Nicole Jackson is a 24 year old waitress at The Star Cafè. She ran away from her abusive parents from California to New York in search for a better life. She hopes to find peace and happiness in the new city. Dante Moretti is a 27 Mafia king. He is known for killing anything or anyone who even thinks of looking his way which is why many people tend to avoid his presence as a whole. He only cares for his family and close friends. Uses women as toys and sees no use in respecting them since it's either they want him because of his looks and money. Deep inside all of that hard exterior he carries, he wishes to find his Queen. He finally meets a curvy yet small girl with curly hair at his Club. Will she be his future Mafia Queen? Why don't you find out [Still to be edited]

The story of your sexual capitulation told by the bloodthirsty supervillain who discovered your secret identity, ruined every chance of you maintaining a normal functioning relationship, and is kinda-sorta (without a doubt, definitely) obsessed with you. ***** Your name is Hector Jean-Baptiste. By day you're an upstanding college student: rugby star, stellar Haitian son, autism activist. By night you're Makeshift, an electrokinetic powerhouse hailed as the greatest superhero of our generation. Keeping your beloved alter ego a secret shouldn't be an issue, but recently your sadistic archnemesis, Vortex, can't seem to grasp the importance of personal space... Basically, the deadliest villain in the world disguises himself as a charming barista intending to seduce, corrupt, and destroy America's favorite poster boy (AKA You) only to fall dangerously in love with the kind-hearted man (Also You) behind the mask instead. Whoops? ★ Featured during #CelebrateBlackStories, #BlackPride2021, and #WrittenwithPride2021 ★ Wattpad Certified Fresh Read CONTENT WARNING: This story contains strong language, mild violence, sensual themes, and mentions of racism and homophobia.

"Oi! watch it!" a buff body guard yelled out as Ace VirVenandi parked swiftly, and carelessly next to a glossy, black Mustang. Ace ignored the guard outside gripping the steering wheel of his gold Lamborghini firmly "why are we here?" Ace asked his father, Martin, with a sharp edge to his tone. ~This guy cock-blocks me from my hook-up, demands I just drive to this location without any information or reason? I'd just about had enough of this man's elusive behavior for one day.~ His Father just sat, eerily calm, in the passenger seat of Ace's car. "I need to show you something" he said, his voice, weathered but dripping with power. Ace was a powerful man, hell he was son of the Underworld King, no one could control him, not even his father, but his father could, on occasion, persuade him. Ace inhaled sharply and got out of his car to follow his father. Straightening his Armani suit and slicking back his hair Ace followed his father down towards the Guard that had just yelled at him. The guard stepped out in front of Ace "Hey, you, if there's a single scratch on that Mustang-" Ace glared at the man as he stepped up in to the guard's space "what" Ace dared the guy to finish his sentence, the guard shrunk back, fear lacing his eyes "p-please, she'll kill me" he spluttered. Ace stepped back cocking a brow at the quivering guard "she?" I'm intrigued. Martin placed a firm hand on Ace's shoulder "you'll see" he said nudging his son to move forward, Ace gave in after some resistance, now mildly curious about this "she". Following Martin down stairs under a divvy Pub into an underground fighting club. The air inside was vulgar, drunk idiots hitting on cheap women who were apparently that desperate that they encouraged the men. Ace smirked, my kind of place.