Luna Calypso Moore, a garota estudiosa do ensino médio, teve um caso com Rigel cochoelo o garoto do ensino médio, o popular, ele era desejado por todas amava a sua popularidade mais um dia, em uma festa, tudo saiu do controle, pela primeira vez ela ficou bêbada e ele como de costume, bebeu, ficou bêbado, eles se encontraram e acabaram tendo uma das melhores noites inesquecíveis, maís no dia seguinte, nenhum dos dois lembravam, isso deixou os dois aflitos, as amigas de Luna falou com quem ele ficou, nem ela acreditou mais ele, parecia não lembrar... no dia da formatura todos estavam presentes, menos ele, aleatoriamente, ele foi morar no interior a um mês atrás ele não estudava mais lá e se mudou para o exterior, saiu do Brasil, mais você não sabia e pretendia contar que estava grávida. mais o impossível aconteceu, ele não estava lá. dois anos se passaram, você arrumou um emprego que tinha um salário excelente para sustentar vocês dois, sim. você e o pequeno Caleb. só vocês dois. mal sabia é que o Caleb é um herdeiro, e o seu novo emprego era com o pai do seu filho, ele parecia não se lembrar de você...

Twenty-four year old, Aaliyah Hayes is a university student who's currently in her second last year of her studies. As someone who constantly strives towards overachieving when it comes to her academics, she finds it difficult when an unexpected individual suddenly catches her eye and she catches his. The only problem is, is that the individual turns out to be Sergio Leone, her Sociology professor.

At sixteen, Delilah made a choice she thought would save her daughter from repeating history. Terrified she'd become the drug-addicted ghost her own mother was, she walked away from her newborn without looking back. Matthew-the only person who'd ever loved her unconditionally-promised to raise their daughter alone. His wealthy family disowned him on the spot. Ten years later, Delilah has built a new life: new name, new city, successful business empire, lawyer husband who doesn't know she ever had a child. Then Adrian mentions his new case. A struggling single father. A sick ten-year-old daughter. Medical bills he can't pay. A custody battle designed to destroy him. Delilah recognizes the details when she sees the file. Matthew Hale. Faith Hale. Her daughter is dying. The man she abandoned is drowning. And her husband is the one trying to take Faith away. Some mistakes don't get second chances. Some debts can never be repaid. But Delilah will sacrifice everything-her marriage, her carefully constructed life, her right to remain invisible-to fight for the family she left behind Even if they never forgive her.

{ Valentino series #3 } "I love you so much. Please, don't break the last pieces of my heart that is left." I whisper & she stares at me with sad eyes. "Milo I love you. If you truly love someone you wouldn't hurt them. I will never hurt you & I hope you feel the same." she speaks softly. I shut my eyes when her soft & warm hand comes in contact with my face. All my problems & pain vanishes the moment she touches me. "I love you." I whisper. ... Warning- Contains smut, violence, blood, death. Started: 04/09/22 End: ... 05/10/22

Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?

She just looked up at me, breath catching in her throat, eyes wide and wet beneath the streetlight. The pink of her dress shimmered under the glow, her skin gleaming like bronze polished by heat and defiance. "You want to dance drunk in some stranger's hands?" I demanded, jaw tight. "Fine. Just say it." She stared at me. Furious. Flushed. Shaking. Then she whispered, "Why does it matter so much?" I didn't answer. Couldn't. Because the truth would've ripped open everything. So it came out before I could stop it-low, guttural, the sound of something breaking free. "Because you're not theirs." She froze. And then... she stepped closer. Just a breath. Just a whisper of space left between us. "Then kiss me," she said, voice soft but certain. "You always stop. You always pull away. You tell me you notice me. That you protect me. But you never kiss me." She looked up at me, trembling. "So kiss me. Or let me go." I didn't move. Not for a heartbeat. Not for five. Because I knew what would happen once I did. There would be no turning back. Not for her. Not for me. She looked like sin and sweetness wrapped in fire and I'd already gone too long pretending I didn't want to burn. So I moved. One hand slid to her waist, dragging her closer. The other tangled in the back of her curls, angling her mouth to mine. And then I kissed her. God, I kissed her. Like she was the only source of oxygen left in the world. Like her lips were something I could consume. Like kissing her could fix every cracked, corrupted thing inside me. It wasn't gentle. It was possession. Teeth, tongue, breathless heat and broken restraint. Her mouth opened under mine. I took advantage tasting rum, rebellion and something so soft I nearly lost my balance. Her fingers gripped my jacket like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go.She moaned into me. That sound soft, desperate, mine shot straight to the center of my chest. I deepened the kiss, groaning as her body arched into mine,

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝒽𝑒'𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 -𝐻𝐸𝑅✰

Aqua Carter is only 21 years of age. She is a high school drop out because of family issues. without a high school diploma she won't get hired. Then she meets a woman by the name of Shelly,who runs a surrogate agency. She doesnt have a choice but to sign up, get pregnant and pay her bills. Sounds easy right? Not in her cause when she meets Quinton Jacks. A 38 year old business man who will lose his company if he doesn't produce an heir. Most impressive rankings: Racist: number 1 out of 719 stories (Achieved 01/01/2023) Outspoken: number 3 out of 200 stories (Achieved 10/06/2022)

Genre: Romance, Mafia, Arranged Marriage, Dark Love, Drama --- Main Characters: Amara Johnson - 24-year-old ambitious African-American woman, a talented fashion designer who just landed her big break. Fierce, independent, hates being controlled. Luca Moretti - 29-year-old ruthless Italian mafia heir. Cold, dominant, and carries a dark aura. His life revolves around power and loyalty to his family. Antonio Moretti - Luca's father, head of the Moretti crime family. Tessa - Amara's best friend who always speaks her mind. --- Plot Summary: Amara's life takes a shocking turn when her father, deep in debt, promises her hand in marriage to Luca Moretti, heir to the Italian Mafia empire. Forced into a marriage she never wanted, Amara must navigate a world of danger, betrayal, and passion. Luca is everything she hates-arrogant, possessive, and terrifyingly powerful-but also the man who makes her pulse race like never before. Their marriage starts as a contract. But when rival gangs target Amara, Luca's protectiveness awakens something deeper in both of them. Love in the mafia world is never safe-especially when secrets and blood oaths threaten to tear them apart. --- Themes: 🔥 Arranged Marriage 🔥 Enemies to Lovers 🔥 Dark Mafia Romance 🔥 Possessive Hero / Independent Heroine 🔥 Passion + Danger ---

『 𝙉𝙊 𝘿𝙊𝙐𝘽𝙏 』 What happens when a 22-year old lands a job in a restaurant, and meets the owner's son. Excerpt from book: 《 His voice was low, raspy, laced with something of desire, maybe, but all I could hear was lust of the most unchaste kind. "You know, you drive me crazy,... so fucking insane. And it might just be my madness talking, but I have a feeling you want me." He approached, closing the gap between our two bodies. I tried taking a step back, but only felt the cold kitchen counter against my warm trembling palms. "Do you want me, dolcezza?" He whispered against my ear as his hands found their way to my waist. The heat between my legs was insufferable, and my pounding heart drummed against the walls of my chest. In my head, it was clear, I wanted him, but him, of all people? He lowered his hands to my hips and pulled me impossibly closer to him. I let out a shaky breath, that came out as a soft moan. Shit. "Then be a good girl, and say it." 》 ❦❦❦ Read trigger warnings first. I do NOT own any of the pictures or the music displayed in this book. Highest rankings: #1 in blackwoman #1 in trend #1 in slowburn #1 in forbidden #1 in trending #1 in blackgirl #1 in vote