#1 Ambw🥇✨️ Long chapters + Complete unedited version "You don't get to play me," he growled, hand locked around her throat as he slammed her against the bed. "You take me." Aaliyah thought she could tease Kenji, thought she could control the game. But every move she makes only fuels his dominance, his hunger, his need to own every inch of her. What started as rivalry explodes into obsession, jealousy, and nights so sinful she'll never be the same. And when someone from Kenji's past threatens to break them apart, Aaliyah learns just how far he'll go to prove she's his-and only his. When Aaliyah crosses paths with Kenji, sparks ignite into a flame neither of them can control. What starts as playful tension quickly spirals into an intoxicating mix of passion, jealousy, and loyalty. Between heated encounters, unspoken rivalries, and a love that refuses to be denied, Aaliyah and Kenji must learn if their fire will consume them-or forge something unbreakable. Raw, filthy, and addictive... this is not your typical college love story. ____________________________________________ Also I wrote this book ages ago and its been in my drafts i decided to post it on a whim .. this is the full unedited version!

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.

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."

+18 Igor patted his thigh-slow, deliberate. "Come here," he said, voice thick with amusement. "Sit on my lap. You look tense." Etta stood her ground, she didn't want him to win. His smirk deepened "You want to see what happens when I ask again?" **** When Etta agrees to a spontaneous trip to Russia with her best friend, she expects snow, sightseeing, and maybe a little adventure-not to be hunted down by a brooding, relentless police officer with icy dark grey eyes and a claim that burns. Igor doesn't ask. He takes. And from the moment he sees her... she's his. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, NASTY sexual scenes, Reader discretion is advised.

noun: weakness. /ˈwēknəs/ -a person or thing that one is unable to resist or likes excessively.

She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

"He's from the pits of hell... literally." Carden is the son of Lucifer. In order for him to take over his father's spot in hell, he must marry in a year. This problem is- Carden is tired of the obsessive women in hell so he decides to go to the next best place; earth. ~~~ This story will be written in lowercase. If you don't like it argue wit ya mama.

Ayla has lived a life full of twists and turns from a young age. Her diagnosis of ADHD was a constant companion, whispering doubts and fears into her mind. She convinced herself that she would never truly be happy and be able to connect with others to find the love she craves. But one night, Ayla ends up finding herself in the wrong place at the wrong time, crossing paths with the infamous Devils's Motorcycle Club where she meets biker best friends Nikolai and Emerson who happen to be the only people that come to her rescue. The three soon form a tight friendship where the two men help navigate and guide Ayla through her struggles, the two men becoming her anchors. But lines soon become blurred, boundaries fade and unspoken desires arise. And when Ayla uses their advice to find love, Nikolai and Emerson begin to grow jealous and possessive wanting her all to themselves instead. *can be read as a standalone*

{ Book 1 of the Marino Series } "Don't ever walk alone." My mother once said. Well, about that... I might've walked alone & witnessed a brutal murder. If it isn't the consequences of my own actions... I witnessed a murder & now I've gained a stalker, a man who's dangerous & a psychopath. Well a sexy psychopath. Emilio Marino. READ!!👇🏾 !Warning! This story contains, violence, smut, A LOT OF NAMING CALLING, humor & death. If you cannot handle neither of these, do not read stink🧍🏽‍♀️. Started: 09/05/22 Finished: 03/09/23