Filled with street smarts and book smarts, Arianna Lincoln reached her dream of owning her own restaurant. Reaching the dream of finding love, she's not that lucky in that department. What she definitely didn't expect was falling for her best friend's older brother in the most terrifying way. Being browbeaten to protect his little brother's best friend has been the most reckless thing Raizon Delacourde has ever done in all his years as a Mafia Boss. Pinpointing the new threats to his family and keeping his businesses afloat were his simple worries. Protecting his heart and mind from the smart mouthed ebony princess was never on his to -do list. March 13th 2019: Ranked #1 in Black Girl Magic

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞" 𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙆 1

𝐁𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙆 2

"𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞." 𝘽𝙊𝙊𝙆 3

"𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲" "𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 ..."

NOTICE (August 24, 2024): Kings of Hawkings has been updated and revamped! [COMPLETED] When Jonas Spencer was a junior in high school, he had everything in the palm of his hand. He was an Elite at the prodigious St. Vincent's Prep School, co-captain of the track team, and had the perfect girlfriend. Popularity was King, and he held the crown. But the facade broke too easily and the once popular teen loses everything when he is deemed violent and toxic. He now reluctantly holds the title "Wolf". No longer welcomed at St. Vincent's, Jonas leaves everything behind and joins St. Vincent's rival, Hawkings School for Boys. A violent school where your ranking is determined by your fighting skills. Five Kings sit on the top of the totem pole, including the silver-haired Hugh Richards, the Mad Dog King. Will Jonas find his place amongst the Kings and take up a new crown? Will Hugh be able to break through the many walls around Jonas's heart? **Warning** Violence, strong language, and some sexual content.

They assigned Milo to do one job. One job, doing the things he wants most in life. Little did he know that this one job would challenge the way he views his life. Stauch codes have dictated how Milo Eaton has carried himself since a childhood tragedy led to a path of despair. The codes made him the man that he always wanted to be in a short timeframe. Yet, when faced with his opposite, he finds himself in an unforeseen predicament. On one side he has the world he had worked so hard to build. On the other is a world filled with danger, fear, and excitement. Which will he choose?

Blue is a 21 year old car thief. His life was going as normal. He'd drink a small slushy from the gas station and wait. Wait to see the perfect car roll into the parking lot. The fateful day in November was like no other. Well, that was until Blue ended up kidnapping a child and leaving the state. It isn't until the strange and confusing Santiago Vicario pops back into his life that things start to look up. For both him and Milo. "Looking through the peephole I saw what could be described as my worst fear. Santiago Vicario."

"𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵' 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮"

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.