Zoila inherited her autism from her mothe-and a longing for the gentle, steady love her parents share. But loud crowds, sudden noises, and unpredictable days make the world feel overwhelming. Then she meets Ezra, a quiet, patient boy who understands her in ways no one else ever has.

#Book 2- "The stolen sovereignty"[ can be read Standalone] She was a nobody-a ghost surviving on quiet strength and borrowed stability. A girl who learned early that the world doesn't pause for tears, she had nothing that mattered in a world of luxury. No powerful family name, no past to protect her, and a future that belonged entirely to someone else's payroll. Until she stepped into *his* empire. He was the pinnacle of wealth, malice, and absolute power-the **Sinister Sovereign**. A man so obscenely rich he bought nations, and so terrifyingly ruthless that the world held its breath at his name. In his calculated, blood-soaked reality, humans were either tools to be used or obstacles to be crushed. He had everything, yet felt absolutely nothing. Until his dark, merciless gaze fell upon the simple maid sweeping his floors. It wasn't a sudden spark-it was a slow, consuming obsession. To the man who owned the world, her innocence became a poison he couldn't resist. In a world full of masks and greed, her fear, her quiet strength, and the way she flinched at his presence unraveled him completely. He didn't just notice her. He became obsessed with her. He started watching-quietly, constantly-claiming her space, her breath, her thoughts without ever touching her. For her, even meeting his eyes felt like danger. A man who ruled the darkness, feared by all, should have been nothing but a warning. She was only a maid. And he... was the man who should never have wanted her. But logic is a useless shield against a sovereign who refuses to let go. Will the innocent maid survive the guilt of loving the world's most dangerous man? Or will she realize that her quiet innocence is the only weapon capable of bringing the ruthless Sinister Sovereign to his knees? Step into a dark, intoxicating tale of power, trauma, and a forbidden obsession so deep... he would gladly burn the entire world to ashes just to keep his beautiful sin by his side.

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

"smoke with me baby, lay with me baby, laugh with me baby girl. I just want the simple things"

She doesn't speak. But she sees everything. When a terrified little girl runs straight into her arms in the middle of a crowded park, she knows something is wrong. The child doesn't cry. Doesn't scream. Doesn't make a sound. Just wide violet eyes... and silence. Everyone else hesitates. She doesn't. The girl belongs to one of the most dangerous men in Chicago. A Bratva king. A man who doesn't forgive mistakes-and doesn't trust strangers. Especially not her. When he's told she tried to take his daughter, he expects fear. Excuses. Begging. What he gets instead... is calm. Cold. Controlled. Unshaken. And when the truth comes out, he makes a decision that changes everything. In his world, protection comes with a price. And now... she's his wife. But the quiet woman he brought into his home isn't what she seems. She watches too closely. Moves too carefully. Understands too much. And the deeper he looks... the more one truth becomes impossible to ignore: He didn't save her. He let her in.

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"𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲? 𝖨-𝖨'𝗆 𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎." "𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖨 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗒? 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇'. 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽."

★Ranking★ #1 in overprotective on 23/05/26 #1 in friendsfoever on 10/07/26 #2 in overpossessive on 22/05/26 #3 in Italian on 22/05/26 ★🅿🆁🅾🅻🅾🅶🆄🅴★ "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐦... 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐫." People feared Alessandro Rossi. Not the normal kind of fear. Not the kind where people whispered rumors and moved on with their lives. No. They feared him the way people feared death itself. Governments avoided speaking against him. Powerful men lowered their eyes when he entered a room. News channels never mentioned his name unless they wanted accidents to suddenly happen. Alessandro Rossi was power. Darkness. Violence wrapped in expensive black suits. And everybody knew one thing about him: He had no weakness. Until her. ★★★★★ "Sir, the meeting is ready." Alex didn't answer immediately. He stood silently beside the massive glass window of his penthouse in New York, one hand inside his pocket while the city lights burned beneath him like stars. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. Matteo waited near the door carefully. Even after years beside him, Alex's silence could still make people nervous. Then finally- "Where is she?" His deep voice filled the room quietly. Matteo sighed internally. Of course. Not business. Not weapons. Not the politicians downstairs begging for his partnership. Her. "She's asleep, boss." Alex's eyes softened slightly. Only slightly. Enough to shock anyone who noticed. "She ate?" "Yes." "She took her medicine?" "Yes." "She cried again?" Matteo hesitated for one second too long. Alex slowly turned around. And suddenly the room felt colder. "She missed you," Matteo admitted carefully. A dangerous silence followed. Then Alex grabbed his coat immediately. "The meeting?" Matteo asked. "Cancel it." "But?-" "I said cancel it."

"You're my favorite thing." He croaked. "You're all I have left . . . I don't know what I would do if you left me." *** A story built on coffee, awkward glances, dark pasts, too many puns, and one girl's uncanny ability to find trouble. Oh, and love. *** Beverly had always loved local coffee shops. When she stumbles upon Cynthia's, she enjoys a mocha and the adorable, awkward giant of a barista, who is covered in tattoos and would be terrifying, if not for the fact that he can hardly look her in the eye. As they grow closer, Beverly works to unravel his tricky past, whilst trying not to get involved in her roommate's suspicious antics and the sudden uprising of drugs and alcohol at her university. *** Highest Rankings: #1 in Sweet 5/14/22 -- 5/18/22 #5 in Chicklit 7/23/22 #1 in shyboy 8/7/22

A story of love, pain, and second chances. In a world where friendships crumble and kisses taste of betrayal, some wounds cut deeper than skin. A lover's touch can heal-or destroy. Behind every smile hides a secret. Behind every promise, a lie. And in the ashes of loss and sabotage, hearts still ache for the kind of love that survives it all. Different, yet the same-bound by the bruises and scars of their choices, their pasts, their mistakes. Some wounds break, some redeem... but in the end, love always leaves its mark. *** ⚠️ Disclaimer: Sensitive Content This story explores themes of sexual abuse, human trafficking, grooming, emotional trauma, domestic violence, and morally complex relationships. It delves into the long-term psychological impact of abuse and how it can distort one's understanding of love, trust, and self-worth. The characters, their actions, and their choices are entirely fictional and are not intended to condone or glorify abuse, manipulation, or inappropriate relationships of any kind. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Started: May 2025 *** Bruiseprint - a made-up name. Some loves leave marks, not just the kind that hurt, but the kind that shape us. They stay with us like prints. Our bruises tell stories. Pain leaves a print, but so does healing. This is the imprint of a love that changed them both. Thank you for reading ❤️♾️