She was an undoubtedly beautiful model. He was a foreign billionaire labeled as a "womanizer", until her. "Chérie listen to me, we are not finished, I was wrong earlier. It wasn't just sex" He started, "Mais ne me testez jamais comme vous l'avez fait là-bas ou je vais vous baiser dans la semaine prochaine" he softly put his hand around my neck and pushed me into the bookshelf [Translation: But never test me like you did out there or I'll fuck you into next week] "Okay" was all I could manage to say as my mind went blank, as I looked up and his lust filled eyes "Good, now strip and sit your pretty ass on my desk" He commanded. Started: April 2021 Finished: February 2022 *NOT EDITED*

Ace is a ruthless killer, he shoot first and ask questions later. His childhood was nothing but rough, protecting and providing for his twin brother was all he did. When he runs into Hendrix she turns his world upside down and bring out something in him he didn't even know was there. No matter how much he pushes her away, she's like the goddamn plague.

❝ sugarcoated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper.❞

Book Cover By: @sudansaint A young waitress's dating life is a disaster, but her next encounter could be deadly when the alluring tattoo artist she's drawn to reveals himself to be a monster with a twisted plan to own her completely. •••••••• Raya finds herself falling into the lap of a mysterious and enigmatic tattoo artist, Jamal Hart, whom she had recently commissioned for a piece. Little does she know, Jamal has been secretly stalking and observing her every move, with a hidden agenda to corrupt and possess her. She doesnt know that Jamal's aloofness is a carefully constructed facade. He is obsessed with her. He knows everything: her work schedule, her favorite color, even the brand of lotion she keeps on her nightstand. His knowledge isn't innocent admiration; it's the product of meticulous, unsettling stalking. Jamal doesn't want Raya for a conventional relationship. His desires are far more twisted. He sees her perceived vulnerability as an opportunity. He wants to corrupt her, to push her boundaries, to strip away her independence and remake her in his own image. He wants to possess her, body and soul. This story has been edited and is now completed.

❝Can't have anybody knowin' I fuck witchu.❞ 𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 • /ɪˈlɪsɪt/ 𝘢𝘥𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 something forbidden, secret, or morally questionable-like a relationship, action, or desire that goes against the rules, whether societal, legal, or personal.

Zhakari doesn't do softness. Doesn't do love. He's the type to make grown men cry, kill without blinking, and trust no soul. But then came Mavi. She didn't know who he was when he first walked into her shop needing a cover-up tattoo for something violent from his past. But she felt it instantly-his storm. The rage, the stillness... and the brokenness buried beneath. Everyone tells her to stay away from Zhakari. He's dangerous. Cruel. A walking red flag with blood on his hands. But when he's with her... he's still. He listens. He breathes. He wants to try. Only she can pull him back from the edge when the rage consumes him. Only she can touch him when he's mid-meltdown. And when he finds out someone from her past wants to harm her? God help the city.

♠VOL 1: Book I in the FORBIDDEN series♠ ♤♠ "I don't date," I told him with a smile. "Why not?" He was smiling back as if what I was saying was the most interesting thing ever. I honestly don't know why we're talking about this. I shook my head. "Because I'm not allowed maybe?" I shrugged. "I don't have time for that anyway." I started writing again. "Well that's something you don't hear every day," he teased and I shook my head again, suppressing a smile. ♠♤ She's seen him around plenty of times. He never sees her. Then on the first day of a new school year, there's a run-in, a very short exchange of pleasantries, and on top of that, a class that's grouped by twos. Maybe some things were meant to be. For a while.

𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 | SLOW BURNED ASF. " A rare and nearly obsolete word meaning 'the act of loving in return' or 'loving someone in the same degree'. " 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄. (not edited).

𝗡𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. "𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗺. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁. 𝗜 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂.." 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗺 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗵. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹. "𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗺𝗮? 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻' 𝘁𝗼𝗼. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻' 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗼."

I honestly don't have a description for this book, but TRUST me-a lot goes down, and you'll like it.