Kyomi is a single mom, to a little girl, named Raya. Everything takes place in the 5-story apartments they live in. Well the daughter meets a certain friendly neighbor. She decides her Mama needs a friend, but will it end up as more than she dreamed? This story has been edited 6/5/2026 #12 on the bwwm list 8/15/25 #15 on the neighbors list 11/11/25 #2 father-daughter list 11/11/25

𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 and 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨; two best friends whose relationship is built on trust, late-night conversations, and a bond neither of them ever questioned. But one-night changed everything. It wasn't a mistake. It was planned, just a friend helping a friend. A line crossed and suddenly the rules between them no longer mean what they used to. Now Ashton can't get Elena out of his head, not the way she looked at him that night, the way she felt around him... and it was at that moment everything inside him snapped. For Elena, it was supposed to mean nothing beyond curiosity, something for her to finally experience. But Ashton is already past the point of pretending.

Damian Hayes had ambition, power, and no room for strings attached. Elara Everly had innocence, dreams, and a heart he'd broken. Three years later, politics; a thread woven from power and corruption, throws them together again. This time, she's a fearless journalist, and he's the president. The stakes are higher, the tension slicing, and the past refuses to stay buried. "Kiss me," his lips grazed hers, his voice a dangerous murmur. "Kiss me... and I'll withdraw the attack on your pathetic boyfriend." Updates everyday :)

A love so pure no deceit could live within it. Kahlee Taylen Romes is navigating school, friends, and football while getting over the betrayal of his ex and learning to love someone new. Can Kahlee manage just being friends with the girl he desires, maintain his football prominence, and try to understand the weird energy he's been receiving from his oldest friend? "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙩. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙙𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙮? 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙄 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙨? 𝘽𝙚𝙜? 𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚? 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮." I'd do anything to have her affection. I want her to love me. "𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧" 𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚.

Zahara Adebayo had spent her whole life living in Africa, but after hearing the news of a dangerous rainstorm heading her way, her parents have no other choice but to send her to live with a family friend all the way in Oakland California. From meeting the Mickelson's years ago when she was five, Zahara quickly finds out that all six children have indeed grown up. From feeling severally homesick, and not knowing if she truly belongs, Zahara spends the entire summer with the Mickelson's, hanging around, going to the beach, and living a California lifestyle. Yet, the last thing she'd ever imagine herself doing is falling for one of the Mickelson boys. Never imagining herself falling for one of the Mickelson boys, Zahara surely didn't expect it to be Oaklands known boy every girl was in love with. Yet to her surprise, he was even crazier for her than she ever thought.

There are unwritten rules. But you know what they say, rules are meant to be broken.

𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 is an innocent, kind, and unshakable girl that is...until 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝; the Star quarterback, he's untouchable, mysterious and the guy she's tutoring that decides he wants her. He watches, waits, and tests her boundaries. Desire turns dangerous, and obsession doesn't play fair between these two ☆ "Did you really think you could keep me away?" He murmurs as his hands close around my wrists, not rough, but firm enough to remind me who's in control. He lifted them above my head, and I kept my eyes on the hallway. "Two weeks no contact, that really hurt me," The grip around my wrists tightened. "You can run all you want, but I will always be right there..." His eyes dropped down my body, while his one free hand dragged down my sides before running across my ribs causing a shiver. "Ten steps ahead ready to snatch you up into the darkness until it consumes you whole" My breath was caught in my throat, I'm scared, really scared because this wasn't the guy I had hung out with. I didn't want to cry or show weakness, but he's really off right now. He leaned into me, close enough to my ear before speaking. "I knew this was coming. It's a pattern with you." I couldn't bring myself to tell him to stop and that I'm scared while the tears streamed down my face. And It was simply because I didn't want him to. "I always get what I want and right now you deserve a punishment for how you talked to me," My teary eyes met his as he tilted his head and slowly shook it. "All I want right now is you bent over my lap; your bare ass up and prepared for me to play with my pussy while your head is in my lap." I tried to blink the tears away as I felt my nipples get hard just from those words and the wetness coming over my body made me feel disgusted with myself. I never wanted something more. ❝Please Killian,❞ said below a whisper, knowing exactly what I was askin

After losing her parents at the age of twelve, Thandi spent years running-from orphan homes, street predators, and the crushing weight of poverty. Through it all, her big sister was her shield. Her hope. Her last thread of innocence in a world determined to strip it away. But when violence rips her sister from her life, Thandi's fragile world crumbles. Alone and helpless, she is sold into the hands of the De Luca family-the most feared mafia dynasty in the world. In the dark halls of power, cruelty, and desire, Thandi's stolen innocence echoes in every shadow. And survival may cost her the last pieces of the girl she used to be.

Stalker romance Previously known as Acosador CURRENTLY RE-WRITTING 1 in toxic 6/21/25 1 in dark romance 5/19/25 1 in disturbing 8/18/25 1 in big age gap 7/1/25 1 in physiological 7/27/25 The argument didn't escalate. Liam doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't need to. When he's angry, the room gets smaller. The oxygen vanishes. Your own heartbeat betrays you. And when he left the room, slamming the heavy door behind him, I stood there for hours, unmoving. Not because I didn't want to move-but because I didn't know if I was allowed to. That night, he didn't sleep beside me. And I unraveled. I went through three different outfits. I brushed my hair seventy times. I practiced walking with books on my head like Rosa used to force me to do when i behaved badly. I whispered apologies into the dark, unsure if he could hear me. But he must have. Because in the morning, he was in the kitchen, making coffee like nothing happened. And when I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his back, he sighed and said, "There's my good girl."