Eden Maillard never felt important. She grew up on the upper end of the poverty line in southside Chicago to two mundane parents who couldn't bother to keep her under their roof when she came out to them at 17. Now 19 years old, life has seemed under-saturated for as long as she could remember. When Cecilia Belfiore walks into her life, a rich lawyer from the other side of town, the colors of life begin to bloom before her eyes. But Cecilia has a dark habit, one involving chains and leather. And Eden has a dark past, one involving love and loss. ☾ [tw: graphic sex, language, addiction, mentions of abuse]

Brooke is a hardheaded, blunt, champion boxer who hasn't lost a fight and doesn't take no for an answer. when her Bestfriend Evanley brings her to a BDSM club things end turning out wrong. she meets billionaire club owner who's looking for a new sub. will she submit to him? or will he give up everything to submit to her? Don't copy my books!! EXCERPT below!!! I smooth my hands over my dress. He's wearing a black suit with a black tie. He looks... nice... or whatever. Him eye-fucking me is really starting to get under my skin. I grab my backpack that's at the bottom of the stage, I don't plan in staying in these clothes but I'll wear them until I can get a chance to change. I narrow my eyes and approach him in a cautious but bitter manor. He gets the picture because he plasters a triumph smirk on his face. That fucker. "What are you doing here leach" my words are like acid hopefully hinting that I don't want him to be here. "I can't get a hello from my date? You look beautiful" his eyes roam up and down my body and I stiffen. The muscles in my stomach tighten and I swallow the lump in my throat. I agree I do look nice. I'm wearing a cream colored dress that's open in the back. There's a thigh high split that's a little too far up for my liking but its fine. I put my hair up in a ponytail but it looks nice I guess. "So where are we doing this?" I question, ready to get this thing over with. "Dinner sounds good to me, ready baby?" he stretches out his hand which I reluctantly take. He pulls me to him and snakes his hand around my back to clasp my waist. "Your skin is so soft love" he purrs in my ear. "I'm not your baby I'm not your love or whatever other cute names you want to call me, and keep the touching to a minimal" he chuckles and leads me out side to a black Porsche that's waiting for him. So he's got money. I can see where the cockiness comes from.

"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah talk 'bout sound like a fairy tale and mi nuh want yuh feel like me is a problem fi yuh fix," I stated, staring into her eyes. She frowned, deeply. "You need to talk to someone, or me. I am here for you if you need anything." Her voice came out softer than usual. "Rosalia, left that. It nuh concern yuh," I told her. She hissed her teeth and slapped the blunt out of my hand. "Mi try talk to yuh, but if yuh nah go at least try to get help then mi nuh need fi deh here. Stay by yuhself since a that yuh fucking want." She turned and started walking away. // He was abandoned by his parents. Time and time again they let him down, not realizing that each time it was draining him. He isn't the most sentimental guy, probably one of the most nonchalant and controlling people you've ever met. She was sweet and came from what people would call the perfect family. In a short time, she made him indecisive and question himself. Peeled away every armor he had shielding his insecurities. She broke him but stood by him while he rebuilt himself into a better man. The man he always wanted to be. The man he knew she deserved. _______________________________ - Mature Content (18+) - Violence

"Make we keep this professional then, yeah?" I nodded slowly, one hand in my pants pocket. "What?" Her brows creased. "I'll be your tutor and nothing else. Nuh need dis pan a personal level," I explained. Maybe it's for the best. And mi still a convince miself dat cause it still hurt me. Mi vex wid her... Wicked too. Cause she fuck up. She licked her lips and looked down at the desk before saying, "...but that isn't what I want. I have agreed to give you time." Time. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. "Yuh nuh get fi choose that still eno. This is what I want and those are my boundaries. Respect them or find someone else fi tutor yuh, simple." I sighed, scratching my head. Mi just nuh wah di drama and foolishness. Or the back and forth. Cya dweet right now... Or at all. "You...changed," She said, looking at me. "Would'a seh di same bout you too... But change nuh too faze me still..." I shrugged my shoulders. // Liam was once a bright, joyful child until something shattered his world at just nine years old. Whatever happened that year left scars too deep to see, turning smiles into silence and laughter into rage. By fifteen, he was behind bars. Now eighteen, he's out with one last shot: six months to finish high school and finally leave his past behind. He's focused. Detached. Determined to stay invisible - no fights, no friends, no drama. Then he sees her. Kazierah. His childhood crush. His first kiss. The girl he never forgot. ...the one he never stopped loving even when he wanted to. She's changed too. She had more friends and she was more social than he remembered. They never dated, never made it official, but the connection between them always ran deep... too deep to ignore now. And as old feelings resurface, so do old questions - about the past, about that day he was taken away, and about why their paths are crossing again now, after everything. Some stories never really end. They wait. And this one is just beginning.

In Jamaica, love is never innocent. It is inherited, traded, bought, buried, and sometimes-weaponized. From the zinc-fenced lanes where hunger sharpens ambition, to the hilltop mansions where legacies rot behind marble gates, power moves quietly. Money whispers. Bloodlines decide futures long before hearts get a say. And the people who rise fastest are rarely the ones who play fair. This is a country where uptown smiles are rehearsed, ghetto loyalty is lethal, and desire doesn't ask permission. Where women learn early that softness is a liability, and men confuse ownership with love. Where bodies are currencies, secrets are shields, and survival often looks like sin. At the center of it all is a love story that was never meant to be tender. Only consuming. Only dangerous. Only inevitable. Wicked Love is not about happily-ever-after. It is about what happens when ambition falls in love with hunger... when class collides with obsession... when two people mistake control for devotion and call it destiny. This is a story of wealth built on silence. Of women who refuse to stay small. Of men who learn too late that power does not equal possession. Welcome to the space between ghetto and uptown- where love is wicked, loyalty is costly, and everything beautiful comes with blood on it.

"Fuck wrong wid unnu?" Tego mumbles and then I hear him sniffle. I look around to see his head down and his fingers playing with his eyes. Emotional bad man to rass. I walk over to him and he looks up at me with his eyes full of water. "What's wrong with you?" He shakes his head but still answers me. "I- We protected you guys and she's being such a bitch about it." He sits up straight and wipes the few tears that fell while he was speaking. "We sensed the danger and dealt with it so why aren't you guys appreciative of that?" He's staring intently at me. "That's why I know I shouldn't get to know you but I've already started." He smiles and walks over to me then pulls me in a hug. "But fuck it." He smiles against my cheek. Emotional bad man? Emotional mad man this. *** Emotions run high and love no knows boundaries. Follow Jade and Tego as they navigate a complex web of danger and desire in this compelling tale of loyalty and passion. Trust is tested, alliances shift, and emotions simmer in the heat of the city's underworld. Will their love survive? Find out in this gripping tale of love and loyalty. #1 Scam (Highest recorded rating) *Book will be reviewed and edited once completed. (maybe lol)

ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴜᴍᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ?

"Why do you keep staring?" She shifted uncomfortably, tucking the loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Just observing." I smirked to myself. "There is not that much to see," She said, brushing her face with the back of her hand. Cute... So innocent and polite. If only she could read my mind, to have the slightest idea of the things I could do to her. The things I wanted to do to her. Jah know. All I could think about was how much I want to fuck her. It doesn't have to be permanent but I want to. To see what she's like when she's loose. Wah know if she have a sexy pleasure face...or sound as sexy as she looks. Mi wah know what it takes to push her to her limit. I want to know what turns her on. I want to break her...ruin her, even. ~ A chance encounter between Jardani, a 22-year-old Harvard student from Jamaica, and Gabriella, a 20-year-old Afro-Puerto Rican waitress, sets off a chain reaction of passion and self-discovery. Jardani, still reeling from a past love he let go, finds himself drawn to Gabriella's innocence and resilience. As they navigate their whirlwind romance, Jardani must confront his past mistakes and confront the uncertainty of their future together. Can Gabriella trust a man who has loved and lost before, or will his past lies, deception and betrayal define their relationship?

Raised in the church with both her parents as pastors Bria Tomlinson is your ordinary soft and sweet church girl . She focuses on her books, adheres to her parents rules and guidelines and excels in whatever she chooses to do . She isn't interested in partying, dating or any form of slackness as her parents calls it and is determined to make something of herself and make her parents proud but, temptation can be hard to handle especially if it's looking you in the eyes every Sunday morning. Sick and beyond any form of redemption Caius Romanov decides to attend church one Sunday morning. They say when life throws you lemons you make lemonade right? From the moment he laid his eyes on her , Caius is determined to break her , to strip away her innocent outer layers and reveals what lies beneath and he always gets what he wants no matter the cost. The mind of a dark and utterly twisted psychopath, and a girl who believes she can resist temptation, comes together in a steamy heated and utterly dangerous dark romance that will leave you reconsidering how far is too far when it comes to obsession?

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.