"Tell me if this hurts, Annie." Alyxe said, softly nibbling on her skin. At first, Analeese was confused as to why the small nibbles would hurt her, but she soon realized that the small nibbles weren't what she had to worry about. "Fuck." Analeese cried out as Alyxe bit down hard on the space between her inner thigh. "You don't understand the things you do to me, Annie. I just want to destroy you, devour you, and please you everytime I'm near you." - Analeese was an innocent girl. She knew about sex, but had never engaged in the actual activity. She always assumed it was overhyped, so, she didn't worry about her virginity too much. She had better things she focused on. But, things change when you're in college. Especially when shy boy Alyxe takes a liking to Analeese. She makes his mind foggy in the best way possible, he can only imagine the things he could do to her, the many different ways he could corrupt her innocent mind.

"I'll ask you again Angelina...why have you been avoiding me?" "I haven't been avoiding you." His expression didn't change, but his eyes glinted with malevolent humor. Reaching out he pinched her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze, "Denial doesn't suit you, Angel," Her jaw ticked and her fierce glare burned into him, "I'd love it if you put that much thought into how fucking crazy you're acting right now." "Maybe if you weren't so set on avoiding me, I wouldn't be acting crazy," She scowled, "Mateo I don't know what sick little game you came here with the intention of playing, but let me remind you of something Boy, I' a grown fucking woman, I practically raised your ass, so amma ask you as kindly as I can to quit this shit before it goes any further." He chuckled, "You think I'm some little boy playing games here Angel," Her temper flared and she snapped, "What else could it damn be Mateo? I'm dating your father, you're a child, my son's best friend, yet look at what you're doing, how else can you explain this except it being some sick little game." Her ire gave way to a sense of loss, frustration, and disappointment the more she said. This wasn't the boy she knew. "Look, please, just stop whatever this is you don't have to do any of this shit, it's not worth it, we can forget this even happened, just stop before it gets out of hand, please," she implored frustratedly. Cocking his head to the side he chuckled darkly, "You really don't get it, do you?" Shrinking back, her breath hitched as he leaned in, caging her even further and pinching her jaw in an almost bruising grip, forcing her to keep looking at him as he completely trapped her. "You know...for a moment I was almost convinced" he cooed, voice laced with sadistic humor, lips mere inches away from her face, and gaze burning with primal intensity he whispered. "But how could I believe you-when not even you... believe the bullshit that just came out of your mouth."

Ephemeral adjective "lasting for a very short time." Just as Gabriel so happened to come across a new café, he met Iesha. It felt like all those draining years were ephemeral. From that moment on, he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

In the glittering world of wealth and privilege, three unlikely hearts become inexplicably intertwined. Dream, a plus-size black girl with an unforgettable spirit, captures the attention of Cole and Beckett, two heirs to billion-dollar dynasties who share more than just their privileged background. But as their secret romance deepens beneath the shadows of their elite high school, tragedy strikes without warning, none of them anticipate the devastating chain of events that will tear them apart. Years after Dream's mysterious disappearance, a single letter emerges that threatens to shatter their carefully rebuilt lives. As the past collides with the present, these three must face the consequences of choices made long ago - and decide if some bonds are truly unbreakable, even when they've moved on-or so they say.

Amina wants a baby-on her terms. No romance. No strings. No father involvement. But instead of going the clinical route, she picks the one man she despises: Lukas. Why? Because his genetics are perfect. His record is perfect. His health is perfect. His brilliance is undeniable. And he has a type of raw dominance that she thinks would produce a strong child. So she sets a formal business meeting. Slides a contract across his marble desk. States her intentions with no emotion. He laughs first. Then he reads the contract. Then he looks at her-really looks at her-and says: "If you want my child, Amina... you're not getting it in a cup. You're getting it the natural way." She refuses. He smirks. But Lukas has waited years for this door to open. And he knows exactly how to bend her resolve. Eventually, she agrees-strict rules, boundaries, a timeline, and an exit clause. She believes she can keep her heart out of it. But she has just stepped into his game. And Lukas? Lukas doesn't intend to give her just a child. He intends to have her. Completely.

The beautiful hopeless romantic Sarai (Sah-rye) Shaw is over the moon about her upcoming nuptials to the man of her dreams. She has an unpleasant encounter with a ruthless biker gang, Hell's Monarch. Shane Ross is the merciless leader who always takes what he wants. Unfortunately for Sarai...Shane wanting her brings more trouble than expected.

"You lying bitch," he snapped, rounding on her in front of the doctor and two nurses who'd just entered with follow-up forms. "You really thought you could pull this off, didn't you? Trap me?" Her eyes widened, horror dawning in real time. "I didn't-" "You think because I took you in, because I cared about you, that you could play me?" His voice rose. "Ambrose, please stop-" "I trusted you," he hissed. "I defended you. Against my mother. Against everyone." She shook her head violently, tears pooling. "It's your baby. I never cheated on you, I-" He laughed coldly. "You expect me to believe that? Some girl from nowhere, clinging to a family she'll never belong to?" His words were knives now, each one carving into her chest.

NOW ON KINDLE UNLIMITED! Read the full story, including exclusive scenes, via the link in my bio! 🔗 He came for a hiding place. He stayed for the cook. Serenity Davidson has no time for strays. She's too busy running the best soul food catering business in Greensboro and keeping her heart in the Dudley neighborhood. As a proud Dudley High alum, Serenity knows how to handle the heat but she isn't prepared for the starving, half-dead man collapsed on her front porch. She does what she does best: she feeds him. He says his name is Kevin. He says he's an unemployed factory worker with "bad asthma." He is lying. He is Lorenzo Moretti, the ruthless Don of the Sicilian Mafia, battered and hiding in plain sight. He intended to heal, exact his revenge, and disappear. But after weeks of Serenity's soul food, her warm bed, and her sharp tongue, Lorenzo realizes he has a new addiction. He's not just going to take back his empire. He's taking the cook with him.

Omertà-the Mafia's sacred code of silence. No talking to cops. No betraying the family. No mercy for those who break it. Lorenzo "Enzo" Moretti lives by it. As the ruthless don of Chicago's most powerful Italian syndicate, he's built an empire on blood, loyalty, and unbreakable rules. Until Aaliyah Brooks. One glance at her soft curves, warm brown skin, and innocent smile shatters his control. She's light in his world of shadows-sweet, trusting, untouched by violence. He should stay away. Instead, he claims her. Obsesses over her. Vows to protect her at any cost. But in Enzo's world, love comes with secrets. And when danger targets what's his, he'll enforce omertà the only way he knows how: silently, brutally, without her ever knowing the bodies he buries to keep her safe. She's his salvation. He's her damnation. And once she's his, there's no escaping the don who broke his own code for her. A/N : This book has a lot of smut (they do it almost all the time) 🥲 and this book has a brand new story line

He's the mafia prince who rules every room he enters. She's the scholarship student who doesn't even know his name. Luca Russo's ego is a weapon. As heir to a ruthless empire, he commands fear and worship with a glance. Women are ornaments. Men are pawns. The world exists to bend to his will. Until he meets Amara. Sweet, soft, and buried in a library book, she spills her things at his feet. When he helps her-a king condescending to a peasant-she offers only a polite, distracted smile before walking away. She doesn't recognize him. She isn't impressed....she's just polite. He didn't want polite. For the first time in his life, Luca is seen as a variable amongstothers. And it ignites a dark, possessive fire within him. He will have her. He will make her see him. He will consume the very innocence that makes her blind to his shadow. Now, the most dangerous man in the city is obsessed with the one woman who didn't look twice. And he'll tear apart her sunny, mundane world just to prove she's always been his. Welcome to an obsession where the greatest insult was her indifference... and the only prize will be her surrender. A/N : I'm trying to make a darker and more smutty version of "The girl who didn't look". This book is also extremely vulgar.