Naomi trusted him with her heart. She gave him her body, her love, and her loyalty in secret. But when Joon, the man she thought was hers, announced at a party that he was in love with her best friend, her world shattered. Forced to share a home with the two of them, Naomi's heartbreak deepened until betrayal pushed her to walk away in the dead of night. Rescued by an unlikely ally, Naomi rebuilds her life while carrying Joon's child. But when he discovers her secret months later, he'll do anything to claim what's his, even if it means destroying what little of her heart remains.

This is a rewrite to my story, My Stepbrother: No One Will No. Bridget Dad left the family three years ago and her mom finally found a boyfriend on a dating app. Things look great until his son Luke arrives. The tall, handsome young man official becomes Bridget's stepbrother when their parents get married but does more then his role. He goes to the point where he can't stop his emotions and physically demands Bridget's body. After Luke was a jerk when they first met Bridget threw away anything she felt. It doesn't help when Bridget starts to fall in love with him again. They were sort of the same, Bridget wasn't that different then him in some ways. How can a pretty face do so much damage. Bridget soon regrets ever pressing enter on that stupid dating app. Luke wasn't anything he claimed to be and Bridget's life just got more worse because of him. Beware: The boy dressed in all black ( My Stepbrother )

Emery needed a job she was only a few days away from losing her apartment... Silas needed a maid-a live in one. Someone to clean and cook for him... What are the chances? #1 Interracial #6 BWWM

//Please note this story is under heavy construction! Read at your own risk.// If you look for perfection, you'll never be content. ~Leo Tolstoy . . . . . . . A flower is to be always beautiful lest it is cast away. A flower is to be innocent and pure. Delicate in nature, ever to bring squinting smiles to those around. A flower is perfect. Always perfect. She was the perfect embodiment of a flower. Her name, Iris. A thorn is sharp like a knight's blade. It inflicts pain and draws blood if one dares to get close. A thorn protects a flower from the wickedness of the world. A thorn is attached to the king, ever guarding. He was the perfect embodiment of a thorn. His name, Luca. She was an iris in no need of a thorn and he was a thorn in no need of a delicate iris. Thrust together by an arranged marriage, the unlikely pair, the thorn, and the flower must now find a way to co-inhabit in the same garden. Bracing the strength of the winter, will their love and companionship last for the spring season or will the cold betrayal of a parasitic orchid, the overflowing herbicide of lies and the perfect perfection of the Iris trample the delicate budding bloom of their affairs of the heart?

Maya Johnson is a bold, ambitious 24-year-old Black woman determined to make her mark in the elite graduate literature program at Marlowe University. Fiercely intelligent and unapologetically driven, she's used to being underestimated-but never outmatched. Dr. Charles Whitmore is a brilliant but emotionally guarded professor of modernist literature. At 47, he's twice her age, haunted by a failed marriage, and perfectly content with the predictable solitude of academia-until Maya walks into his lecture hall. Their connection begins with a spark-intellectual, intense, and charged with something deeper. Office hours become a ritual, debates turn personal, and the line between professional and private begins to blur. But in a world of strict rules, whispered gossip, and institutional power, a love like theirs could cost them everything. As desire simmers beneath the surface, both must confront their fears: Maya, about what it means to love someone who sees past her ambition to her vulnerability-and Charles, about the price of rediscovering passion in a woman half his age but twice his fire.

Hisha swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the proximity between them. "How...?" Kaius hesitated for a moment, then spoke. "You can take it off, and I'll hold it. It will recharge, but there's a risk." "The shadows," she realized. He gave a curt nod. "Even a moment's vulnerability could be enough for them to sense you." Hisha's stomach twisted. "What's the other option?" His gaze met hers, unyielding. "I need to be close to you. The stone recharges faster when I'm near." She sucked in a sharp breath. The implication was clear. Kaius took another step forward, his presence suffocating in its intensity. "It's your choice, Hisha." Her pulse pounded in her ears. Taking off the necklace, even for a second, could expose her. But the alternative-having him so close, relying on him like this-felt just as overwhelming. After a beat, she lifted her chin. "Fine." His expression didn't change, but something shifted in his stance, something unreadable. He reached up, his fingers grazing the stone, then hesitated. "You'll need to stay still." Hisha nodded, though the thought of standing still while he invaded her space sent a shiver down her spine. Kaius closed the distance between them, his body heat rolling over her in waves. The scent of him-dark, something almost unearthly-filled her senses, making her breath hitch. He wasn't touching her, but she could feel him, an invisible force pulling her in. Slowly, his fingers wrapped around the stone, trapping it between his palm and the heat of her skin. The moment they connected, a sharp current of energy bolted through her body. Hisha gasped, her fingers instinctively clutching his wrist, her knees going weak as the sensation coursed through her veins. It wasn't just warmth-it was something deeper, something that sent a rush of awareness through her skin. Her pulse stuttered, her breath coming in shallow pulls as her entire body became attuned to his presence.

Keegan James was just a normal woman living a normal life at the age of 23. She owned her own restaurants. She owned her own home and car. She was her own boss. She was always nice to people even when they didn't deserve it. She learned to mind her own business and always stayed out of the way. That is how she's been so successful at such a young age. Everything was good for her, no man, no drama, and definitely no boss. Her life was turned upside down one night as she locked up her restaurant and took the walk to her car on a mission to get home.

In which this is a story of a seventeen year old rich boy, Jason Carpenter, who fell for a girl who is in a relationship. He would do whatever it takes to get what he wants, even if some people have to get hurt. W A R N I N G : -Smut - spelling error/bad grammer - slow updates/slow paced story - violence -bad plot (Discontinued) Check out the new version- mine.

"Burning Ice" is a sports romance that dives deep into obsession, passion, and the clash of two very different worlds. Billie Carter, 23, has learned to survive on her own terms. After a tough upbringing, she's built a life for herself, working as a dancer to make ends meet. Confident, curvy, and unapologetically herself, she's used to attention-just not from someone like Nate Griffith. A grumpy, ruthless pro hockey player, Nate is a man haunted by his past, and when his teammates drag him to a strip club to get his mind off life, he's not prepared for the fire that is Billie. Their connection is immediate, though neither of them is ready to admit it. As Nate's obsession with Billie grows, he'll do anything to claim her-but Billie's not easy to control. As they navigate the heat between them, both will have to confront their darkest secrets and decide how far they're willing to go for love-and for power. "Burning Ice" is a slow-burn romance that explores the boundaries between desire and control, with a fiery chemistry that ignites when two broken souls collide. **Again, this book is a SLOW burn, it will start out a little slow with the main characters dealing with a lot of complicated emotions and life events. as I'm trying to make the timeline as realistic as possible. Please keep that in mind and enjoy the journey**

The next morning I felt something heavy next to me. My alarm hasn't rang yet so I was touching around to feel what was disturbing my much needed sleep. As I touched around I felt something soft but also hard next to me it felt like ... skin? I opened my eyes only to see a man sprawled in my bed, "What the hell?!" I shrieked as I jumped out my bed accidentally taking the blankets with me. I screamed when I saw a naked man in my bed "Get of my bed you pervert!" I shouted as I threw a pillow that was lying on the floor on his head. That man just grunted in response before opening his eyes, "M-" "I'm counting till three for you the leave or I will call the cops! 1-" "Cat" he said cutting me off. Right! Where's the cat?!