"Its like I'm addicted to you." Lyric is a born hustler, taken her father skills and mother looks she becomes the head bitch in Harlem, New York. But when dealing with man Lyric doesn't know how to pick em, after meeting the notorious kingpin name Devin and having sexual enter courses with him she feels trap and suddenly hook on em. But will she find a way to overcome her lust and so call love for Devin or will somebody else have to show her she's worth more than she think she is? Book (1) - @sivryh Cover work: UrbanDynastyNovels

“Please just let me see him, I just need to make sure he’s ok. I promise I’ll leave and never come back if you just please let me see him.” This bitch is looking at me like I’m embarrassing her. All I want is to see her son and she’s here acting like I’m begging for charity. I need to see him to ease the pain in my heart. I feel like I’m drowning in it. I can’t understand why it hurts so much. Why I feel like someone cut out my heart with a dull knife. “Young lady I’ve called security to remove you from the premises, you’re embarrassing yourself and my family. MY son would be ashamed if he saw this.” The words are barely out of her mouth when I see two strong guys coming towards me. I drop to my knees, I felt helpless. I’ll beg if I have to, I just need to see him. “Please, please, please just let me see him! I’m begging please, I just wanna see him. I’ll just be a sec I promise, then I’m gone.” The witch turn and walk away. The security guys picked me up and I fight. I am not leaving this hospital until I see Richie if it’s the last thing I do. “No, no, no, no!!! I just wanna see him. Why won’t you let me see him! Please I beg of you, just let me see him!!” I have cried before, but now I can’t seem to stop. Big strong heart-wrenching sobs rocks my body. I cry as they drag me away, screaming for them to let me go. Then someone shouts. “Get your hands off of her, you idiots!”

"Let's get one thing straight, Red, once a deal is made with me there is no backing out. there's no loophole, no back door, no side gate, nothing. I own you now!" His hands were once again around my waist, but they didn't stay there. He started to slowly run his hands up my body causing me to get hot in places I didn't even know I could get hot. My breath caught when his hands grabbed my breasts and squeezed lightly, then they moved higher taking my hands with them until they were pinned above my head. Then hot soft lips crushed down onto mine and I swear I felt like gravity abandoned me. MATURE CONTENT! SEX, VIOLENCE, AND CURSING WILL BE FOUND THROUGHOUT THIS BOOK. BEWARE OF GRAMMAR MISTAKES...YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

Fight! Fight! FIGHT!!! When everything that you've ever loved has been taking away from you, what would you be willing to do to get it back? What would you become in order to execute your revenge on all those who have wronged you? And even if you survive the battle with your enemies, will the war you're fighting with yourself kill you? +++++++ "Yes." "Ms Widow, we have got a lead on Natasha, but you aren't the only one who wants her dead. There are rumours floating around that someone extremely dangerous is also looking for her, he's offering two million for her capture." I crushed the phone in my hand, "Well, I'll double his offer, put the word out. Natasha is mine!" He whistled, "Sure thing, boss, I'll let the guys know." "Oh, and Levi, kill him if he gets in your way." I could hear the smile in his voice, "Yes ma'am." +++++++++++ "Touch yourself, baby, I want to see you pleasure yourself." I didn't hesitate; I let my hand slide down my body until it found my sweet spot. Slowly I run my fingers up and down, watching him as he watched me. "Faster," he said, "I want you to go faster." I obeyed, moving my fingers faster. He stood there, eyes glued to the rhythm of my hand. I watched him stroke himself in time with me, I felt the pressure build up inside of me, causing me to arch my back. He grunted then swore, "Go deeper baby, use two fingers." I did as he asked, using two fingers to pleasure myself. As I moved my hand, my hips rise to match it. My free hand grabbed my breast, and I squeezed hard, panting his name. His eyes never moved from between my thighs, and his own hand kept on stroking himself.

"Are you wet for me baby doll?" his whisper feathering my ear, while I could imagine the smirk on his lips. My eyes were shut, the more he teased me the more turned on I was. Stroking my inner thigh delicately with the tips of his fingers wasn't helping either. Sending a spark up my spine tingling my nerve endings in my entire body. What is going on with me? *THIS IS FOR MATURE READERS AS IS CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT AND STRONG LANGUAGE* *I do not own the rights to the cover photo* Alex Thompson has always been at the top of the food chain when it comes to intelligence, it has been both a gift and a curse for her. She has been away in UCLA studying and she soon finds out her boyfriend has been cheating on her, by catching him in the act. Her older sister's wedding is coming up in the end of summer so she has to go to her second home for thanksgiving in Savannah, Georgia to help her sister plan. While returning to her Savannah home on the beach, she knows the Carter family will be in attendance, their families have been close ever since she was nine. Alex is two years younger than her older brother Kyle, but she was put in the same year as him because she was academically gifted, being the youngest gives her a lot of protection. Kyle best friend with one of the Carter boys, Knox, who grew to be NFL football player and an extremely handsome sex god, and boy does he know it. All his life he has played football, and being a professional footballer has his benefits... especially with the females. He is known for being one of the best players both on and off the field, never sticking to the same girl. Alex and Knox have despised each other for years, but when they meet each other again in Savannah will their feelings have changed for each other?

**Story is undergoing revision to edit and fine tune details** Tall, check. Tan, check. Handsome, triple check! Dasha's history teacher this year is anything from ordinary. Mr. Hayden Blaze is quote on quote the "sexiest man to walk the Earth" according to every other awestruck freshman at the University. So what would happen if Mr. Blaze just so happened to land his eyes on Dasha? There is such a thing as history repeating itself, but where did it ever prove that a teacher and student could get away with a relationship without anyone noticing?

How could you ever love a fuckboy?

in which bailey has suffered through sexual assault, soon being stuck in a position where she must move in to an apartment with ethan dolan. the boy every girl wants, but not her. [currently being heavily edited] highest rankings: 19/05/18 #1 in dolan #1 in dolantwins #1 in ethandolan #11 in fanfic #7 in fanfiction

One of the biggest fuckboys of the school. Flirts with almost every girl. Fucks every girl that'll let him. Plays the girls he dates. Until he came to me one day. I know his intentions. I wasn't gonna give in. Until I gave in one day, and things changed. Or so I thought it did.