Book One//: Arianna carved her empire with her own two hands. At twenty-three, her Brooklyn salon is more than a business-it's proof she doesn't need anyone. Independence is her armor, and success is her safe place. Love? That's a distraction she doesn't have time for. Keshawn built his reputation on Harlem's streets, moving with a quiet kind of power that demands both fear and respect. At twenty-seven, he's focused, untouchable, and not the type to chase anyone. But when Arianna crosses his path, the walls he's built start to crack. Their connection is undeniable-magnetic, dangerous, impossible to ignore. But jealous exes, shifting loyalties, and the weight of the streets threaten to pull them apart before they've even begun. In a world where love feels like a weakness and survival is everything, Arianna and Keshawn have to decide if two hearts hardened by concrete can really hold onto something real.

People think becoming a Mob wife is something magical. It's not. It's far from it. Mob wives deal with targets on their backs, abuse from their husbands, witnessing the most gruesome murders and may have to deal with a kidnapping or two. The pros were having any and everything you wanted; having a big, buff, dangerous man protecting you no matter what. Here's Brooklyn's story about being Mrs. Vitale, the first black wife in the Vitale Crime Family. * this is not based in 50s. It's around 2014 in the beginning, but it's a different 2014. * book has NOT been EDITED. Excuse any errors.

Ayla has lived a life full of twists and turns from a young age. Her diagnosis of ADHD was a constant companion, whispering doubts and fears into her mind. She convinced herself that she would never truly be happy and be able to connect with others to find the love she craves. But one night, Ayla ends up finding herself in the wrong place at the wrong time, crossing paths with the infamous Devils's Motorcycle Club where she meets biker best friends Nikolai and Emerson who happen to be the only people that come to her rescue. The three soon form a tight friendship where the two men help navigate and guide Ayla through her struggles, the two men becoming her anchors. But lines soon become blurred, boundaries fade and unspoken desires arise. And when Ayla uses their advice to find love, Nikolai and Emerson begin to grow jealous and possessive wanting her all to themselves instead. *can be read as a standalone*

[COMPLETED] "My husband-" "Forget your fucking husband because as harsh as it sounds, baby, he's very much forgotten about you." My face morphs into shock at Ollie's outburst. The once shy man adjusts the glasses on his face and looks away from me- a small blush etching onto his cheeks. "Why can't you just leave him and be with me?" He whispers, looking back at me with his beautiful brown eyes, that are now filed with sadness. I gulp. +++ Lilah Bradford has been married to Dale Bradford for two years. Like every marriage, it started perfectly, but as time went on it's almost as if Dale has forgotten that he has a beautiful wife. All Lilah can feel is neglect and sorrow as her marriage begins to crumble right through her fingers. But all changes for the brown-skinned beauty when she meets Dale's new boss, Ollie Burhan. #1 in hot / 21st Nov 2021

[COMPLETED] "One night." I whisper breathlessly as he begins to unbutton my blouse. "That's not going to be enough for me, baby. I need you longer than just one fucking night." He grunts. "Now let me please you." He says while taking his shirt off. Oh. ••• Twenty six year old Leona Goodwin is a stubborn, successful businesswoman, she has no time for men. That is until a hot businessman named Dario, 13 years her senior, lays eyes on her at a business party. Will she give into their instant connection or will her stubbornness push him away? #27 in romance / April 2021 #1 in bwwm / April 2021

Wild Series Book 2 CANNOT BE READ AS STANDALONE MATURE CONTENT 18+ Read at your own risk ⚠️ "Every villain is the hero of their own story." Rankings ⭐️ #15 in illegal #21 in Cartel ©Copyright 2022. All rights reserved. This fanfic may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission contact @OtakuFaerie- on wattpad.com. Thank you.

Sequel to Cover Girl

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

Let me love you all over again. Elijah and Tahjae. 2021™_All Rights Reserved ® WARNING CONTENT: "Elijahs Glory" may contain strong sexual content, strong language, gruesome content and drug abuse. Mature audience ONLY!!! JaiChy

Nothing was perfect, the odds were slim, but whatever it was; it was real. "That crying shit not it. You been feelin like this then we could've talked. I ain't tryna dwell on the situation but I ain't tryna be on nothin' fucked up either." I spoke to her as she nodded. I stood up and pulled her into me as she laid her head on my chest. "I love you Nia. Never forget it." Rah and Nia. Jan 31st 2021