"He fell into despair and lost all hope... For who could ever love a beast?" -Beauty and The Beast ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• When Elle stumbled upon an ad for a stay in chef, she thought the universe had finally tipped in her favor. After graduating from culinary school, she wasn't sure what direction her life would go in... Until she met Stefan DeGramont. At first, he seemed like a cold hearted, presumptuous, egotistical asshole. As she grew to know him... Well... I guess you could add Mafia boss to the list. Now tangled in his crazy Mafia business, will something fragile like her heart, be on the line? Or maybe something more risky, like her life? Could all this be avoided If she can learn to love the man behind the beast... Before it's too late. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "A thorn defends the Rose. Harming only those that will steal the blossom." **PLEASE Beware: I wrote this a few years ago so the spelling errors are there, and some cringe moments are present. I'll accept all health invoices for any emotional and mental damage inflicted during this read xoxo

{Free story 1 paid bonus chapter} Virginia hates her school's basketball superstar, but Eli Shepherd is hoping to change that, one basket at a time. *** Virginia takes a job at her college's basketball gym where worlds collide and attraction runs wild between her and the school's captain of the basketball team- NBA Draft hopeful Eli Shepherd. Trying to keep her father's celebrity status as a retired basketball legend is a hard secret to keep, especially when her dad invites Eli over to train him- at her house. While deadly secrets threaten to tear apart the only family she has left, Virginia must search for answers while guarding her heart against the greatest threat it has ever faced- Eli Shepherd. 🚨COMPLETED🚨 *This story is FREE but there is one Paid bonus chapter! WARNING: Mature scenes and themes. Read at your own risk.

After one feverish night with Tyler Evans, Rory is never supposed to see the man draped in enigmas and devilish charms again. Six months later, she's deep into a summer fling with Chace. As their fling becomes a committed relationship, she's adamant on keeping his heart just like he has hers. Rory is certain that he is the one for her, and when he invites her over to meet his family, she believes they're finally sealing the deal. Until he introduces her to Tyler Evans, his troublesome stepbrother. .・。.・゜ rewriting : updates every Friday Registered with the United States Copyright Office Frisson © 2020 - 2022 | All Rights Reserved This book or any portion thereof, may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever, without the express written permission of the publisher, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

"You're a what?" Devin's full lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any fucking dick." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down to the space between their heads as his husky Burberry cologne overtook her nostrils. "Je ne suis pas d'accord belle dame," He muttered that beautiful second language against her skin, the language of love, as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms at the sound of it and he knew that he had her. "Maybe some fucking dick is exactly what you need." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.

***WARNING: THIS STORY INCLUDES MATURE CONTENT AND VIOLENCE**** "They call it obsession, I prefer the word love" 24-year old Amiyah Wilson's only concerns in life is being the best she can in life and having fun while doing it. Although love wasn't really on her mind at the moment, she still dated but always kept her guard up. It wasn't until she met a guy that actually caught her eye and grabbed her attention. As feelings grew, secrets revealed. This caused her only concern to be survival.

|EDITED| I should've left. I knew I should've turned the hell around. Shut the door. Pretended I didn't see a damn thing. But I didn't. I stood there, frozen. Mesmerized. Cursed. She let the towel fall away. My breath caught when her breasts spilled free-round, medium-sized, her nipples already stiff. She palmed them, moaning low in her throat, her hips shifting against her fingers. Her waist was so damn small, and those thighs... Fuck. Those thick thighs spread wide, holding nothing back. Her clit swollen, her moans growing louder, filling every inch of space in the house. And all I could think was I want to be the one making her sound like that. I wanted to drop to my knees. Slide my mouth up her thighs. Bury my face in that sweet pussy until she screamed my name. God, she was so beautiful, so uninhibited. So fucking close. Amina and Mason have been friends forever. But not even forever prepares them for this. They've shared everything-secrets, laughs, and late-night talks-but never touched the spark simmering just beneath the surface. So when they decide to explore their sexual chemistry under a strict set of rules, it's supposed to be simple. No drama. No emotions. Just heat. But rules don't stand a chance when the lines blur between friendship and something far more dangerous. Because once they cross that line... there's no going back This book was inspired by the song. (That Way by Tate McRae ) !!WARNING!! THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT OF DETAILED SEXUAL CONTENT|

Adriana is a soon to be 18 year old who thought she was taking a regular vacation to Greece with her parents for her birthday but what happens when she finds out that wasn't the only reason she's there? "Fuck you" I say in a low voice "Is that why you're mad because you couldn't hmm?" He hums in amusement "Please stop talking" I say pinching the bridge of my nose "I don't have to do a damn thing your in my house" He says bitterly as if I've hurt him "Oh I'm sorry it's not like I wanted to be here in the first place!"

He smiled at me and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Alright, deal, whatever you want.. but how long are we looking at?" "Four months. It's half of eight and eight is a reasonable number from twelve, because twelve months is a long time. And ooh, I read on a post once that after liking someone for four months you either fall inlove or stop liking them.. all from various reasons... but that doesn't actually apply to us because we are friends..." I looked up at him, as I removed his arms from my waist and set them down by his side. He smirked at me. "Four months it is."

He slowly backs up until his back is against the wall like my own, "You're..my neighbor?" He points to my door and I nod my head quickly. He hums softly, "You been here a while?" He asks and I nod my head once again. He chuckles, "Ya head hurt?" I nod again but stop as he laughs softly, "I-I mean.. no.. it doesn't." My cheeks burn red as I look at my shoes, "I-It doesn't hurt.." I repeat like a dummy and listen to him clear his throat, "So do you actually live there or was it bull?" He nods to my door and I play with my fingers, "Yeah.. I do.." I feel his eyes watch me and I quickly stop. "You live with your boyfriend or do you like sweatshirts that reach your knees?" He teased, making a giggle slip past my lips. I look away to the floor again, "I-I like big shirts... a lot." I mumble softly and he nods his head, "Hol' up." He puts his box down before walking over to one of the grey bins. I nosily watch as he pulls out a big grey sweatshirt, "Here." He holds it out for me to take and I stare at him with wide eyes, "F-For me?" I hesitantly grab the soft fabric as he chuckles, "Nah for ya mom." I puff my cheeks a little and give him a small glare, "Hush." He leans back against the wall and shakes his head, "It's cold out. You should put it on." ____________________________ She was a shy girl from the city with no spine and a list of problems so long that it could touch the floor and roll off her shoes. Though troublesome, she never truly minded because despite her fears, she was a smart little thing and worked around it. But like many of us, it kept her trapped in a tight little box. The fear of pain, insecurities, and endless thoughts held her back from the life she dreamt of. Until she met him. He was everything she could pray for and more. Tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, and caring. Perhaps she could peek out her little box.. just this once? __________ PLEASE STOP COPY PASTING MY BOOK!!!! THEIF!!! #1 in Daddy (1/1/2021) #1 in Black Romance (5/15/21)

"Adam is different." "I can handle different. I've dealt with different before." "Yes, but you've never dealt with Adam."