"Stop eye fucking me. I am not King," he mutters through clenched teeth, venom dripping with every word. * * * Pauline is a confident young lady who thinks she has everything she needs-a good job, a house of her own, a car and a man willing to do anything to have her. She's in love with herself, so much that she doesn't want the constraints that comes with being committed to a man. Paul is the epitome of handsome, a perfect description of a Melanin King with sun kissed skin. But beneath all this beauty is a heart broken man who is learning to love and trust again. Determined to get out of his shell and ghosts from the past, he relocates to another city. He has always wanted to do one thing and that is, cook. With a chance at a new life in a new city, he starts his journey as a Cook. A very hot Cook who is as edible as the meals he prepares. One Friday Evening, Pauline steps into his world but he pays her no mind. Once bitten, twice shy, so he knows now to keep his distance from women, especially ones who know how beautiful they are. Pauline has been many things but ignored isn't one of them. When in a wicked twist of fate, she finds the drool worthy waiter now working for her as a chef, she knows fate is giving her a chance to sort out her messy feelings. [Weekend Series: Book 1] Formerly know as One Friday Evening * * * * * Started: 14/01/2019 Finished: 22/11/2019 Word Count: 165,000- 165,500. Cover: Yours Sincerely. --- Do not use any written material, character likeness from this story without express or written permission from the author. If you're found doing so, you will be reported and presented a DMCA. Legal and appropriate actions will be taken.

When Sheriff's daughter, Maisie, is about to lose her grandmother's bakery, she enlists the help of four delinquents who are seconds away from prison.

The innocent are often the first to suffer in the face of evil. There is good however in unexpected places, but the consequences of another's actions will haunt the memories of an entire generation...

(Highest ranking #1 in historical fiction) For one simple and frustrating reason, Hadassah is unable to inherit her dead parents' fortune; she is an unmarried woman. Foreseeing this risk, Lord Hadley, before he passes in a ship wreck, creates a Trust, transferring title to his entire life's fortune, to his brother until Hadassah is married and title to his fortune can be passed to her husband. Hadassah however, has until she turns eighteen, a year from now, to find a man, get married and regain possession of her family's fortune or lose everything to her greedy uncle. With an uncle willing to do anything to stand in her path of regaining her inheritance, her only option is to run away from home, travel to Birmingham, serve a blind master and hope that in the process, she can find a husband as well. •~•~• Daniel Talbot has despised his inability to see for as long as he can remember. He however never imagined that his lack of sight would eventually strip him of his birthright. Desperate, Daniel is willing to settle for a marriage of convenience to protect what is left of his pride.

[Highest Ranking #4 in short story] Valerie was just cleaning up after her usual shift. Soon, she would go home and relax. Tyler had an emergency. He had to get chocolate pastries for his little sister if he wanted to escape her wrath. But he had again forgotten about it. And so he came inside the café, even after the sign read "CLOSED". ******** Copyright © 2016 All rights reserved. Images and gifs belong to Internet. Edits made by friend. Thanks to dorky_work for the cover :)

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.