He turned a church girl into his personal freak.

*Not edited* I snuggled into the pillow before I felt his arm wrap around me, pulling me closer. My head now in his chest as he pulled my leg over him. "I love you," he whispered with his eyes closed. "Why?" I whispered back and he opened his eyes, looking at me and chuckling a little. "Gabriella, if you don't say it back and stop playing," he mugged and I laughed. "I'm not playing. Why?" I smiled looking up at him and he let out a deep sigh. "I love you because you're the best thing that's ever happened to me...because I was lost before you...because I can't go a second without thinking about you...because my mind goes foggy when I'm not around you...because there is nothing in this world, or any other, I wouldn't do for you...because I know you always got me...because you're my baby and all I'm ever gonna do is love you," he smiled kissing my temple ::: Gabriella Rae Mason is a dancer who moved from New York to LA to follow her dreams. She ran away from a past that still has a hold on her. Although she finds it hard to let her guard down, her life it going well with what she's built for herself. That's until she meet a man who pulls her life in all different directions. Jordan is an artist. He's good at painting and interior design, his way with prints and patterns warm you. The colors of his work paint a rainbow but his insides are coated grey. A cloud of darkness filled with pain and trauma follows him. Will the new girl he meets be able to halt the precipitation? #1 Black Writer(8/1/22)

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

He crashes his lips onto mine, kissing me hungrily and grabbing my face as if he were starved. 'You want revenge?' He mutters into the kiss. I nod as I grip onto his face, pulling him into me roughly, still kissing him like he was the only thing to exist. 'We'll get you your fucking revenge...' Milan's finally living the life she's always dreamed of with a fiancé and a wedding just around the corner. Nothing could ruin this for her. That was until she starts suspecting her very own fiancé of having an affair right under her nose. But this combined with a mysterious man that she happens to run into one night by chance, maybe her life wasn't going in the direction she hoped for.

nir·va·na a state of perfect happiness; an ideal or idyllic place. where we see what happens when an emptiness that one thought could never be filled is overflowing. when two lost souls find each other. where a broken record plays a perfect harmony. when after years of searching, you find nirvana.

"Cause if you let me, here's what I'll do I'll take care of you" Allaya is just a girl from the Caribbean trying to make it in NYC. She's too busy going after everything she's ever wanted to be bothered with the drama that comes with love and relationships. She's so used to being alone that she doesn't know how to let someone in. So, what happens when she falls in love with her boss, rapper, and mogul Dave East? I do not own any of the images used in this book or on the cover. All fictional characters do not reflect the names and face claims in reality.

"Stop it, Dax." I wouldn't meet his eyes, I couldn't. His hot breath trailed up my neck, his soft lips ghosting over the exposed flesh. He chuckled when my back arched involuntarily, my cheeks flaring hot and pink. "It's Officer Rivera, to you." His deep voice rasped quietly in my ear. "Besides, you don't want me to stop, Princesa." "If you don't stop, I'll-" "You'll what?" He interrupted, smirking against my jawline. "Call the police?" Jane Kingsley is a Veterinary Medicine major at the University of California-Davis. If she isn't at school, she's either working or lounging around the house she shares with her best friend, Vivian Tyler. Everything in Jane's life was getting back to normal, almost boringly average. But then Officer Daxon Rivera moves in next door. Flirty, sexy, and a total asshole: Officer Rivera is everything Jane wants to stay away from. But can she? -Mature Content within- Ranked #32 in Romance [2-1-2018]

|18+| In one night of drunken, post-breakup passion, Lizbeth manages to hookup with the dominant boy of her dreams. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one and done, never seen again. Until she does see him again, as her professor. Private tutoring sessions never sounded so good. |This is a BDSM-themed, erotic romance. If that and other assorted pervy things do not appeal to you, take this as your warning.| × Highest Rankings × #1 in Breakup #1 in Kink #1 in Passion #1 in Professor #2 in teacherxstudent #32 in Romance

Ever since her mother's death, Adelaide Emelry has been living with her abusive father, who also happens to be the king of Soleria. Despite living in a royal palace, Adelaide didn't exactly have the easiest life. On her 18th birthday, she finds out she is to marry their enemy of 130 years, Dominic Alsvera, also known as the God of War. Will she find happiness or will her world become worse than it already is? Warning: mature content [EDITING]

//Please note this story is under heavy construction! Read at your own risk.// If you look for perfection, you'll never be content. ~Leo Tolstoy . . . . . . . A flower is to be always beautiful lest it is cast away. A flower is to be innocent and pure. Delicate in nature, ever to bring squinting smiles to those around. A flower is perfect. Always perfect. She was the perfect embodiment of a flower. Her name, Iris. A thorn is sharp like a knight's blade. It inflicts pain and draws blood if one dares to get close. A thorn protects a flower from the wickedness of the world. A thorn is attached to the king, ever guarding. He was the perfect embodiment of a thorn. His name, Luca. She was an iris in no need of a thorn and he was a thorn in no need of a delicate iris. Thrust together by an arranged marriage, the unlikely pair, the thorn, and the flower must now find a way to co-inhabit in the same garden. Bracing the strength of the winter, will their love and companionship last for the spring season or will the cold betrayal of a parasitic orchid, the overflowing herbicide of lies and the perfect perfection of the Iris trample the delicate budding bloom of their affairs of the heart?