⭐ #1 in Sin, Lust, & Live ⭐ "Get back on the bed." Even though Adonis just fucked me, I'm intimidated, which is something I hate. I wrap men around my finger and leave them with hard-ons for a living. I'm Mistress, Baby Girl, Honey, I am whatever dream men want. Adonis sees right through it, past the facade I put up. I don't like it one bit. Especially coming from an asshole like him. This whole day he has stuck his nose up at me, acted like he is better than me when we do the same thing for a living. Our time on camera came to an end and as soon as I covered up, I was finished. The first thing out of my mouth is, "The show is done." "Well, I'm not," And with that he rips my robe in two from behind and throws me back onto the bed. I squeeze my legs closed, unsure if I'll be able to take him again after so soon. I can't deny that even with his temper and sharp-tongue, he's made me feel things I have never felt before. I don't get a chance to think it over because he forces my legs open and slams himself back inside me. Oh, Fuck.

Demons love too. They don't tell you this, but they do. All they tell you is that they hide underneath our beds, in the closets, in the dark ally you pass on your way home late one night. They tell you they have red eyes, distorted ugly faces, cruel taunting voices. But these mythical creatures come from the devil. And the devil... he is beautiful, he's an angel. We forget sometimes but, he is an angel. And all his little friends are beautiful too. And they have eyes like the stars and smiles like gold. When they talk it's like a serenade. And when they touch you you're not sure if you're being ruined or healed. They don't hide under your bed, but underneath your sheets. Right there besides you. On top of you. Under you. Inside you. They're the ones you pass on the street, tall and handsome, meek and shy, doesn't matter. You notice them, you feel their presence and meet their gaze. Then you're lost, and imprisoned. And so you'll spend nights being loved by a demon who loves in all the oddest ways. They're people just like us. They're human too. But men like them have demons... they have something twisted inside them. The way a demon loves is ominous but beautiful. It'll lure you into always coming back, always wanting more, always losing yourself to demon-like sort of love. And so you'll wonder sometimes... "Maybe I've got demons too."

2nd Book to Prisoner 4-0-9, Def go read it! # "You know just how to make me smile, when you give me those Ocean eyes."

He's doing all of these horrible things to her because of what he thinks and what she did to do to his brother. She wanted to fight back, but how could she? He was a werewolf and also completely and utterly insane, she didn't stand a chance. So she suffered, taking the punishment for her bad behavior, rather she deserved it or not.

"If you have that baby, my baby. I will kill it." "Oh. Cause yuh a bloodclaat eediat? Kill fucking who?" ____________________________________________________ Ever since the age of eighteen Elizabeth has been visited by a dark spirit in the dead of night. The visits were bitter-sweet, but for some reason she liked the opposing qualities. But as she got older and had more children, she felt as if this dark spirit was causing all the bad that followed her, especially when it came to finding a good man. So she did what any sane woman would do. She turned to God. But the dark spirit didn't like that. So, what did he do? He came to Jamaica to claim her, promising her a life of pleasure and luxury once she condemned herself to him and Hell. It was all pleasure and luxury as promised, until one day... It wasn't. STATUS: COMPLETE rewrite Started: March 3, 2021 Ended: December 18, 2021 Highest Rankings: (2019) #1 in Blackwoman #3 in Caribbean #18 in Soul #4 in Jamaican #56 in Evil #20 in Maid #13 in Infatuation

Amazing Cover by ONYXVIXEN I remember the day they came. Our tiny uneventful town lit up with the sounds of gun fire and chaos. It was a massacre that seemed never ending. My family hid in our basement for days waiting for the sounds to end and it to be safe again. They said it was an invasion. That they came to exterminate us. But only a day after the fighting ceased and we were finally safe I found something on my way back from the market. Or rather, someone. A boy. Who became my best friend, until the day they found us and took him away. I was sure I'd never see him again Until one day I did. That was the day that changed everything.

Lex is an assassin who lives to find people strong enough to kill him. Cora is a no-nonsense former government agent. The two end up living together after a mission which ended in Cora abandoning her post. Cora expresses interest in Lex right away, but Lex struggles to accept or even recognize affection. As Lex begins to feel new feelings he struggles to express them properly.

[Edited Version ● Alternate Ending] "Colin? I feel so awful lying to you so I have to tell you what happened..today," Frankie blurted out, nervously cracking her knuckles as she stared at her boyfriend from one side of the living room. Colin's bright blue eyes danced. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I...I bumped into my ex-husband in the elevator today." "And?" Frankie exhaled. "And we had sex. In the elevator." There was an interminable silence before Colin smiled. "We'll work through this, honey. Don't worry." "Work through this?" she spluttered in disbelief. "How? How can we, when all I want is for him to do it again? And again, and again, and again, and..." She trailed off, sighing. It pained her to see Colin's hurt expression, but then again, it pained her to know that Konstantin had made her climax in that elevator more times than Colin had in their whole relationship... *cover by @hartlings*

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."