Angel Morenos doesn't expect much once he joins the family business of real estate, other than money, of course. When his father orders him to scope the surroundings of Louisiana, he somehow finds himself in the priesthood (while being the furthest thing from a saint.) All it takes is one confession from that one woman's deep honeyed voice; her admission of the greatest sin falls on deaf ears because the want building up inside of him is far too loud. Plus, he has a thing for crazy girls. When she shows up to his place with jambalaya and a terrible attitude, he realizes he might actually hate her. But what is hate, if not love in denial?

[Please read tags!!] "From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says, I survived." - Craig Scott --- The cold floor contrasted the warm body laid against her own. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she leaned up to connect their lips once more. A sizzling heat spread across her body as he dipped down to softly kiss down her neck. "I-i," he stopped with a huff that tickled her neck, "kinda hoped I wouldn't stutter." Jocelyn couldn't help but chuckle, her right hand holding the back of his head. "It's okay, baby. It's honestly cute." "Well I'm not exactly trying to be cute right now." - - - (Slow Burn) *Full description inside*

[-] "He saw all the stars in the solar system in her eyes." ••••••• Delani Taylor is the type of girl who wears silk ribbons in her hair and sketches anything and everything. She's blunt and straightforward; except for when comes to her feeling about her best friend. The sweetest boy who could always make the most trouble, and always listens to one person; his best friend. August Beckham had many happy places the stars, the hidden field of flowers behind the school, but most importantly; his best friend. ••••••• "Delani, Imma cum." I grit through my teeth. It was at the point I had to close my eyes because if I continues to watch at her ride me I would cum in a matter of seconds. "Can you hold it for me? I'm almost there baby, I promise." She saids through shallow breaths. My legs start to tremor as I threw my head back against the comforter when I feel her tighten around me, "Fuck I-" I felt a tinge of embarrassment when my words turn into a whimper. "You're doing so good, August. So fucking good." She moans. ••••••• Book Two of the Beloved Series Can be my read as a stand alone. 6/16/22- 1/1/23

≛ 𝟱𝙏𝙃 𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙍 ≛ 𝖀𝖕 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊, 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓... In which her new neighbour is the object of her wet dreams. ❦ ❦ ❦ Sleepless nights leave more time for the mind to wander to imaginable places, though Rainbow's seemed to have landed somewhere beyond her neighbor's trousers.... What goes down on the 5th floor, stays on the 5th floor, though he's one to bring to the 7th heaven to you. ❦ ❦ ❦ Inspired by the song 'Up Late' by Ari Lennox. ✱ I do NOT own any image or music displayed in this book, all rights go to owner. © bunnygirlsenpaistwin

In the winding streets of the Persian Empire, a poor girl is chosen to become the third prince's concubine. Aliya Farhad has no interest in the lofty ideas of the palace, the staff, or her lover. Prince Cairo has all the interest in his blue-eyed Arabic mistress. But things change when Aliya realizes that the prince is gaining power - and not in a political sense. After all, it's quite a strange sight to see one's lover gaining cosmic power from a tiny oil lamp. *** A 1001 Nights and Aladdin Retelling.

❝ all hail the queen ❞ Sahar Al-Abadi spelt heartbreak. She had men and women falling to her feet like dominoes only for their hearts to be effortlessly crushed beneath her red soled stilettos. Unrepentant. She was a femme fatale, and tangling words into a mesh of lies was second nature. Sitting comfortably in her seat as a B-lister, content with living half in the limelight and half in the shadows, her dark sins remaining veiled up until king Ezekiel Alderige tries to make her his queen. Only, he doesn't know he's working towards his own fall. previously known as ashes to ashes. © 2019 scribblingwhitelies

November has had one heck of a life from psychotic ex boyfriends to backstabbing class mates, she thought she's never make it out, that was until her family decided to move to Palms Spring, home to the hot beaches and even hotter boys. Maybe, just maybe she can finally live out her dream life, let's just hope her past doesn't catch up to her.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

"If love could talk, hearts would never break." In which murder is mistaken for mercy, and love is mistaken for lies. #1 - madlove / psychopath #3 - insanity

❝We're meant to be end-game❞ THIS IS NOT A LOVE STORY; THIS IS A TRAGEDY. ♡ Nora thinks she is living out her dream. So why does it feel like such a nightmare? Nora loves Oliver. Oliver loves Nora. It's meant to be simple. But with Oliver's old habits beginning to unveil themselves once more, Nora's life begins to spiral again. Is living her dream life worth sacrificing her happiness? ♡ Book #2 of the Opulence series ♡ Can be read as stand alone but I STRONGLY recommend reading Opulent Glory first!