Imani took the job for one reason. Money. Her father's gambling debts are swallowing everything her family owns, and the only job willing to pay enough to save their home happens to be inside the mansion of the most dangerous man in the city-a Russian Bratva king whose name is spoken in whispers. So Imani follows three simple rules. Keep her head down. Do her job. And never look the men of the house in the eyes. For months, it has worked. Until the day she is sent to clean the forbidden top floor. A careless mistake. A drunk mafia soldier. One gunshot that echoes through the study. The man who crossed the line drops dead behind her. And when Imani finally looks up... she meets the cold gaze of the man who pulled the trigger. Roman Volkov. The master of the mansion. The most feared man in the Russian Bratva. A man who notices everything. Except this time, he isn't looking at the body on the floor. He's watching her. Imani wants nothing more than to remain invisible, collect her paycheck, and keep her family from losing their home. But Roman Volkov has just found the only woman in his house who doesn't fear him enough. And once the Bratva king decides he wants something... Walking away is no longer an option

Cecelia "Cece" Johnson-Vance has crafted a perfect life: a respected librarian in the city's vibrant Bronzeville, she is married to Vincent Vance, a charismatic and rising journalist who represents everything secure and respectable in their Black community. Their world is one of hard-won dignity, cocktail parties, and carefully maintained lines. That world shatters the day Jack O'Rielly walks back into it. Presumed killed in the Pacific theater, Jack was Cecelia's first, secret love, a white boy from the other side of the tracks, a promise made in the shadows of a nation at war. His return is a ghost story made flesh, stirring a part of Cecelia she had buried with her grief. As Jack tries to reconnect with the girl he left behind, Cecelia is torn between the shock of recognition and her deep loyalty to the man she married. Vincent, initially sympathetic, soon reveals a steely determination to protect the life they've built. He warns that Jack's presence is a danger, not just to their marriage, but to their standing and safety in a segregated America. But the grief she endured, the lonely acceptance and the careful path that led her to Vincent's side, none of it was what it seemed.

꧁༺ ⚠︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⚠︎༻꧂ this story contains: ♡ explicit sex scenes ♡ age gap relationship (17 years apart) ♡ daddy title kink ♡ vulgar language ♡ mafia & organized crime ♡ premonitions + spirituality read responsibly, babes ♡ ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ Damianos doesn't do love. He barely does attachment. Successful, disciplined, and carved from the darker parts of the world he runs, romance isn't even a blip on his radar... until he crosses paths with a girl who shouldn't matter. Azuri - green‑amber eyes, soft voice, and a life she's finally getting together - isn't looking for trouble. But trouble arrives anyway, wrapped in a tailored suit and answering to the name of her best friend's uncle. He's older. He's dangerous. He's everything she should avoid. And yet... she wants him. Badly. In ways she can't explain and shouldn't admit. He wasn't supposed to notice her. She wasn't supposed to want him. But some connections don't ask permission - they just pull. And once they collide, neither of them walks away untouched.

In a land ruled by steel, silence, and obedience... she was never meant to exist. Found at the edge of the ocean with skin unlike anyone the land had ever seen, Sade grew up where beauty is bought and freedom is a myth - a brothel that taught her one rule above all: Be unseen, or be owned. So she hides. Her body. Her voice. Her light. Until the night blood spills behind the brothel walls. A blade at her throat. A stranger's arms around her. And a samurai who looks at her... like he's just discovered something the world should not have. Takeda Haru is a man feared by many and moved by none. He does not save people. He does not hesitate. And he does not want. Until her. Now, he watches. He searches. He returns. Because something about her refuses to leave his mind. But Sade knows men like him. Men who take. Men who own. Men who never ask. And she would rather disappear... than belong to anyone. Yet the more she runs, the closer he gets. And in a world where she was never meant to be seen... What happens when the most dangerous man alive refuses to look away?

She grew up in their house, best friends with one brother... and now she's tangled up with the other. A summer wedding, a secret romance, stolen kisses, and the kind of love that could ruin everything.

He's the mafia prince who rules every room he enters. She's the scholarship student who doesn't even know his name. Luca Russo's ego is a weapon. As heir to a ruthless empire, he commands fear and worship with a glance. Women are ornaments. Men are pawns. The world exists to bend to his will. Until he meets Amara. Sweet, soft, and buried in a library book, she spills her things at his feet. When he helps her-a king condescending to a peasant-she offers only a polite, distracted smile before walking away. She doesn't recognize him. She isn't impressed....she's just polite. He didn't want polite. For the first time in his life, Luca is seen as a variable amongstothers. And it ignites a dark, possessive fire within him. He will have her. He will make her see him. He will consume the very innocence that makes her blind to his shadow. Now, the most dangerous man in the city is obsessed with the one woman who didn't look twice. And he'll tear apart her sunny, mundane world just to prove she's always been his. Welcome to an obsession where the greatest insult was her indifference... and the only prize will be her surrender. A/N : I'm trying to make a darker and more smutty version of "The girl who didn't look". This book is also extremely vulgar.

Genesis fell for a man she wasn't supposed to help. But when he disappeared in the middle of the night, she was left to deal with the heartbreak alone. Now five years later...she's finally moved on with her life and has an adorable son and loving boyfriend. But when a trip to Korea brings Genesis face-to-face with the one man she never thought she'd see again, things take a turn. Kang Dae is still alive and unaware that the child standing by her side is his. ‼️NOTICE‼️ This is book 2. If you haven't read, "I miss you," I would go read it. (You don't have to tho 🤗)

Having life always in his favor, Ben has never been challenged. He has never been denied and his days in college didn't differ. When a quick hook up with Tina turns into a more reoccurring fling, his unchallenged days come to an end. Enticed by this tiny feisty beauty, he tries to break down her walls. But will she let him in? This is Tina and Ben's story before their craziness with Ben's mother Mimi.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

#4 in city life #159 in bwwm Amelia King, a driven workaholic, journeys from the ever busy Manhattan to the picturesque Texas countryside for a two weeks' vacation. Unexpected car trouble lands her into the midst of a quaint town and into the arms of Luke Knight, a charming cowboy. Happy Reading! ❤ All rights reserved.