"𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚" 𝖱𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗅 𝖡𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗒, 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋. 𝖧𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉, 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖱𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗅 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗑 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌 𝖡𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗋&𝖻 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋, 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗚𝗢 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦: 𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑻 Three young kids grew up thinking the world was actually dangerous. Bianca grew up with an abusive dad, Chris grew up not knowing his dad and Mario grew up without his mom. They have been through so much, going into high school was a tough time because so many things happened after summer break. When things was supposed to go good in their adult life, Chris went to jail after abusing his girlfriend, Bianca stuck with a girl who didn't care about her and Mario was always alone because no one wanted to date them. But Mario and Chris stuck by each other's side for their music career, that Bianca helped out with too, but that didn't mean things wasn't going good. So what happens when they find out they have feelings for each other but never told anyone about it, because they want it to be a 𝑺𝑬𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑻.

Welcome back. If you are new here, this is the part where I usually tell you to get comfortable, pour a drink, and remember that the truth is rarely as clean as people want it to be. Tonight is different. I am not dissecting someone else's story. I am telling you mine. You all know what this show is. I talk about real cases. Real people. I focus on the parts no one wants to look at. The desire, the control, the slow slide toward violence that people mistake for love or loyalty. I am usually very good at keeping myself out of it. Then I meet him. Elliot Hale. He does not react when I say the quiet stuff. He does not try to soften anything. We talk. Then we work together. I do not notice when it turns into trust, only that suddenly I want him close. Not emotionally. Physically. I want his body in my space. His hands on me. His mouth. I want the way he watches me, like he already knows what I will let him do and is waiting for me to catch up. I know what he is. I still want him. This story is not about innocence or deception. It is about complicity. About how easy it is to excuse darkness when it speaks your language. About the moment you realize you are not deciding whether someone is dangerous. You are deciding whether you are willing to live with it. If you are still listening, good. Here's our story.

Sugar Rush follows Shylo, a confident woman who embraces sugar dating for luxury, and Sevon, a successful businessman who thrives in the world of wealth and status. What begins as a transactional arrangement soon turns into something deeper, forcing Shylo to question her desires and whether she's ready to open her heart. As their connection intensifies, both must confront the blurred lines between independence, attraction, and love.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇,── a head turning beauty is stuck between a lawyer by day and a king pin's princess by night. She finds herself in a tangled relationship of love and hate as she is offered to defend a new client, who she is also demanded to kill. Will they kill? Will they love? Will they be destined to be together? Will it all come to an end as tragedy comes to the streets....

Poems are hidden, in the deepest part of a human. Words only escape, when the pages are full. No one might understand them, but there is a chance that many people may.

"𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐯 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲." --------------- 𝐀 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫.

Fatima thought life after Stanford would be hers to enjoy, until she's forced into an arranged marriage to save her family's legacy. Zayn Caruso is everything she vowed to avoid: arrogant, ruthless, and the heir to a dangerous mafia empire. A billionaire who uses women and discards them without a second thought. She's stubborn, fiery, and unwilling to be controlled. He's cold, entitled, and used to getting his way. Two strangers. One unwanted marriage. Can they survive their new life... or will their hatred burn into something far more dangerous?

|Completed | A crossover w/ @_ntsha (go to her profile for her version!) Four strangers from diverse walks of life meet on a cruise and spend an unforgettable week together-all of them on their own self-discovering journeys and onboard for different reasons. ~~ Cassie Steele had no hope for the future, and the future had no hope for her. Or so she believes. Mentally and physically abused by her father and unnoticed by her mother, Cassie prays for a life of her own. But forgetting the demons of her past wasn't as easy as she thought. That was put to the test when she met Brooklyn Brankovich, heiress, and ballet prodigy, Gael Fletcher, and Noah Anderson, who have been life-long best friends, are intimidating players always looking for a good time. In their true nature, they seek companionship in the girls they meet onboard - even if only for seven days. Drama arises when the girls witness a crime the boys take part in. Because it's their job, the boys have to report back to their boss, Zane Ali. Desperate for a fresh start, the girls from the South head out West after answering an online job ad. As if by chance or dumb luck, the girls end up moving to the same apartment building in California. They quickly learn they are not the only ones there when they come face-to-face with Noah and Gael from the cruise. More suspicion is raised when the four also have to work together at the infamous millionaire Zane Ali's underground strip club: The Playroom. But how are these run-ins possible, or is it destiny? WHO killed the notorious millionaire Zane Ali? Call it an accident, or call it fate. . .