen either. She thinks she's escaping one cage... just to be locked into another? ---- "Look at you..." he murmured, his breath warm against my neck. My body betrayed me, trembling as his hand traced lower, slow and deliberate. "...never forget who you belong to, Natalia." I swallowed, my voice barely a whisper. "I won't." His grip tightened, his voice dropping into something darker. "Then prove it. Bend over for me." ---- - book 2 of "The Prodigy" series (can be read as a standalone)

Soleil's life is full-school, work, church-but everything shifts the moment she meets Santiago, a calm, steady man caring for his younger siblings. Through late-night messages, Sunday mornings, and small everyday moments, they slowly connect, learning trust, laughter, and maybe something more, all against the backdrop of family, faith, and the life they're trying to figure out.

Shes the hardest rapper on the block. Shes the sweetest little baddie in the city. And somehow, Kane is totally whipped. Drama, teasing, rival crews, stolen kisses. One hood queen. One soft baddie. And chaos everywhere in between. #1 wxw (1/27/26) #1 loveinthestreets (12/2/25) #2 studxfem (12/2/25) #1 ganglife (12/5/25) #5 ganglife (12/2/25) #38 streetromance (12/2/25) #58 drillrap (12/2/25) #220 slowburn (12/2/25) #449 hoodlove (12/2/25) (REWRITE COMING APRIL 11, TAKING THE BOOK DOWN SO YALL CAN STFU ABT CHAPTER 18.)

"I do have something in mind, actually." The words were certain and very clear. Celine leaned back against the couch, her smirk softening into something darker, quieter. "Well then," She said, voice smooth enough to make my spine tingle, "Come show me." My breath caught before I could even think. The room seemed to hum around us-the low buzz of the liquor, the faint rustle of the robe against my skin, her eyes following me as she'd already decided what was going to happen next. Something in my chest fluttered-or maybe it flipped. The words weren't loud, but they pulled at me anyway like a command wrapped in velvet. I hesitated, barely. Then the hesitation melted away, the same way the liquor did earlier. My body moved before my mind caught up, slow and deliberate 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴, drawn to her like gravity wasn't a choice. 𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓𖤓 Monét was never one to follow rules, that word seemed unknown to her knowledge. Monét was a troublemaker, it ran in her blood-well half of her blood. Her father being the chief of the police, the rule follower, yet he made an exception for his daughter always running to her rescue when needed. Monét was also the type to get what she wants, so when she sees this older lawyer-you can guess what she wants. And she intends to get it, stopping at nothing. She wouldn't let anything stop her, not age, not her issues, not her father, not a judge. Nothing would stop her from getting what she wanted.