Juliette Moretti had long been the picture of duty. Born the daughter of a notorious mob boss, she grew up in the shadows of the underworld, groomed to play the part of the perfect daughter. Despite her resentment, she did everything right. She wore the dresses. Perfected the smile. Married the man who would finally free her from her fathers grip-Romeo Moretti. But Romeo was more than just an escape, Juliette loved him, naively. She spent ten years of marriage searching for a place in his guarded heart, and for ten years he adamantly pushed her away, tucking her in the shadows, treating her as little more than a possession. No matter their history. No matter what she did, or the child they shared. Now, older, smarter, Juliette has finally gained the resources she needs to leave this marriage once and for all. She'll do anything to give her daughter the life she deserves. The only problem? Romeo refuses to let go of what's his.

It was just a one night stand, but all it took was one time. Cam Girl Madeline who just wanted one night of sexy, pleasurable sex ended up with just more than that. She doesn't know his name and doesn't know anything about him. All she knows is where he lives, but it was complicated with him. She finds out he has a wife.

He blocked her in. She shut him down. Now, the whole town is waiting for the explosion. Sage Woodson didn't come back to Liberty Creek to fall in love. She came to bury her grandfather, sell his estate, and get back to her life as a high-powered Chicago ER nurse. She has a plan, a timeline, and zero patience for the locals. Especially not for the arrogant Fire Captain driving a midnight-blue F-150 who thinks he owns the road. Captain Connor Stapleton is used to being the hero. He's used to respect. He is not used to a curly-haired tourist publicly questioning his manhood in a crowded coffee shop parking lot. They were supposed to be enemies. But when Sage inherits her grandfather's rusted-out 1969 Chevelle, she realizes the only mechanic in town skilled enough to save it is the very man she swore to avoid. A wager is struck: Connor has one week to get the engine running. If he fails, Sage leaves for good. If he succeeds? She owes him a date. But late nights in a humid garage have a way of blurring the lines between fighting and flirting. As the engine roars to life, so does a possessive, feral hunger that neither of them expected. Connor doesn't just want a date. He wants to ruin her for anyone else. And Sage is realizing that the only thing scarier than leaving... might be staying. Small town. Big truck. Massive attitude.

Maeva took charge of my dreams. Melted me with a simple glance. My affection for her grew in secret because she wasn't mine, she was my brother's. Until he ruined everything. Left her heartbroken beyond repair. Now, it's my turn to show her what love is supposed to look like... from one lover to another. [Update each Tuesday at 10:00 AM CET]

Malika Danai is pressure. Friendly, social, and loved by all, Malika thrives in college and is often seen as a mirage - seemingly real and attainable but disappears when approached. She's a party girl to the core. Loves to drink, flirt, and explore with her best friends, Ayana and Isabella. Her beauty is undeniable. With curly black hair cascading over her shoulders and golden-brown skin that glows no matter where she's at, Malika's presence is impossible to ignore. Her dark brown eyes often sparks with mischief, and her full two-toned lips often curves into teasing grins that hints at secrets she rarely shares. Malika excels at a lot of things but she was never the study type. She prayed the night before exams and hoped that her grades would at least give her a passing score and somehow, that always worked. Until now... Her grades are barely holding on- good enough to pass, but not good enough for a sorority like the Alpha Kappa Alpha (AKA). She wants to join. No she needs to. It's the only way she can prove to her mother that she's worth it. And she'll do whatever it takes. Even if it means casting her pride aside to get help from the boy who loathes her existence. Meanwhile... Theo Sinclair is a weapon. An academic weapon that nobody can beat. Coming from an old money family where the expectations and bars are set high, Theo surpasses them all and is often pushed towards greatness by his family. Yet he has a big flaw: boredom. Because of his uncaring attitude towards everything and everyone around him, Theo is often alone. Deliberately avoiding attention and validation from peers; he thrives in the silence and rhythm of his own scheduled routines. He has only one rule; 'Never let myself feel things I can't control.' To him, parties are ratchet and vile. An enigma vastly contrasting his reverence for solitude, silence, and carefully ordered thoughts. So when he's pushed into an unwanted arrangement, he resents the intrusion because slowly, his rule...

She's used to being the punchline. He's ready to burn down the theater. Journee Doyle has perfected the art of invisibility. As a plus-size woman in a world obsessed with size zero, she knows her role: be the funny friend, the hard worker, and the one who takes every insult with a smile. By day, she's a ghost. By night, she waits tables at the prestigious Nocturne Crown Hotel, serving Manhattan's elite while trying to forget she exists. Until the night she can't. A backhanded compliment from a billionaire guest and a "clumsy" spill of red wine by a jealous waitress leave Journee humiliated in a room full of people who refuse to look her in the eye. She flees, thinking it's just another scar to hide. She's wrong. Someone was looking. Andrés Morales-the elusive, ruthless CEO of the Nocturne Crown empire. A man who rules New York from the shadows. To him, Journee isn't invisible. She is inevitable. Andrés saw the insult. He saw the tears she tried to hide. And when he rewinds the security tape, his fascination snaps into a dark, primal obsession. He doesn't just want to comfort her; he wants to ruin anyone who ever made her feel small. When a custom gown arrives at her doorstep, sent to an unlisted address, Journee realizes this is no fairy tale. It's a hunt. She thinks he's playing a cruel game. She thinks a man like him could never want a woman like her. So she runs. But she's forgetting one thing: Andrés Morales owns the city. And he loves a chase. He doesn't want her to fit into his world. He's reshaping the world to fit her.

Asia-Naye here, I was the best in the game-slick, untouchable, and raking in cash from sweet-talking rich men over the phone and when it calls for, in person. Then one slip-up put me on the FBI's radar. Now I have a problem: work with them or kiss my freedom goodbye. Their terms? Pretend that I'm engaged to their top agent, Special Agent Kuran Minks, while he tries to protect me, I try to keep myself out of trouble. But by the looks of it, I bet he'll write me letters when I'm in prison. (From Minks, With Love) written by Dainiel Douglas/Prezii/Theebookgirly

Havana is all grown up and ready to take on life's challenges. However, one fateful night of passion ignites an uncontrollable desire between her and a man deeply connected to her adopted father's past, who's more dangerous than she initially believes. A/N: Excuse typos being edited.

A Nigerian woman, finds herself trapped in a dangerous world of organized crime. she's forced to work as a maid for a powerful mafia boss who shows no mercy. Struggling to keep her head down in a brutal environment, Angel faces physical and emotional challenges. As she navigates the dark corridors of this mafia-controlled empire, her unexpected connection with the cold-hearted mafia boss stirs up emotions she didn't anticipate. With each encounter, Angel must fight to protect herself from the dangers lurking around her, including her own growing feelings for the man who holds her life in his hands.

"Hello Mr and Mrs Moore. Do you know why my father and I have called you here this evening?" I said as I sat down and reached for my cigar box. "No Mr Bianchi we have no idea why, we must admit it came as quite a shock when we heard you wanted to talk business with us." The pretty African American woman said from across him. Hm, he didn't tell her. What a shame. Not wanting to be the barer of bad news I slowly clipped the end of my cigar watching as the tip of it fell in the ashtray. I leaned over the table and pulled my lighter from the box and lit it while the cigar hung from my mouth. I took a few puffs still stalling since I didn't want to see my future mother in law cry. Because with the news I bare she surely will. ___________________________________ A story where a made man has come to collect what is his from a deal made long ago.