"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

Aamani Lalowa was born in the shadows of New Orleans. A gorgeous woman who fought her way out of violence and abandonment to become one of Manhattan's most promising prosecutors. Archie "Archibald" Walker was born into New York power. Old money, elite education, and a reputation as the city's most feared criminal defense attorney. Charming in public. Psychologically unhinged in private. A master manipulator. Their lives collide in one of the most televised, nationally explosive cases New York has ever seen, and the clash sparks something far darker than rivalry. A dangerous attraction. Twisted interest. But only on one side. Because while Aamani tries to keep her distance, Archie becomes intensely-dangerously-obsessed. An infatuation that evolves into a dark romance with no intention of ever letting her go. Not in this life. Not in any. He is not a good man. And when Aamani realizes she has crossed her moral lines and fallen directly into his trap, she faces a truth far more terrifying than the case itself: Archie Walker doesn't want justice. He wants her. Completely. In the most darkest primal way... Surviving him may cost her everything-even her life. • ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ-ʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍꜱ, ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏꜱ.

"Hmm, getting turned on during your class?" His left hand cups the side of my breat, "Bad girl." I slap his hand away, face burning. "Fucking stop it, asshole." But Daelan just chuckles darkly, his hand sliding back, fingers tracing over my thigh. "You say stop, but your body's screaming yes, baby." "Stop calling me that," I hiss, squirming, but he tightens his grip on my thigh. "You're such a brat," he murmurs, voice rough near my ear. "I should put you in your place, right here, make you come apart under the desk, let everyone wonder why you're shaking." "Fuck you," I snap, but my voice comes out breathy, shaky. He grins, cocky as hell, fingers slipping higher, sliding under my skirt. My heart slams against my ribs. "Daelan-" "Shh," he murmurs, palm pressed right over my panties. "So wet, baby." I jolt, eyes wide, looking around frantically. Everyone's paying attention to Coach Karen ranting at the front. No one's looking back here. "Stop," I whisper harshly, but my thighs tremble as he rubs slow circles on my clit. "Tell me to stop again, baby, I dare you," he whispers. "You're soaking." "F-fuck off," I gasp, but it's weak, so fucking weak. He slips a finger past the edge of my panties, dragging it through the wetness, groaning softly in my ear. "God, you're dripping for me." My head drops back slightly, hips jerking against his hand. "D-Daelan..." He pushes a finger in, slow but firm, right there under the desk. I bite my lip hard, trying not to moan, my hands gripping the seat. "Fuck, you're tight," he breathes, finger curling just right, sending sparks shooting up my spine. My pussy clenches, body arching helplessly. "You're such a dirty little girl," he murmurs, pressing closer, his breath hot against my neck. "So needy, so desperate."

She thinks she's invisible-just a waitress working late shifts to pay her bills, slipping through life without being noticed. But she's wrong. Someone sees her. Him. Cold, powerful, and dangerously obsessed, he's watched her for months from the shadows. He knows her routines, her smile, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear when she's nervous. To the world, he's an untouchable billionaire, ruthless and controlled. But when it comes to her, control is slipping. When she accidentally stumbles into his world-an overheard phone call, a mistaken identity, a stormy night-he decides watching isn't enough anymore. He wants her. Needs her. And he'll do anything to keep her close... even if it means unraveling her world to remake it with him at the center.

Nia never got into any trouble, she never hung around the wrong crowd. All she did was focus on school and her future. Until Caine came into her life and made it better in more ways than she ever knew she needed. This is a love story! And don't be frightened by the length. The smut, tension and everything you can think of is THERE. You don't want to miss.

When broke ER nurse Evelyn Santos stumbles upon a brutal mafia murder in the alley behind her hospital, she thinks her life is over-until the killer spares her life on one condition: she becomes his personal medic. Now caught between her ailing daughter, her cold-hearted family, and a world of crime she never wanted to enter, Evelyn must learn to survive. But the more time she spends with cold, calculating mafia boss Nicolas Moretti, the more the lines blur between captive and protector... and the less she wants to leave. 🥇#Italian 10/22/25 🥉#bwwm 10/22/25 🥉#nurse 10/27/25 🥈#babymama 10/30/25 🥇#evelyn 11/6/25 🥇#nurse 11/15/25 🥇#singleparent 12/5/25

Book Cover By: @sudansaint A young waitress's dating life is a disaster, but her next encounter could be deadly when the alluring tattoo artist she's drawn to reveals himself to be a monster with a twisted plan to own her completely. •••••••• Raya finds herself falling into the lap of a mysterious and enigmatic tattoo artist, Jamal Hart, whom she had recently commissioned for a piece. Little does she know, Jamal has been secretly stalking and observing her every move, with a hidden agenda to corrupt and possess her. She doesnt know that Jamal's aloofness is a carefully constructed facade. He is obsessed with her. He knows everything: her work schedule, her favorite color, even the brand of lotion she keeps on her nightstand. His knowledge isn't innocent admiration; it's the product of meticulous, unsettling stalking. Jamal doesn't want Raya for a conventional relationship. His desires are far more twisted. He sees her perceived vulnerability as an opportunity. He wants to corrupt her, to push her boundaries, to strip away her independence and remake her in his own image. He wants to possess her, body and soul. This story has been edited and is now completed.

Book Cover By @sudansaint Drawn to the veiled danger of an ex-con at her father's tattoo parlor, a bored woman finds thrilling escape in his arms-and an unknown stalker, only for his silent admiration to curdle into a terrifying possessiveness that, instead of terror, ignites a fierce arousal and intrigue within her. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Liam Russell, a man defined by his quiet intensity and deeply possessive nature, emerges from prison seeking a fresh start. He finds it at "Desirable Ink," a tattoo parlor owned by the formidable yet strangely welcoming Jamal Hart. Under Jamal's wing, Liam quickly finds his footing as an artist, but his observant gaze soon fixates on Harmony Hart - Jamal's vibrant, captivating daughter. What begins as a captivated admiration for Harmony quickly curdles into a chilling obsession. Liam watches her, learns her patterns, and soon, stalks her every move, consumed by a fierce, undeniable need to possess her. Unbeknownst to him, Harmony, desperate for a taste of dark desires, is drawn to Liam's silent intensity, seeing a darkness reflected in his watchful eyes. But she isn't fully prepared for what she wishes for.

Stalker romance Previously known as Acosador CURRENTLY RE-WRITTING 1 in toxic 6/21/25 1 in dark romance 5/19/25 1 in disturbing 8/18/25 1 in big age gap 7/1/25 1 in physiological 7/27/25 The argument didn't escalate. Liam doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't need to. When he's angry, the room gets smaller. The oxygen vanishes. Your own heartbeat betrays you. And when he left the room, slamming the heavy door behind him, I stood there for hours, unmoving. Not because I didn't want to move-but because I didn't know if I was allowed to. That night, he didn't sleep beside me. And I unraveled. I went through three different outfits. I brushed my hair seventy times. I practiced walking with books on my head like Rosa used to force me to do when i behaved badly. I whispered apologies into the dark, unsure if he could hear me. But he must have. Because in the morning, he was in the kitchen, making coffee like nothing happened. And when I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his back, he sighed and said, "There's my good girl."

Mila an ordinary high schooler living the best of her life with her parents. Babysitting a toddler was supposed to mean toys, snacks and nap time. Mila didn't expect the toddler to be the brother of the most feared Mafia boss , ,, nor did she expect the quiet mansion, strict rules and faces that could bring you nightmares. . . ... One babysitter One toddler And a family that doesn't know how to be normal