𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. -

When a suburban Black girl meets a hard life Hispanic boy.

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

Nobody ever thinks of the palace guards. The ones standing around the castle, ready to protect all those in it. Nikkol just happens to be one of these guards, and finds himself sick of standing there waiting for something to happen. Until something does. Something that poses a threat to nobody but Nikkol himself. The threats name: Prince Setial.

"You trust me?" he asked, eyes turning soft once they made contact. "Maj, I-I-" "I said do you trust me, Lucky?" he repeated, voice hard. "...yes," she breathed out, and his next words came without hesitation, sending a chill down her spine. "Then shoot."

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶

"𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘." - - most impressive ranking📌 #10 in hood - - #3 in hood romance #3 in urban romance #4 in black love #12 in urban

A bodyguard, a girl with a smart mouth, and lots of tension.

"I thought we agreed on a mutual day of rest?" His large body was within inches of hers, their chests brushing with each breath. "Who ordered the hit?" He growled out and Omisha rolled her eyes. It was an unspoken rule to carry that kind of information to your grave- a rule she was certain Thorn knew. "And here I was thinking you were sort of smart." She remarked as she pressed the auto start button on her key fob. Thorn's hand roughly grabbed her arm and pushed her against her car, her fresh sutures protesting. "Look, if we're not fucking you have to stop man handling me." She groaned as his grip tightened effectively pushing her wound tighter against the car. "Would you be serious for two seconds?" He growled as he angrily searched her eyes for an ounce of information. ------ When an assassin's next hit is a widely feared hitman you'd expect plenty of bloodshed not a toxic romance. *Warning very graphic scenes of violence, death and sex* Full description inside!

BIG DISCLAIMER: I wrote this book when I was a CHILD. The MC's are underage. If it makes you uncomfortable, please DO NOT read. This book is still up due to it being a comfort book, outside the smut. It touches on mental health and can be relatable. PLEASE, THIS IS A WARNING! THEY ARE UNDERAGE. "let me tell you something, darling. you've unlocked a side of me, even I fear. but since you want to keep me up all night, challenging me, he's gonna show up at some point." Mateo whispers, huskily into my ear, gripping my neck. "what are you talking about?" I whisper. "like how I show no mercy when killing someone. I can also show no mercy in bed. you're not sensitive, so you should be able to take the degrading. right, Tesoro?" he asks, i nod. "you know it's not true though. you know I love and cherish you, beautiful," he says slowly. "right?" "mhm." I nod. Mateo slowly starts speeding up his thumb, on my clit. "right. now I know, my Tesoro isn't so vanilla and innocent. So tell me, love. do you have any kinks?" the question catches me off guard. do I? "ya," I mumble. "I want you to list them," he whispers, I can hear the smirk on his face. "bondage, CNC- shit- dirty talk, uh-um, choking, degrading, stimulation. fuck i can't think," I mumble. "you've said my favourites, but have you ever heard of darcyphilia?" he asks, slowly entering his finger again. "n-no." I stutter. "well, I want to fuck you, overstimulate you, edge you, until you're in tears, chanting your safe word." _________________________________ ⚠️ I WON'T CONSIDER THIS BDSM, BUT IT DOES CONTAIN HEAVY SMUT⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK DOES NOT PROMOTE TEEN PREGNANCY⚠️ ⚠️EVERYTHING OTHER THEN THE MAFIA CULTURE AND RACIAL CULTURES ARE FICTION⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK IS CONSIDERED 18+ BUT IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT... I AIN'T YOUR PARENT. BUT DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU⚠️ ⚠️YES THE GIRL IS ON BIRTH CONTROL FROM THE GET-GO⚠️