Malika Danai is pressure. Friendly, social, and loved by all, Malika thrives in college and is often seen as a mirage - seemingly real and attainable but disappears when approached. She's a party girl to the core. Loves to drink, flirt, and explore with her best friends, Ayana and Isabella. Her beauty is undeniable. With curly black hair cascading over her shoulders and golden-brown skin that glows no matter where she's at, Malika's presence is impossible to ignore. Her dark brown eyes often sparks with mischief, and her full two-toned lips often curves into teasing grins that hints at secrets she rarely shares. Malika excels at a lot of things but she was never the study type. She prayed the night before exams and hoped that her grades would at least give her a passing score and somehow, that always worked. Until now... Her grades are barely holding on- good enough to pass, but not good enough for a sorority like the Alpha Kappa Alpha (AKA). She wants to join. No she needs to. It's the only way she can prove to her mother that she's worth it. And she'll do whatever it takes. Even if it means casting her pride aside to get help from the boy who loathes her existence. Meanwhile... Theo Sinclair is a weapon. An academic weapon that nobody can beat. Coming from an old money family where the expectations and bars are set high, Theo surpasses them all and is often pushed towards greatness by his family. Yet he has a big flaw: boredom. Because of his uncaring attitude towards everything and everyone around him, Theo is often alone. Deliberately avoiding attention and validation from peers; he thrives in the silence and rhythm of his own scheduled routines. He has only one rule; 'Never let myself feel things I can't control.' To him, parties are ratchet and vile. An enigma vastly contrasting his reverence for solitude, silence, and carefully ordered thoughts. So when he's pushed into an unwanted arrangement, he resents the intrusion because slowly, his rule...

In the glittering cage of Buckingham Palace, Prince William reigns supreme-charismatic, untouchable, and utterly ruthless. The heir who was never meant to be king wears his crown like a weapon, and his fiancée, Lady Beatrice, is nothing more than a perfectly polished accessory: safe, suitable, invisible. Until he sees Ayana. A maid with ebony skin that gleams like forbidden silk and curves that mock the starched severity of her uniform. One stolen glance across marble halls, and the prince's world narrows to obsession. The crack of glass in his hand. Blood on his palm. A hunger that tastes like ruin. He is power incarnate. She is the help-untouchable involved every way that matters. But William doesn't ask. He takes. As the engagement ball looms and the palace whispers of duty and decorum, the prince begins rewriting the rules. Beatrice's smile will shatter. The crown will tremble. And Ayana-sweet, unaware, breathtaking-will either become his salvation... or the spark that burns the monarchy to ash. A dark royal romance of possession, forbidden desire, and a man who would destroy empires for the one woman he can never have.

"𝓗𝓮'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂. 𝓗𝓮'𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻-𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓘'𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭." "He doesn't want love. He wants ownership." Boston bleeds under the boots of men like Alessandro Romani. Cold-blooded. Untouchable. He built an empire on loyalty, fear-and silence. I never should've crossed his path. I wasn't part of this world. I didn't belong in the shadows. But the second his eyes met mine, it was over. He doesn't flirt. He stalks. He doesn't seduce. He consumes. And when he decided I was his, no one warned me that "no" isn't in his vocabulary. Now I'm trapped in a game I didn't agree to play, with a man who doesn't care about right or wrong-only possession. And the worst part? Part of me wants him to ruin me. Even though I know monsters like him don't give happy endings. They give scars.

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.

State of Affairs ⚖︎ "You missed a talking point on page four, Governor," I said, sliding the briefing file across his heavy mahogany desk. Tennyson didn't look at the file. His dark eyes stayed locked on my mouth, completely devoid of the golden-man charm he'd just fed to a crowd of thousands. "Lock the door, Milan," he murmured, his voice low and exhausted. "You have a press briefing in ten minutes, sir. And your wife is waiting in the lobby." He stepped around the desk, invading my space until the scent of cedar and expensive bourbon swallowed me whole. His hand brushed my waist, his thumb pressing possessively against my hip. "I don't care," he breathed, his facade finally shattering. "Lock the damn door." 🏛️ To the world, 𝐆𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬 is untouchable. He is the state's golden man, a devoted husband, and a man with a spotless reputation. Everyone worships the ground he walks on. Everyone except his executive assistant, 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚. Milan has a strict two-year plan: survive the Governor's temper, secure her recommendation letter, and catch a one-way flight to Washington, D.C. Her job description: hand him his black coffee, fix his crooked ties, and treat the most powerful man in the state like a normal human being. But her immunity is exactly what breaks him. Behind the heavy oak doors of his office, Tennyson sheds his perfect mask. He is cynical, ruthless, and spiraling into a dark, desperate obsession with the only woman who doesn't want anything from him. He becomes addicted to her warmth and slowly to her. As late nights at the office blur into a secret arrangement, Milan thinks she has the situation under control. But she doesn't know that Tennyson's public life is a PR lie. She doesn't know that the Governor has absolutely no intention of letting her go. 'Cause what the Governor needs, the Governor gets.

He came for the debt. He stayed to claim her soul. Viktor Volkov rules Moscow's underworld with an iron fist and ice in his veins. As pakhan of the most feared Bratva syndicate, he's used to people paying what they owe - in blood, money, or broken bones. When Viola Isley's brother Liam steals two million rubles and disappears like the spineless coward he is, Viktor doesn't waste time chasing a ghost. He goes straight for what's left behind: her. Viola never signed up for her brother's mistakes. She's just trying to survive - long shifts at the café, cramped apartment in a crumbling Soviet block, nights alone with nothing but her thoughts and the endless Moscow snow. She doesn't know that for weeks, a predator has been watching her every move. Tracking her phone. Hacking her laptop camera. Sitting in the shadows outside her window while she showers, while she sleeps, while she touches herself and whispers into the dark like she's begging for someone to hear. And Viktor hears everything. He knows the exact way she takes her coffee (black, two sugars). He knows the route she takes on the metro every morning at 7:15 sharp. He knows the soft little gasps she makes when she comes on Thursdays, fingers buried deep, back arched against the bathroom tiles. He's memorized it all, jerked off to it in the back of his Maybach more times than he can count, and now the obsession has burned away whatever patience he had left.....

Vida Lewis is everything she doesn't believe she is: beautiful, classy, and elegant. Just trying to navigate her own life, she remains completely unaware of the dangerous obsession she has inspired. Min Jun, the most powerful and influential chaebol leader in Korea, has a secret that could shatter empires. In a locked room, her name is scrawled across his walls, her face his only muse. But his world is a gilded cage, built on a foundation of cold, strategic alliances. His wife, Ji Yeon, is the perfect, poised daughter of Seoul's elite. Taught to obey, behave, and endure, she lives a life of silent suffering, her love for a husband who offers only indifference or cruelty. Divorce is not an option; her duty is to survive. When fate pulls the unsuspecting Vida into their orbit, the carefully constructed walls of Min Jun's world begin to crack. How far will a man used to getting everything he want go for a love he was never supposed to have? And what happens when a wife, pushed to the edge, decides she's done behaving? This is a story of forbidden desire, dark secrets, and the devastating price of a love that borders on obsession.

"Nelly." His voice cracked-a warning and a desperate plea-as I straddled him. I knew exactly what came over me. Lust. Days of touching myself under his roof, wishing my fingers were his hands, his cock. Days of being denied. But not anymore. "Please kiss me," I breathed. His hands bit into my waist. He swallowed hard, and my cunt wept for him. "You don't know what you want, pumpkin." That Texas drawl, too smooth, too edged. I grind down on him, my slick pussy sliding over the thick ridge of his cock through his trousers. He groaned, tortured, and I felt him throb beneath me. "I want you, Leo." I breathed it against his lips. "All of you." "Nelly, baby..." He cried my name like he was breaking. Then his hands shot up. Grabbed my wrists. "Stop!" He lifted me off him, set me aside like I was shameful. He stood up. "Why don't you want me?" My voice cracked. He turned, eyes tortured. "I do want-" "Don't lie to me. It's clear you don't." I stood, ready to flee, to salvage what little pride I had left. But he pinned me to the wall before I could open the door. His hand wrapped around my throat-not squeezing, not threatening, just there. A silent command. A brand. His body pressed flush against mine, and I could feel every inch of him, every ragged breath he fought to control. This," he growled, low and wrecked, his hand firm on my throat, "is exactly why I'm trying to walk away." I hated him. Hated how he denied the spark that burned between us. "You feel that?" I pressed my hips into him, letting him feel my heat. "You feel how wet I am for you? And you still want to walk away?" His jaw tightened. His fingers twitched against my throat. "Don't," he warned, voice breaking. "Don't what?" I breathed. "Don't make you admit you want me just as much as I want you?" He closed his eyes, fighting it. Fighting us.

When a bubbly track star meets a grumpy Dutch baller... A college sports romance between two polar opposites.

Once upon a time, they told her that she was far too fat, black, and ugly to amount to anything. THEY WERE WRONG! Fighting to become one of the Baddest Hustlers in the mean Dallas Texas streets becomes the main goal she aims to achieve. Even though women hate her and men beg to possess her, she may be FOR SALE, but none can truly have all of... EVA. Emir, a Turkish Billionaire, never imagined an invitation to a private event would expose him to such delectable treats until his eyes landed on a uniquely-divine Eboni enchantress unlike any woman he's ever craved. All he wants is to be spared a glance until he comes to realize that a glance just isn't enough. ***This is NOT a story for the faint at heart.*** FOR SALE is BOOK 1 of the BLACK HUSTLE Series. This story showcases some aspects of African American Vernacular English #AAVE and African American Urban Culture #AAUC. This is a Curvy Community Romance: #DISCLOSURE #CelebrateBlackStories #EyesLipsFierce #AAVE #Urban #UrbanRomance #wattpadbookshelves *AMAZON PUBLISHED BOOKS MAY BE EDITED TO REFLECT CHANGES NOT AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD*