𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞. #1 in URBAN-26/08/21 #2 in STREETS-07/11/21

Being a tough guy is all Jaxon knows and understands. He makes mistakes and gets in trouble; the only person he listens to is his big brother Trey. Putting on a front for his friends to believe his facade but, after meeting Kairon it all comes tumbling down with one life changing event that gives him a change of heart.

When you're arranged to marry a complete stranger. 18 year old, Abel Kareem is arranged to marry, 27 year old, Italian, Gotti Diorgio. With a lot of obstacles in their way -- will they last? Or are they bound to fall and crumble? This story is interracial, sex, mentally, physically, and emotional abuse. Drugs & Alcohol, and also mpreg. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PICTURES YOU SEE -- THOSE PICTURES ARE SIMILAR TO WHAT I IMAGINE THE CHARACTER'S TO LOOK LIKE.

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(Bxb) Eric Valence thought finding a job as an editor for a well-known author named Draven H. Malcolm was the beginning of his writing career. He had no idea that it would also be the beginning of his love story. *** "You're so clueless, it bothers me." He frowned, "What does that mean-" "You never wondered why I gave you all the best things on my floor - the closest desk, drinks from my office, my newest project. I even went to your house and picked you up to make sure you weren't late." "My portfoli-" "There are twenty three others with the same experience as yours, that was an excuse," he admitted, peering into Eric's eyes and daring him to look away. Eric didn't. Draven sighed, "The reason I got mad that day..." he paused for a moment, hesitating again but deciding to let it all out, "the reason I got mad is because I heard you kissed Jason, which I wasn't too pleased about but then seeing you and Justin together..." He never finished his sentence, and Eric raised an eyebrow, "What about Justin and I?" "I feel like you're doing this on purpose," Draven chuckled, examining Eric's confused face. "I'm not sure what you're talking about-" "I like you," Draven said clearly with his entire diaphragm, expression it as loud as he could for Eric to understand. Eric felt his throat squeeze itself shut, no oxygen coming in or out. "I like you, a lot more than I thought, Eric," he breathed. Eric was unable to believe it, shook his head and looked away for moment, before meeting his gaze again. "Why me?" he asked quietly. Draven shrugged his shoulders, eyeing Eric with adoration and admiration, "I'm not sure either, but I want you to be mine." Jan 24. 2018 - 1k

Rule #1: Keep the house clean. Rule #7: Call me Master Jamie. Rule #11: We're not friends. Rule #101: No falling in love; I promise you, it's one-sided. Joe's entire life crumbled when his successful husband blatantly asked for a divorce and admitted that he no longer had any feelings for him. He fell into a crippling depression, losing his workplace, becoming an alcoholic and finding himself unable to afford a place to stay. His disappointed grandmother left him in the streets, and he was left homeless where he slept in alleyways, drunk. Until a new bartender named Jamie started working in at local bar Joe usually visited, and Joe was shocked when he asked, "How about you move-in with?" Not only does he get paid, but he basically lives there for free. Jamie offers him all his clothes, and free time to do whatever he wants. Under one condition, not only does Joe have to work as his housemaid, but he MUST follow ALL THE RULES. And I mean all of them. Even Rule #101: No falling in love. Well, shouldn't be that hard, right? At least that's what Joe thought.

The heavy smell of cigarette smoke couldn't even mask the metallic smell of aged blood beneath the floor boards. These were dangerous men. Boys with knives and painted skin.. ~ We laid in the darkened room letting the comfortable silence cover us. His tattooed hand lightly stroked the moist skin of my arm. Yuji was beautiful.. "I'm going to hell..." He said nonchalantly. My eyes danced along his strong jawline and shoulder length, tapered hair. Currents of silky, onyx hair. "I've touched such a pure soul with unclean hands..." He sat up, climbed to his feet and grabbed his silk robe from the door, concealing the Oni and blossoms that adorned his back. [Completed 02/27/20] *************************************************** Warning: This book is rated M for mature. This novel will include sexual situations, violence, and crude language. Let's try to be adults about this. If I catch you copying my book, I'll sue.

You're delicate. He's ruthless, and a Mafia Prince. What happens when a one night stand ties you to the Godfather of crime? +16

"Did I stutter? On. Your. Knees." A school for the criminally rebellious conducts a semestral "Caste Game"; where cards are hidden in the campus and those who find it will be ranked according to the card's position in the deck. Levi Park has been holding the King card ever since he enrolled; he is ruthless, he is feared, he is strategically the worst person ever; yet he rules the entire school for delinquents. Until comes a bundle of innocence and rainbow socks, Holland Paris, conveniently transferred in the time of this year's Game. But something happened when Holland woke up and found the highest card in the deck. "Congratulations on finding the King, your Highness. Now..." Levi said, his confidence making Holland frown in suspicion. Until Levi held up a distinctive card between slender fingers, and Holland's heart dropped. "On your knees."