I opened the door only to see dozens of police cars in front of the house and that terrifying black truck. I quickly closed the door and looked at the three of them. Rebecca turned and looked at her son and husband. "I had to call. If they traced her back to us they could kill us." Derrek said looking at his mother. "Ahsha if you come out now no one will be hurt. You have my word." I heard him speak with ease. I looked down at Nasir and I knew I couldn't go on the run with an infant. I couldn't let Rebecca or her family get hurt because of me. I sighed kissing Nasir forehead before opening the door. "Ahsha?" I glanced back at Rebecca. "We'll be okay," I said giving her a reassuring nod before stepping outside to face the man who against my better judgment still held my heart. He walked towards me stopping just a few feet in front of me. He stared into my eyes and I watched as they shifted between green and black before they rested on black.

Young and scarred mother, Deene, gives love a chance when she is introduced to seductive and secretive Caleb who opens her up to the possibility of new beginnings. - Previously titled "The Promises ×", being rewritten as of April 2024

A dead woman walking would make anyone do a double take. She never thought she would see him again. He never thought she could have survived. More questions left than answers Jada and Alessio must finally work together. Nothing was right in the world without Jada in it and now nothing was right with her in it either. Book Excerpt: "Where are you trying to take me? You snagged us up, but where are we going," She asked pointedly. "To my grandparent's home." "That's a terrible idea. We need a safe place to go, not somewhere so obvious." "My grandfather knows important people. Trust me, he's the safest place in Italy we could be." "No, I won't just blindly follow your lead. I won't risk my sons life on something like that." "And where would you go? How would you be any safer? If it wasn't for me, our son would be long gone. You have no resources. You have nothing. Somehow, I am the bad guy!" "Yes you're the fucking bad guy, you can't trip me into marriage and then put me through hell as I tried my best to survive. You're the bad guy because I never agree to be with a criminal master mind or whatever you do. I have no idea. I don't know anything about you. I was cheated on and lied to just as much. Don't go blaming your hurt feelings all on me. You started this. You are the reason. I'm finally reacting to the way you treated me! I was delusional, scared, and confused. You isolated me from my people. I wasn't okay. I've been ripped from the life I knew!" [In Progress 4/19/24- ] Rankings #118 Man #44 deathandlife #5 lovetragedy

"Enzo, this is wrong. I love, Andrew...I can't do this to him," I muttered, trying my hardest to resist my urges. "He doesn't have to know," Enzo whispered, biting my ear. His hand trailed down my body, stopping at my already damp panties, "Besides, he doesn't touch you the way I do. Does he?" "No...he doesn't." I admitted, despite myself. "Exactly," he said, pulling me into a deep kiss and I knew. I knew I couldn't resist him any longer. X 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 In which a married woman meets a ruthless mafia boss who develops a dangerous obsession for her, his flower. Rankings: #1 forcedlove #1 cartel #1 dominate #1 illegal #2 abusivecontent #2 captive #3 cruel #3 abducted #4 ruthless #4 darkthemes

Insert from story "You have kind eyes." He said, holding my gaze. "You look innocent." That was on purpose. "Are you ever going to tell me your name?" He asked as he started to clean my foot. "I already did. It's Heather." "Heather." He said, keeping his voice even. "Yes, Heather Dean." He just chuckled, like he didn't believe me. "Why do I get the impression that you think I'm lying?" I asked. "Because of how you respond every time I called you that." Oh...Crap, that wasn't good. "You haven't shared your name either." I pointed out. "I'm waiting." He answered simply. "For what?" "For you to tell me the truth." He looked back up at me. "It only seems fair right?" "It would only seem fair if I was lying." He looked at me for awhile before saying, "So, you're going to stick to that story, huh? All right. Well, when you're ready to be honest, I'll share my name." He had a point but....I still needed to be careful. Yes, he had been kind but that still wasn't reason enough for me to trust him just yet.

*COMPLETED AND EDITED* "I stand straight up and turn around and he's so close I can feel the heat from his body warming mine. I look up at him and say "you scared me a little" softly. I feel Andreas place his hands on my hips and we're so close it's actually making my heart beat so fast. "Andre-" I start to say. "Shhh schätzchen" he says softly in his thick accent. I stand completely stuck looking up at him. I couldn't stop thinking about how good he looked and how close we were. "I really want to kiss you" I hear him say as he stares down at my lips. " Naomi Johnson, Nomi for short, is a young college girl interested in becoming an Interior Designer for a big firm in the city. Everything in her life is going smoothly until her boyfriend of six months asks her to meet his parents. After the initial butterflies of meeting his parents subside, Naomi is faced with another problem. It seems as if her boyfriend's father, a well to do artist in the city, has an interest in her, and not one of conventional means. Worst of all, she finds herself attracted to him as well, and let's just say it's not due to him being an artist. Will Naomi be able to resist temptation? Or will she give in to the strong, mysterious man? Even though he is most certainly forbidden.

Nneka has never been in love before, but everything changed on a trip to Spain. Now Nneka suddenly finds herself with four suitors who all claim to be her soulmates reincarnated in the present time. Overwhelmed with it all, there's only one thing she can do. She has to make a decision. ---- Novel

Daniel Black is the strongest werewolf that has ever existed. He's rich, a panty dropper, ruthless and strong. What else could you look for in a man? Besides the fact that he's extremely kinky. Victoria Nichols is an independent, black woman who has overcome a lot in life. She escaped her abusive adoptive family to live a better life. During one of her shifts at work, she meets a man by the name of Daniel Black, and ever since that day, he has been desperate to get her into his life. Read to find out the journey it takes for two opposites to attract. A werewolf and a woman. A bland sex life compared to a Dominant in the bedroom.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.