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.

"This bounty is mine, Xander," He said. It was the first time I ever heard his name. Xander smirked, "Kill me first, then take her." He proposed arrogantly, a silver knife resting confidently in his hand. The man only nodded once as his hand slithered inside his jacket, pulling out another knife. "With pleasure." He finally said and stormed forward. ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄⋄⋆⋅⋆ After her father died, Elora escaped her arranged marriage, leaving behind the only boy who had ever shown her love. But in pursuit of freedom, she suddenly found herself being hunted by every bounty hunter in the seven territories. The strongest of them all would capture her for his own selfish intentions, and Elora would quickly learn the reason why she was so valuable, who was an ally, and who was not. ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ Please do not get scared or bored by the first chapter, trust me, it will pick up after that;) Book One of The Mile Man trilogy. Book Two is called My Willful Flame. Book Three is My Charred Grace This story contains violence, some sexual scenes, and strong language. This is a slow burn, with emphasis on slow. If you will give it patience, the story will be rewarding later, or I hope it does. It has a lot of focus on the plot, so this is not where you will find your smut, although I do not judge even slightly. There is sexual scene, however, that is later, when the plot has been established. Dive in if you dare. ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ Promoted by the Stardust community and Magical community. Reviewed by Simple book reviews, Book review cafe, and TheCharmsCommunity 1🥇 in Female warrior 1🥇 in Royalty 27🏅in Romance 1🥇 In Young adult 1🥇 in New World 1🥇 in FightForSurvival 1🥇 in Poison 1🥇 in Adventure

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞: 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 Valeria Montenegro is a shadow, a ghost trained by the Spanish Mafia to be the perfect weapon. For ten years, she has lived for one purpose, to kill the man who shattered her world and left her brother's blood cooling on the pavement. Dante de la Vega is the devil of Madrid. Cold, calculated, and dangerously powerful, he rules his empire with an iron fist and a heart of stone. He is the man Valeria was born to hate. He is the man she has finally tracked down. But when she slips a blade to his throat at the height of his power, he doesn't flinch. He doesn't even reach for his gun. Instead, he whispers a truth that turns her world to ash. In a world where loyalty is bought with blood and family is a gilded cage, Valeria and Dante must forge a new, dangerous alliance, because the real enemy isn't the man she's trying to kill... 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭.

*SMUT WARNING* "Breathe, baby, just breathe. You got it. Just inhale and exhale. You've been doing it all your life. You can take it. They're just fingers"...for now When Infinity Maraj sets off for a summer in Spain to celebrate her college graduation take her mind off of a rough break up, she is surprised at the amount of attention she receives as a black woman. At first she drinks it up, finally feeling validated for once. However, that attention soon proves to be too much for her to handle. In this thrilling and sensual cat-and-mouse novela, the stark differences between love and lust are defined and Infinity must learn the hard way, or assume the consequences. ***Don't read this story if you're not ready to have high blood pressure, be horny and shit tears all at the same time.

[COMPLETE] He said nothing when he pushed me back onto the table, just looked at me like I was the only thing in the room worth touching. The gun on his hip pressed into my thigh. I didn't care. I pulled him closer. Rhys dragged his fingers down my ribs like he was counting them. "Keep looking at me like that," he muttered, "and I'll forget we're not supposed to make a mess here." My breath hitched. "Then forget." His smirk was sharp. Dangerous. Mine. And then his mouth was on my neck, and I stopped thinking entirely. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── As their worlds collide, sparks fly dangerously & irresistibly. Zariah needs the money, and Rhys is the perfect ally to make that happen. But as the lines blur between business and desire, Zariah realizes the price of working with Rhys may be higher than she ever imagined. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "Obsession cuts deeper than bullets when you're sleeping with the enemy" - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱 Best rankings ⤵️ 🥇#syndicate (19/08/25)

『 𝙉𝙊 𝘿𝙊𝙐𝘽𝙏 』 What happens when a 22-year old lands a job in a restaurant, and meets the owner's son. Excerpt from book: 《 His voice was low, raspy, laced with something of desire, maybe, but all I could hear was lust of the most unchaste kind. "You know, you drive me crazy,... so fucking insane. And it might just be my madness talking, but I have a feeling you want me." He approached, closing the gap between our two bodies. I tried taking a step back, but only felt the cold kitchen counter against my warm trembling palms. "Do you want me, dolcezza?" He whispered against my ear as his hands found their way to my waist. The heat between my legs was insufferable, and my pounding heart drummed against the walls of my chest. In my head, it was clear, I wanted him, but him, of all people? He lowered his hands to my hips and pulled me impossibly closer to him. I let out a shaky breath, that came out as a soft moan. Shit. "Then be a good girl, and say it." 》 ❦❦❦ Read trigger warnings first. I do NOT own any of the pictures or the music displayed in this book. Highest rankings: #1 in blackwoman #1 in trend #1 in slowburn #1 in forbidden #1 in trending #1 in blackgirl #1 in vote

"Breathe Malaki" Azev whispers, his breath fanning against her face. He inhales Everytime she exhales as he attempts to steal every breath of hers. "Z...Zev" Her chest rises and falls, her breathing coming out short. The hand trailing up her thigh makes it impossible for her to think properly. Azev stares at her, his gaze boring into her his gaze narrowed and grey orbs growing darker. "You get married to him sweetheart, I'll set everything and everyone ablaze. I'm sure you know how much of a lunatic I am for you" He whispers, his words accompanied by his skimming fingers. Going to Monaco to attend a business meeting on behalf of her father was the plan. But she leaves there with the scent of a mysterious and rugged man from a one night stand, and her Anklet as payment. Kiara is the daughter of a wealthy family, coming from one who is protective and extremely strict her perfect life comes tumbling after a one nightstand especially when he starts chasing her. The man screams danger everywhere he goes with an air that makes it hard to breathe and now he has set his eyes on a woman. His. Malaki. Azev Zaviyar Al Jazzi, A crown prince and wealthy billionaire refuses to let go of the woman he spent one night with even when forces are against them. What starts as an obsession might just be more. Flustered and red from being stared at she moves her hips, her movements hesitant and unsure. The fast rising of his chest and the way his gaze refuses to move from her tells her just how affected he is

~Wattys 2025 Winner~ BLOODLINES: THE BLOOD WITCH Book One of the Bloodlines Trilogy When Morgan Doran inherits her family's ancestral estate, she expects dust, secrets, and maybe a little madness-not a haunting, a legacy of forbidden power, and a warlock sworn to kill her. But Callum Rook isn't just any warlock. Bound by blood and prophecy, he arrives at the castle with a mission-to stop the rise of the last Blood Witch. Yet Morgan is nothing like the monster he was raised to fear. She is human. Fierce. Magnetic. And when he chooses love over legacy, everything unravels. As Morgan's powers awaken, ancient forces rise to claim her. Her bloodline carries not only the power to destroy, but the memory of betrayal, sacrifice, and a curse that spans generations. The deeper she falls for Callum, the more dangerous their love becomes. With enemies closing in and her destiny hurtling toward a tragic end, Morgan must decide: will she accept her fate, or rewrite it in fire and blood? Darkly romantic, chillingly magical, and emotionally devastating-Bloodline: The Blood Witch is a gothic fantasy of love, power, and the price of defying prophecy.

Where predator becomes prey. Love can bloom like a flower on a late summer evening; spread to full bloom in those last vibrant rays of sun. But for a rose to be left to rot in the shade and darkness, to be left soiled with old toxins, to have nothing but thorns?--that, too, is love. And how twisted that love could be. CAN BE READ AS STANDALONE MATURE UNEDITED COMPLETE #1 in olderman #1 in conquest #1 in disillusion #1 in agegap #1 in brothersgirlfriend #1 in morphine #10 in woman DARK romance

Jadelola Adebayo. She wasn't royalty. She wasn't billionaire-born. But she was brilliant with her hands, her designs slipping across Lagos society like silk - literally. She told herself it was only business. She told herself she would present the sketches, bow politely, and leave. But destiny has a way of rearranging careful plans. Because somewhere in the palace, descending from his own convoy with the slow arrogance of a man who had never been denied, was Prince Damilola Damien Adediran. And when his path collided with hers, Lagos itself seemed to pause. The city would remember their story. The blogs would feast on whispers of it. But in this moment, the world had no idea. All that existed was the dangerous pull between a woman who thought herself safe within marriage, and the Prince who had already chosen her - the one he would name Arike. She scowled, though her pulse betrayed her. "I told you before. I'm married. I don't belong to you." He stepped closer, closing the distance in unhurried strides until her back grazed the wall. His hand lifted, not touching, just hovering by her cheek. "Say it again, Arike. Louder this time. Maybe then I'll believe you." Her breath caught. "You're shameless." "Mm." His grin widened, vulgar and beautiful all at once. "Shameless enough to imagine what your lips taste like when you're angry. Shameless enough to want to hear you gasp my name the way you're gasping now." "Stop." Her palms pressed against his chest. Firm muscle beneath the fabric. Too warm. Too alive. He groaned, deep and rough, the sound vibrating under her touch. "Every time you touch me, Arike, you make it worse. Do you know that?" "I'm not-" she stammered, but he cut her off, voice dipping lower. "You think I don't see the way your pulse jumps when I look at you? The way you bite your lip when you're trying to hold back? Don't lie to me, ìfé mi. Your body betrays you