My name is Stassi Power. I'm twenty-two years old and I own a bar called The SWAMP . I was born and raised in Alabama and went to college in Atlanta so I'm like a soft swerve of country and city. This blonde, boobs, and ass...it's real and it costs money and time to maintain so if you can't handle the heat you gon have to get out the kitchen...because I'm not giving up my pilates membership that I paid six-hundred to join. Not gon lie to y'all..I'm a big ass kid with a deep wallet and attitude problem, but I'm also a sweetheart and super friendly. But when I'm mad or annoyed I can be...what's the best way to say this... venomous..just a warning.

"You gonna translate that?" "No, you're being rude." .hana rhee. - 7/26/21 - 12/4/21 highest ranks~ #1- thewalkingdead #1- twdfanfic #1- twd #1- glenn rhee #1- carlgrimes #1- daryldixon #1- maggiegreene #1- bethgreene #1- michonne

"love is real. you just have to find your person." "and what if i don't have a person?" in which his task brings an unlikely pair together. lowercase intended

[COMPLETED] "You're so beautiful." He whispers, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip. "It's a shame you won't be so much when I'm finished with you. I'm gonna play you like a piano, my precious girl." "We shouldn't be doing this Cyrus." I whisper staring up at him. His face hardens and he slips his thumb in between my lips. "Open your legs for me, pretty baby." In which a dominant, thirty year old man, who has never been in a serious relationship, becomes infatuated with a twenty-three year old black girl.

[COMPLETED] "My husband-" "Forget your fucking husband because as harsh as it sounds, baby, he's very much forgotten about you." My face morphs into shock at Ollie's outburst. The once shy man adjusts the glasses on his face and looks away from me- a small blush etching onto his cheeks. "Why can't you just leave him and be with me?" He whispers, looking back at me with his beautiful brown eyes, that are now filed with sadness. I gulp. +++ Lilah Bradford has been married to Dale Bradford for two years. Like every marriage, it started perfectly, but as time went on it's almost as if Dale has forgotten that he has a beautiful wife. All Lilah can feel is neglect and sorrow as her marriage begins to crumble right through her fingers. But all changes for the brown-skinned beauty when she meets Dale's new boss, Ollie Burhan. #1 in hot / 21st Nov 2021

Dona was never the kind of woman to play by the rules. When her father died, leaving behind an empire that many thought was too big for her to handle, she proved them all wrong. She stepped into his shoes without hesitation, determined to command the same respect-and fear-that he once did. Her charm was her greatest weapon, her beauty a tool she wielded with precision. Men underestimated her, but Dona used that to her advantage, luring her rivals into her traps and making them regret ever thinking she was anything less than deadly. Every move she made was calculated, every risk carefully weighed, as she built her power, eliminated her enemies, and claimed her place at the top. But just when she thought she had it all under control, he showed up. The son of her greatest enemy, the one man whose presence threatened everything she had worked for. Their encounters were charged with tension-sharp words, dangerous stares, and a pull neither of them could resist. As old wounds reopen and new battles begin, Dona finds herself walking a razor-thin line between ambition and desire. The world she's built is a treacherous one, filled with betrayal, power plays, and secrets that could destroy her. But Dona has never been one to back down, even when the stakes are higher than ever. 2021©

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 ˢ¹ ☑ ˢ² ☑ ˢ³ ☒ ˢ⁴ ☒ tw cringe i wrote this when i was like 13😭 art credits to Suket-key on twitter

Amazing cover by ONYXVIXEN I didn't choose this, Destiny chose me I wanted a simple, quiet life, but fate had other plans. Working for an artifact collector brought me admittedly joy. I had a thing for history and relics too, but never could i imagine it would lead me here; to the past Stuck in ancient Japan I am ill equipped to survive in a time ravaged by war and unwelcoming to anything foreign Still i find myself enraptured by the general and his formidable presence While devising a plan to escape back home, i start to wonder if it is something i truly desire The general is married and i am to be the emperors newest concubine yet our yearning for one another defies all logic and supersedes all notions of duty How can we possibly find a way to be together when we are dragged down by obligations and everything and everyone is against us

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.