Kenzo's 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 with Soraya isn't love-it's a hunger that devours him, a fixation that twists every thought until she is the axis of his world. No matter how far she runs, no matter how hard she fights, his shadow is always there-watching, waiting. To him, Soraya isn't just his weakness. She's his possession. His addiction. And nothing she says or does can sever the chain that binds her to him. He'll break down her defenses, strip away her resistance, and remind her there's no life outside of him. Caught in his tightening grip, Soraya is torn between fear and a dangerous pull she can't deny. Each step she takes to escape only drags her deeper into his world-a world where Kenzo has already decided the ending. Because in his mind, there's only one truth: she will be his-𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆r. ⚠️this story is a work of fiction⚠️

Sweet, ambitious, and studious, Davina Benoit has spent her whole life overshadowed by her older sister. Pressured by her parents to follow in her footsteps, Davina enrolls in Rutherford Academy - a prestigious University, where students are classified into rigid categories, meant to define their roles in relationships. Determined to prove herself, Davina cheats on the category placement test, but she soon realizes that her deception has led her somewhere she doesn't belong. Relentless, fierce, and driven, Matthias Laurier has spent years burying his true self beneath a carefully crafted persona. He has no interest in attachments, especially not with someone like Davina-who, unbeknownst to her, is his perfect match in ways neither of them understand. As their connection deepens, Matthias is forced to confront the side of himself he has sworn to keep hidden. In a world that demands labels, can they embrace who they really are before it's too late? The slow burn is burning at a medium heat, so all I ask is a little bit of patience, but if you want to get straight into it, go to chapter X Trigger Warnings * DDLG | BDSM * Physical and mental abuse * extensively written sex scenes Once again, this is a BDSM/DDLG book, if you aren't familiar with those terms, I strongly dissuade from reading With love, Sophie

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𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐨. Rankings: #1 in teacher #1 in bwwm #1 in wmbw #1 in military #1 in french #1 in psychological #2 in nigerian #5 in obsession #7 in possessive #9 in dark romance

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He scoffed, " Ion even be wanting to argue wit you, you just like starting shit." I scrunched up my nose, " Me? Half of the time you're the one starting stuff. It's always you, Miguel." He says nothing, only looking at me as if I had six heads. Sighing Frustratingly, I throw my hands up. " You know what? Forget it." I said, chuckling bitterly. I grab Eudora's jacket from the chair, but he grabbed my wrist. I narrowed my eyes at him. " Let go," I demanded. He shook his head, standing up to his full height. " No, you not goin anywhere." He says in a low voice. " Why? I'm trying to have a conversation with you but it's clear that I'm taking up your time, so I'm done. The only reason I wanted to talk was for the sake of the kids, but you know what? You can go to hell. I can't even believe I agreed to this damn play date anyway, Now let me go." I snapped, pulling at my wrist again. " We not done until I say we are," Miguel said calmly, keeping a firm grip on my wrist. Before I could control myself, My hand reached up and slapped him across the face, the noise echoing off the walls. " Fuck you," I spat. _____________________________________ Previously known as " Take a shot for me" Written in 2022.

With my hand on the knob, I twist it open, but the action was interrupted by his voice echoing off the walls. " Come here," I look over my shoulder, " No, I'm not in the mood for this shit." I hissed. " I wasn't askin. Come. Here." He demanded. I huffed, slamming the door shut and leaning against the door. " What?" He gestures towards the seat, " Sit down." " No, I don't have to do a damn thing." I refused, standing far away from him as possible. I wanted to be nowhere near him. " Sit down or I'll sit you down myself." He warns, glaring at me. ------------ #1 in urban romance #1 in black love #1 in glory to God #1 in bwbm #1 in lotsofdrama

What's more dangerous-the boy who wrecked her, or the man he's become? He's back, dragging their past behind him, setting fire to everything she's rebuilt. Hatred is easy. Walking away? Impossible. ________________ Damn him. Damn him for looking at me like that. For touching me like that. For acting as though he cared, when his actions and words spoke volumes to the contrary. I stop walking. The silence between us stretches, pulling tight, thrumming with something I refuse to name. I turn my head, just enough to catch the shape of him in the dying light. He's still standing there, still watching, like he's waiting. I force my voice to stay steady, to cut through the distance between us with all the venom I have left. "I hate you, Skepta Aldridge."