Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by staying small. Head low. Mouth shut. No waves, no risks, no getting caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in quiet menace. A man the streets don't just respect-they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase. He doesn't beg. He doesn't explain. Yet somehow... he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out. Neisha's defenses are falling apart. And the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation... or self-destruction. Because in a world built on loyalty, violence, and revenge; love is the most dangerous thing you can touch.

"So, do you agree to this... Ms. Aliyu?" His tone was smooth, arrogant-like velvet over steel. Aisha's eyes lifted, steady and unbothered. "...Yeah. But on my terms." "Terms?" His brow arched, amused... for now. She crossed one leg over the other, deliberate. Dangerous. "First-I'm not your employee. You don't own me." His jaw tightened. He leaned in, gaze darkening with curiosity-and something else. She didn't flinch. Didn't blink. "And most importantly..." Her voice dropped. Her eyes hardened. "No. Catching. Feelings." A challenge. A warning. A lie waiting to happen. Aisha Aliyu is a bold, vibrant final-year interior design student, drowning in bills and craving more than just survival. Curious, a little reckless, and hungry for control over her own life, she signs up for an elite escort service. She expected money. Power. A little thrill. She didn't expect Michael J. Donovan. A self-made billionaire with ice in his veins and control issues in his blood. He doesn't do love, and he certainly doesn't entertain women who talk back. But when Aisha sets her terms? He signs-just to watch her try to hold the line. Two lives. One contract. No strings. No feelings. No way out. But rules were made to be broken, and some hearts... were made to be undone.

Jaylen, a 25-year-old Black man and a famous football player for the most well-known team in the country, has a best friend named Matteo - a well-known white billionaire. What the world doesn't know is that Jaylen and Matteo are more than just best friends; they're also secretly friends with benefits. One night, like many others, Jaylen was hanging out at Matteo's place. They were having their usual fun, enjoying each other's company in private. But the next morning, they were jolted awake by the sound of the doorbell. When they opened the door, they found a 4-year-old boy standing there. The shocking part? The little boy looked like both of them. And then, as soon as the boy saw Jaylen, he pointed at him and called out, "Mom." Jaylen and Matteo just stood there, jaws on the floor. Would you like help writing the rest of the story or turning it into a full chapter? 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭: 20/12/2022 𝐄𝐧𝐝:?

*ROMANTIC DRAMA* *WARNINGS: - Mild suicide attempt mentioned - Organized criminal activities - Mild discrimination - Language - Violence - Dangerous weapons mentioned - Blood *INSPIRED BY "When the Yakuza Falls in Love" and "Maid in Manhattan" *2021-2021💧 I looked at the strange woman. My son gripped onto her like his life depended on it. She didn't necessarily look like any woman I've seen before. She had fair skin and black curly hair. Nevertheless, "Koda it's time to go home now. Let's go."I explained calming, inhaling the smoke from the bud, even though I had been trying to quit, and let my sharp black eyes calm for a moment. "NO!"My small son shook his head violently."Koda stay wit mommy!" "Mommy?"From my tall position, I glanced between my son and the woman he cried into. "Just what exactly have you been spouting to my son?" "I didn't say anything about being his mom! I swear! H-he just ran up to me and those men started pointing guns at him!"She exclaimed still shook up from this difficult situation. I pushed out one last line of smoke and squashed the bud under my pointed black leather shoes. "No. You are mistaken. They were pointing them at you."I sighed,"Takoda can you please come with daddy now?"I pointed to the place next to me. He shook his head and tears began to fall again. "NO! I want to be wit mommy now! I want mommy!"He gripped onto the woman's torso even tighter. I sighed one last time. "Very well then. It can't be helped."I began to walk away then waved to my accomplices simply saying, "Will take the woman with us. We're done here." "W-where are you taking me?!"She shouted with fear as my men lifted her with ease while Takoda stayed on her chest with a glowing smile that would make anyone melt even in a situation such as this. "Yeah! Mommy come home! Mommy come home!"He clapped. "H-Home?"She panted. 💧

Aubrey Lane has spent her whole life being the good girl-quiet, curvy, and easily overlooked. In a school where perfection is currency, she's learned to survive by staying invisible. But all of that changes the moment she's paired up with the school's notorious bad boy: Knox West. With inked arms, a lazy smirk, and a glare that could melt steel, Knox is everything she's been taught to stay away from. He smokes too much, fights too often, and has girls lining up just to say they've had a piece of him. So why is he suddenly looking at her like she's the only one who matters? Forced together for a class project, what starts as friction turns into heat. Late nights turn into stolen moments. And when Knox pushes her up against the wall after hours in the art room and whispers, "You don't even know how beautiful you are, do you?"-Aubrey starts to wonder if being invisible was ever really living. He's the temptation she never saw coming. She's the softness he didn't know he craved. And together, they're one spark away from burning the whole world down. Love was never the plan. But neither was falling for the wrong kind of right (Follow me for moree)

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At 24, Janiyah's life is far from glamorous. Broke, overlooked, and crashing on her sister's house, she's desperate for something, anything to change. Her sister, a respected fertility doctor for the elite, works with women who carry babies for the rich. One late night, Janiyah overhears a business call. The payout? Life-changing. That's when she makes a bold decision: she'll become a surrogate. No strings. Just money. Enter Jamie Carter, America's most elusive drug kingpin. Wealthy, ruthless, and emotionally untouchable, Jamie has everything except the one thing he's quietly longed for: a child. After a half-joking conversation with his mother and sister about hiring a surrogate, Jamie decides to make it happen, but on his terms. Total surveillance. Zero privacy. No lies. No drama. His rules are non-negotiable. When Janiyah becomes Jamie's chosen surrogate, their worlds collide in explosive ways. What starts as a transactional arrangement slowly morphs into something neither of them expected. But can two broken people, one hiding behind money, the other running from her past really find something real in the middle of the most unconventional agreement? Strict contracts. Explosive chemistry. One dangerous deal. The Surrogate is a gripping tale of power, passion, and the kind of love money can't buy.

"Politics isn't merely about power; it's about wielding influence with finesse, orchestrating the dance of nations on the world stage." ••• Welcome to a tale that echoes through the luxurious enclaves of the capital to its very downtrodden streets. Trayaksh Dev Khatri, a man of formidable ambition and unwavering resolve, gets entangled with Ananya Sen, a young woman with dreams as vast as the sky and a heart as tender as a daisy. Their destinies intertwine through an arranged marriage, orchestrated by Trayaksh's formidable grandmother. A single encounter is all it takes. Just one. Thus, the heavens set its own fate by uniting the two--no room of regret anymore. And so, a feral obsession begins. "People assume it's her tears that ignite my rage," A scornful chuckle left his lips. "Fools." He uttered with a menacing sneer. "It's the slightest shadow of discontent on her face, a single disheveled golden curl, a gaze that holds anything but sheer delight. Tears? They're the tipping point where I lose all restraint and set the world ablaze, turning the heavens to cinders." His declaration ended with a dangerous, chilling air, his eyes glinting lethally like shards of ice. Venture into a world where politics meets passion, blurring the lines between light and darkness within the tumultuous embrace of destiny. ARC I : His Feral Obsession ••• Now available with English Translations. ••• BEST RANKINGS #1 Chief Minister #1 Prime Minister #1 He fell First and Harder #1 Obsessive Husband #1 Possessive Husband #1 Possession #1 Elite #1 Ruthless #1 Influential #1 Wealth #1 Politics #1 Wattpad Authors #1 Wattpad Indian Story #3 Forced Proximity #5 Dark Love #5 Doting #6 Dark Romance #7 Desi ••• ⚠ WARNING : This story contains mature content including strong language and depictions of violence that may not be suitable for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. •••

𝑨𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔, 𝒎𝒚 𝓗𝓞𝓞𝓓 𝓑𝓐𝓑𝓨 ___ Ending kinda suck, soooo🤷🏽‍♀️ I don't know how to end books yall😭😭

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