"Your eyes are very beautiful, even though it is quite dark, I can still see them very clearly." He laughed slowly. "Like a vampire." She whispered lightly over the sound of the waves, "Will you sink your teeth into my neck?" -------- Etienne had a lot going on. He has always had a lot going on-maybe too much. He is white. He could barely afford to eat. He never knew his father, and his mother was too busy sleeping in brothels to even recognize her own son. He is white.. His grandmother single-handedly raised him since infancy but she resents him for 'ruining her daughter's life' with his existence. His Boss was borderline sexually and physically harassing him. He is white... His dreams took a pause...or from how long the break is, maybe a total halt, and now, he has to provide for his sick grandmother. He was fully convinced that he could never become the certified chef he always wanted to be and would probably be stuck drawing dishes in his book for the rest of his life. And he is white? Yaa's life appears to be the opposite. She was in the process of obtaining her Master's degree, and her influencing career is skyrocketing. She doesn't have an identity crisis. Things fall into place for her. Doors open. Luck follows her-or at least, that's how it looks from the outside. ------

His eyes grow heavy, and then, in a voice so low it barely exists, "I want you." I freeze. "Every bit of you. Naked and clothed. Vain and deep. Bratty and unsure. Every piece you have to offer." ----------- He told himself he shouldn't look at her. Shouldn't think about her. Shouldn't want her. But he did. An Egyptian man, raised among women who valued modesty, where faith was unshaken and restraint was second nature. But here, in Nigeria, at one of its most prestigious universities, his convictions wavered. Everything about this place was loud-the voices, the laughter, the confidence. But nothing unsettled him more than her. A Nigerian Woman. The way she dressed. The way she carried herself. The way she met his gaze without fear. He had been taught that women like her were reckless, unrestrained. He had been warned against their kind. Yet, why couldn't he look away? He needed focus. School. Graduation. Home. That was the plan. That was the only path. But distraction had a name. And she was a fire in his veins. Now, he had to choose-duty or desire. -----------------------

"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.

"One kiss won't hurt, right? Just one, I promise" He whispered holding my face. "It's wrong" I said. I knew I was just lying to myself. "I've waited so long for one kiss" He whispered his lips a breath away from mine. "When you left I thought I meant nothing to you. You can't do this to me now" I said feeling vulnerable. "I'll show you just how much you mean to me"

"I want two things, " she nodded. " I want a DNA test to see if that child is mine or not. " "And the other one? " "I want you." ------------ Monte Stefano and Olivia Eme created a bundle of joy five years ago. Monte has no clue that his heir is living with the gorgeous girl who he instantly fell in love with. Oliva has tried hard to forget the father of her child but when they cross one another, Monte is already making plans. Along with bickers and arguements, an enemy surfaces... -Completed-

"Loa, Samuel has the biggest of anger issues, I should've known. We need to stay away from him." "He's a hormonal teenage boy Danielle, of course he has anger issues." "I'm not talking about the usual petty problems, I'm talking about borderline. He beat his anger management teacher into a coma, it was all over the news once." _ _ _

"First things first, learn how to loosen up. If you really want to learn, you can't be so uptight." He said as he circled around me. "It's just weird, I'm not used to it." I said shyly. He stopped, standing in front of me. He sighed. "Look Gracie, I'm not saying you should be totally open and comfortable with this, but I'm saying, if you want to learn, you're going to have to learn to trust me. Do you trust me?" I hesitated, then nodded lightly. "Good." He said with a small smirk. "Now lesson one," he started to circle me again, "You're going to learn how to kiss." (cover by: BeautyDoesntWither)

I lived next to a Mafia Boss. No no wait. Let me explain. He was my neighbor. My cute and charming neighbor with an equally charming accent. So how did one night of spontaneous sex suddenly turn into something more? started: nov 01 2018 ended: feb 03 2021