"𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 made me soft, mama" I said, locking my eyes with Kalani's. Real talk, I love her more than myself. I don't even know who I'd be if she never walked into my life. "I ain't never been soft for nobody, babygirl," I added, just to hear her laugh. Why not read? You may like it.🤭

Love comes in waves. 🌊 • "Give me your phone," he said, breaking me out of my thoughts. "What?" "Give me your phone," he repeated, holding his hand out. I looked towards the door. What if Ron is lingering close by and somehow sees? I don't have time for him if he gets even more angry. I know taking E's number is harmless, but I know I could never be totally done with Ron. But you said you were tired of his shit, Ava, I thought to myself. You can't keep going back and forth, expecting him to change. "That nigga don't move me," Emanuel said with a slight smirk on his face.

Yasir Love's hopeless romantic tendencies have seemed to fallen for a girl in his lecture. Determined to win her heart, he tries every way he knows to get her to notice him, never realising just how hard it would be for her to truly see him as a person. Though, a question lingers. Will Yasir continue to show her the same unwavering affection, or will he grow weary of trying so hard to win her over.

For the longest time, Ky'Lynn thought King saw her as his annoying little sister the one he had to protect. But that couldn't be further from the truth. He's overprotective in more ways than he'll ever admit. He scares off every man who even looks her way... because deep down, he wants her for himself. He can't help it. He always finds ways to be near her even when he shouldn't be. He loves to get under her skin, loves the way her anger burns bright when he pushes her buttons. But what happens when he can't stop touching her? When her smooth, warm skin becomes his favorite sin? When every glance, every word, and every stolen moment pulls him deeper into something he swore he'd never feel? There's just one problem... Their brother and both of their families have forbidden King from ever seeing Ky'Lynn that way. They say it's to protect her from his heartless, ruthless demeanor. But maybe... it's something bigger. Because no one has ever managed to tie King down. Until now. But we all know when something is forbidden, it only makes you want it more. 💋❤️ Read to find out how the story ends.

Ameira was a girl who practically lived in her own world where everything was about her. She didn't boast about it though, she just knew that it was her world and everyone else was living in it. You couldn't necessarily blame her though. She was the baby of the family, always being pampered and spoiled, always getting everything she wanted and desired. Being raised from money made her understand that with a little bit of cash, everything can be handled. When she opened a little floral shop out of boredom, but then it began bringing in real money. Which led her to becoming a florist in Miami, thanks to her parents having money all she needed was a little input from her father and her business was top in Miami. That's where she came across Khiyan. Khiyan who wasn't raised from money, who was forced to raise his siblings and pave the way to get the money that he has now. He knew the dangers of the world, having to fight and even go as far as murder. When Khiyan was driving down just trying to get from one place to another. But then boom. His car jolted forward when another car hit the back of his. He automatically exited his vehicle ready to ruin someone else's day just as much as they ruined his. But when he came across the sweet florist? Oh he knew he had to get her. MY SWEET AMEIRA.

Trust the timing of everything. Just because it's not happening right now doesn't mean it never will.. Everything will come to you at the.. perfect time when timing is perfect.. | based on some true events | 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 | 𝐦𝐞, @brisbookcase ᝰ.ᐟ

Reentry Case 007: Male, 37, assault with intent to kill, parole conditions strict. Not to be left alone with female staff.

{IN NEED OF HEAVY EDITING} Asha grew up with a verbally abusive mother that constantly put her older sister above her. When Asha is transferred to a new school her Junior year and meets a group of people, one of them catches her eye. Will Asha let her new friends get a glimpse of the real her, or is she too damaged to let anyone bare the burden of her dreadful life? This story has three parts and one of them contains a time jump. You will see some growth, character development, twists and turns, a lot of struggle, drama, and heartache. ⚠️⚠️⚠️ This story also has some dark themes that can be triggering. It includes sexual content, foul language, violence, and substance/drug abuse. I DO NOT OWN THE COVER PHOTO!!

"𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck. "You think so?" He asks. "Yes, yes I do." "Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw. When he says that I feel my heart do a million flips over and over again, his words beginning to play through my head as I stare at the man in shock. Only for you. .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. 𝐙𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 She's a woman of a traumatic past. Sold to the Mafia at the age of seven. It's not something easy to have been experiencing, especially after having your mother pass away only two years before. But of course with every traumatic past brings out a strong, bold and undeniably attractive woman. One who is feared in the dangerous underworld of the mafia. .⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅. ❝ I want to be in your mind every waking moment, your heart and fucking soul. The same way you're in mine. ❞ Started - 06/07/22 Finished - 22/12/22

.ೃ࿐𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓜𝓐𝓕𝓘𝓐 𝓑𝓞𝓢𝓢 & 𝓗𝓘𝓢 𝓢𝓘𝓝𝓕𝓤𝓛 𝓐𝓓𝓓𝓘𝓒𝓣𝓘𝓞𝓝.ೃ࿐ ᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ "I'm starting to think you enjoy pushing my limits, il mio bel piccolo fiore," he grits out through clenched teeth, exerting just the right amount of pressure on the hand he has wrapped securely around my throat-enough to make my pulse race. I fight the urge to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head from the sheer dominance of him, determined to hold my composure. Instead, I flash him a slow, taunting smile from beneath my lashes. A silent, fuck you. My lack of reaction urges him to press harder and his grip tightens. A strangled moan betrays me, slipping past my lips. My eyes widen, and his chuckle is dark, amused. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," he taunts, tilting his head, reveling in my torment. "Or is it that you want to piss me off?" he whispers, gaze flicking to my parted lips. "Tell me, bloom," he growls, "do you want me to devour that sweet little pussy of yours until you finally understand who you belong to?" His voice is a dangerous promise, sliding over me like silk and steel, eliciting a quiet gasp as he traces his lips along the tender skin of my ear. His lips trail down, ghosting over the sensitive slope of my neck and my pulse flutters as a response. I inhale sharply-just as he latches onto a certain spot. And I choke, knees weakening. What the hell have I gotten myself into? ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊ - ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ What happens when a ruthless, all-powerful Mafia Don becomes fixated on a stripper with more secrets than scars? She defies him. He takes what's his. But with the past rising to drag them under, one question remains: Will they survive each other, or burn beautifully together? ❥Read to find out-and don't forget to check the tags❥.