Please tell me you have this seat pushed back for another reason" I climbed into the car and slammed the door shut. "I don't know you tell me" he repsonded and I give him a disgusted look. "Ain't no way you letting me sit in the seat you banged a bitch in" I cant "It's clean and you acting like you never had car sex before" he chuckled. More like none I stayed quiet and his eyes were on me. "Wait...you're a virgin" his eyes slightly widened like it was a shock to him. "Stay out of my business" I mugged him and fixed the seat. "With a face and body like that no doubt I would smash" he looked me up and down. "Except you ain't never gonna get a piece of this" I glide my hand down my chest with a smug look on my face. "We'll see"

𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙖? 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙢𝙢!! ━━ "Anyways y'all I'm bouta hop off cause I'm so mother fucking hungry that I would eat pork right now" I swiped off Instagram and turned off my phone. Mir moved to go lean on the counter and I fixed my position so I could see his face "I can ask you some?" Nodding my head I waited for him go say something "you love a nigga for real?" Shit do I lie? Pretend as if it's a joke and I'm playing? Laugh it off? Try act like I couldn't hear him? No hablo inglés? Or just keep smiling? Or tell the truth? I'm sure any will work. ━━ y'all the book is unedited!! ranks 🦋 #1 hoodlovestory #1 clingy #1 blackcouples #1 thuglife #1 smutmaybe #2 hoodlove #2 urbanstory #3 shortstory #3 crazylovestory #3 newyork #4 urbanfiction #4 thuglove #5 lovestory #5 urbanromance #6 possessive #8 hoodromance

𝙀𝙉𝘼𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀𝘿 ; 𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

𝚆𝙷𝚈 𝙳𝙾 𝙸 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚃𝚈𝙿𝙴-𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙺𝙴 @𝚗𝚒𝚢𝚊𝚊𝚍𝚐𝚊𝚏𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜💕🦋

"Mr. Harnavel, I have chosen Lily to be my wife. I trust this arrangement is acceptable for your family. As for your eldest daughter - whatever her name was - I'll keep her as my mistress. You have twenty-four hours to prepare them. Tomorrow, Rook will arrive to escort them both." said Daimen with authority..... ----------- WARNING🌼 This is not a fairytale. This story contains dark romance, mafia themes, obsession, power imbalance, violence, emotional manipulation, and morally corrupt characters. Some scenes may be triggering or uncomfortable for certain readers. The male lead is not written to be a perfect man - he is dangerous, flawed, and capable of terrible things. Please read responsibly.

"I'm not a man of many words... солнышко," he said softly, the Russian endearment curling off his tongue like smoke-sweet, but choking. "Come closer." She hesitated, her body trembling, tears spilling soundlessly down her cheeks. He watched her, the way fear made her small, fragile-beautiful in a broken way. She rose, slow as a confession, and walked to him because something in his smile promised shelter and tasted like a lie. He leaned in, close enough to feel his breath, and I saw the patient cruelty behind his eyes. "Now," he murmured, his voice turning colder, heavier, "tell me... what did you do to make me want to cut your leg?" The room went still, except for her quiet gasps. He tilted his head, studying her face as if searching for the moment she would break. ............................................................... Linda finally gets her big break - a visa sponsorship job at the Lincoln Foundation. She's placed with the Adams family, a kind couple who welcome her with open arms and treat her like the daughter they never had. Their home is beautiful, their hearts warm, and for the first time, Linda feels a sense of belonging. But everything changes the night of a business party hosted by Mr. Adams. There, she meets Arseny - and from that moment, her dream life slowly turns into a haunting nightmare.

Rudra's grip tightened just enough to steal her breath, and Priya's tears came without permission. The sting on her cheek wasn't visible, but it burned with humiliation and fear. Her sobs filled the space as he backed her into the wall, leaving her nowhere to run. His presence closed in, heavy and suffocating, trapping her between cold stone and his control. She trembled there, broken by how helpless she felt-and how he ruined her.

Aamani Lalowa was born in the shadows of New Orleans. A gorgeous woman who fought her way out of violence and abandonment to become one of Manhattan's most promising prosecutors. Archie "Archibald" Walker was born into New York power. Old money, elite education, and a reputation as the city's most feared criminal defense attorney. Charming in public. Psychologically unhinged in private. A master manipulator. Their lives collide in one of the most televised, nationally explosive cases New York has ever seen, and the clash sparks something far darker than rivalry. A dangerous attraction. Twisted interest. But only on one side. Because while Aamani tries to keep her distance, Archie becomes intensely-dangerously-obsessed. An infatuation that evolves into a dark romance with no intention of ever letting her go. Not in this life. Not in any. He is not a good man. And when Aamani realizes she has crossed her moral lines and fallen directly into his trap, she faces a truth far more terrifying than the case itself: Archie Walker doesn't want justice. He wants her. Completely. In the most darkest primal way... Surviving him may cost her everything-even her life. • ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ-ʜᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍꜱ, ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏꜱ.

This is the story of a common Housewife.Who struggles in her in law's house with a never ending saga of her patience and struggles. But she never leaves the hope of her life. Her journey from small girl to a married lady. This is my first story . Please support me.❤️

This is Book 2 in the series. Book one being "My Mistake". I'd recommend reading that book first but it's not absolutely necessary. I thought I knew what love would feel like. I'd been dreaming of it for so long. I've spent my whole life fighting to be chosen. Chosen by a family. Chosen by a future. Chosen by someone who sees me as more than the girl who was left behind. So when Marcus walked into my life; attractive, attentive, and impossibly put together. It felt like stepping into a world where I was finally the center of something beautiful. I started spending less time at home, but that's normal when you're in love. I started checking my phone more in class, but that's what you do when someone misses you. I started apologizing more, but relationships take work. He just wanted what was best for me. He liked my nails a certain way because it looked elegant. He answered questions for me because he knew me so well. He didn't like when I walked away from him because he was afraid to lose me. He didn't like my friends because he wanted all my time. He didn't like when I chose other people over him, but he's my boyfriend. That's fair. He said love is about choosing each other first. And I wanted to be the kind of girl who was good at love. So I did choose him. Over my friends. Over my family. Over the life I had built. He didn't ask for much, but he gave me so much. So I let him pick my nail color. I let him speak for me. It was easier that way. He was happier that way. And when he's happy, he's so soft. So sweet. So proud of me. Like I've done something right. When Marcus is happy, his hold is gentle, not punishing. When Marcus is happy his presence comforts me, it doesn't scare me. When Marcus is happy, he doesn't hurt me. When Marcus is happy, I can be happy. I thought this was going to be a love story, but it's not. This is My Story.