♤♤ MATURE CONTENT warning ♤♤ • • • He's charming. He's handsome, hot as f*ck, talented, charismatic. People hang on to his every word. A bachelor, stone cold businessman and a man of very few words. A whole package that's definitely way out of her league...should be out of her league yet...why does he seem to be purposely appearing before her everyday as the days go by. Why the hell did this upper echelon businessman suddenly appear inside her complex and how the absolute f*ck was he able to make the hairs on her neck rise and her legs clench whenever she just so happens to coincidentally brush past him on those fleeting days. Sophia thought she had it all figured out, that was until that fateful day. Two paths that were certainly never meant to collide had crashed into each other in the most unexpected of ways. The product of this fateful encounter? A man whose interest could border on obsession and a woman who's hellbent on ignoring and avoiding the man who is solely responsible for making her feel these weird and uncontrollable urges. ■ | ♧ |Status: ongoing | ♧ |Updates: on weekends ● (Also this is a first unedited draft so there might be errors) Lovely cover by Denise~ ■

Tamika Ogechukwu finally attends the dreaded high school reunion and encounters a mysterious man who changes her life forever. ***** At twenty eight, the troublesome Tamika Ogechukwu was in debt, struggling to pay bills and provide for her family . Life was unfair. Haunted by her past and far from being conventionally beautiful and feminine, she's never known love or been intimate with a man, so when she attends a high school reunion intending to ruffle some feathers, she didn't expect to catch the eye of a young man who was anything but ordinary. He makes her feel things she's never felt before and want things she's never thought of. He's mysterious. He was unlike any man she's ever known. But being with a man like Charming comes at a price. NOTE: use of pidgin english, contains some matured/sensitive scenes.

"You talk too much for my liking". "And yet, here you are, listening". . They were once everything to each other- until time, distance, and silence turned them into strangers. Now, they're nothing alike. Two strangers with distaste towards each other. One is fire. The other, ice. But the sparks between them? Unmistakable and Unavoidable. They clash. They burn. And yet, something keeps pulling them back, something buried beneath forgotten memories and words never said. It was supposed to be hate. But hate was never meant to feel like this. They were never supposed to meet. Never supposed to care. But the past has a way of finding its way home - even when it's been forgotten. What happens when two people who were once everything to each other... become strangers again? Started- 10th July, 2025 Ended- 21st December, 2025 ✨ Most impressive ranking ✨

I don't know what it was about her but when our eyes locked I felt the overwhelming need to defend and protect her from the harsh realities of the world. Her warm brown eyes which were glazed with unshed tears pulled on my heartstrings and that feeling was foreign to me. When I glanced back at her retreating form, she looked drained and not just from the previous incident but from life itself. I wanted so badly to be the one to comfort her and bring her peace. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Meet Noah Wilson A Nigerian-American doctor with an Italian heritage in the mix. He is smart, kind, caring and loves been helpful to other. He is also on the quiet side and prefers to observe situations which makes him intriguing to his female colleagues and his looks is a very big bonus. Meet Ijeoma Ezenwa A full blooded Nigerian girl with a lot of problems on her plate. Being a single parent, she spends most of her time working to put food on the plates of that of her and her daughter. All she wants is to keep her child safe and survive the atrocities of life. Tap that + button to go along with them on their journey of Love. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Book Two of The World Series

#4 in tas #1 in Abeokuta Dedicated to all Africans who are depressed and suffer PTSD. How exactly do you explain to an African parent that you need help? Do Africans even care about the state of their mental health? How do I tell others how I feel or about my nightmares without them thinking I'm mentally unstable? Everywhere, "seek help." How exactly? All these questions bother me so much that they give me problems. Even if he agrees that I need help, everyone would see me as a psychiatric patient, as the mentally unstable girl. "I keep blaming myself for all that has happened. I mean, how could I not have seen it coming? She was practically my best friend and close to me. If only I had opened my eyes wide enough and looked closer, I would have known and probably done something. We had a fight, we didn't settle it. Before I knew it, she was gone. It upsets me more. This has been haunting me for over a year. Can I ever be normal?" #39 in stereotype #62 in insomnia #82 in singleparent #568 in nightmares #72 in African #2 in tcs #16 in secondaryschool #111 in Nigerian #28 in Yoruba #7 in middleclass On 19 September, 2020

"I don't like seeing Samuel around you, Binye." He said, his tone reeked of possession and the anger he felt was fueled by her indifference to the situation. His eyes held a pleading look within them and Binye felt forced to look away quickly, the look in his eyes evoked an emotion that she couldn't seem to understand. "We were just talking Jay. Relax." She said trying to diffuse the situation by offering him the first cookie out of the package she had just opened. "I'd only calm down if you fed that to me." He responded with a lazy smirk, his hair wet from sweat and stuck to his forehead, eyes glittering from underneath them. She could literally feel his breath on her face, he smelt of Axe and perspiration. Slowly, she stretched out her arm to place the cookie in his mouth, her heart skipped a bit the moment she felt his tongue on the tip of her finger as they maintained eye contact while he grabbed the cookie with his teeth. "Nawa oh, the sexual tension here is choking guys!" A voice said and they both snapped out of their intimate moment.

Mila Wilson is quiet, anxious and a little bit of a mess. Panic attacks have ruled her life for as long as she can remember - but starting college is her chance to take control. Love? Not something she believes she's built for. Then she meets Jace Evans. Dark, tattooed, and dangerously intriguing, he's the kind of person Mila avoids at all costs. But Jace doesn't scare easily - he sees straight through her walls and he's not about to let her hide. "If you're so worried about my scary, dangerous self, why don't you get to know me? I dare you," he says, leaning in her doorway with a smirk. Mila knows she should walk away. She also know she won't. This is a story for everyone who's ever felt different. And for anyone brave enough to be. Best rankings: #1 in #emotional #2 in #slowburn #3 in #newadult #3 in #tattoos #3 in #friendship #4 in #adultromance #6 in #secrets #6 in #badboylovestory

WATTY AWARD WINNER Completed • First Draft - not edited. A Good Girl's Guide To Being Naughty • • • Ivy Collins is a normal 21 y/o woman. Except for the fact she's a virgin ... or at least she was until she had sex with her university rivals hockey captain. After a quick (devastatingly quick) night with the man and being called a lousy lay, Ivy made a promise to herself that she wouldn't do it again ... sex that is. Who needs sex when all it brought was insecurities and more, and it wasn't even that good to begin with. Enter Asher Hudson, Ice Hockey captain, her brothers best friend and her best friends brother - triple trifecta of why she shouldn't get involved with him. But when he overhears a conversation Ivy has with her best friend, he gives her an offer she can't refuse. Well, she can, and she should, but why would she want to? Three months, she helps him with his grades, and he'll help her with her sex life. Only one rule, don't fall in love. Easy, right? He'll teach her everything she wants to know, and show her that sex can be fun, you just have to know how to do it right. And Ivy should refuse, after all he's the Ice Hockey captain, her brother's best friend and her best friend's brother - but what's the fun in that. Ivy knows she should say no, but she won't. And she won't fall in love, she can't.

"Our love was a case we both lost." When a brilliant lawyer and her ruthless prosecutor husband turn their marriage into the most brutal case they've ever fought, love becomes the one verdict neither of them can win-or walk away from. *** Naomi Carter is a fiercely intelligent lawyer with a near-perfect winning streak of 97% cases won. The only times she ever loses is to her husband. She's sharp, controlled, and commanding in the courtroom, but behind closed doors, she hides a woman who's never truly learned how to love. Nathaniel Carter is a ruthless prosecutor, relentless in his pursuit of justice, and impossible to read. Driven by a fierce need for control, he struggles to keep his own life from unraveling. He's the one man who knows his wife's weaknesses and exploits them with a quiet intensity, stirring both her frustration and desire. Their marriage is a constant battleground, scarred by a shared tragedy neither can overcome. Join these two broken souls as they fight to protect themselves while craving the one thing they fear most: each other. *** #1 in bwwm #1 in eroticromance #1 in blackwoman #1 in enemies #1 in grief #1 in childloss #1 in pregnancy #1 in brokenmarriage #1 in loverstoenemies #1 in darkromance #2 in mentalhealth #2 in enemiestolovers #1 in romance

"Look at me.Get a real good look. Because that's all you'll ever get." I blew the smoke from his blunt right back into his face...slow, deliberate, sweet little smirk curving my mouth...and then lowered myself onto his lap. His jaw flexed. Hard. Eyes burning into mine like he wanted to snap my neck. Cute. I leaned in until my lips almost brushed his, my voice low and sugary, the kind of soft that slices deeper than yelling ever could. "I don't give a fuck who you are... what you do... what you own..." My gaze dropped to his holster. "...or that little toy gun you carry around like an accessory." His brows tightened-just a twitch-but it was enough to make me smile wider. I dragged a single nail down his chest, slow. Then whispered in his ear: "It'll be a cold day in hell, Mr. Grey...before I ever allow you to fuck me."