They say "curiosity killed the cat". I say "naivety killed the flower".

All it takes is one shared glance to win over his intrigue, one touch to draw him in, and your love to win his obsession...

Interpol agent, Melissa Dlamini is playing wicked games with the wrong man. Forced to go undercover and bring down the Mafia king himself. Her bosses throw her to the wolves only for the wolves to chew her up and spit her out. A traumatic experience has her losing her job, virtue and nearly her sanity yet the devil isn't done with her. A threat hangs above her head, it is either she is hunted and killed by Interpol or Seith Rosewood himself. Snippet: " I will hold you when I want to, I will fuck you when I want to, whichever way I want to because you are mine, my whore. I paid for you, didn't I?" " Fuck you, you son of a bitch, you rapist!" I shouted back, hoping my words would cut him in half while I watch him bleed, hoping he would drop dead just where he was so I could dance over his corpse. Formally titled 'ESPIONAGE' Mature content.

"Okay okay, you're right. I want you to be safe so you can come back home to me every night Mr. Hlatshwayo"- I say leaning in. He feeds into it, men are so easy to manipulate... "So can I keep it?"-Him "Hell no! find security, there is no way you keeping that thing next to me. It's so freaking hard even, I can feel it from here"-Me "Oh that's not my gun Mrs. Hlatshwayo. Someones just really excited to see you"-He chuckles. Naughty! He smears me on the bed and settles in between my legs. "Please be gentle"- I whisper. He listens.

Polygamy-With a twist!

My Father's Best Friend. Me:"There's nothing special about me Nipho"He smiled and I realized that I've just called him with some nickname. Ohk Nosibusiso Nhla:"Nonsense, you're Special Nosi. More than you think and I..."He looked at me for a while and I held that glare until I couldn't take it anymore so my eyes ran around the room Nhla:"I'm glad you're part of us,I mean you're my friend's daughter"Yeah! That means a lot Me:"I...I guess then"I shrugged my shoulders. Did I tell you on how much this guy is making me so nervous? I wouldn't mind kissing him right now Nhla:"Know what? You'll tell me about yourself some other time" Me:"Would that be appropriate? Having you being my father's best friend?" Nhla:"There's nothing wrong with knowing my friend's daughter, I mean... It will also mean I'm your Uncle" Me:"Yeah I get it, I'll tell you some other time then"I say making my way up but before I can even take another step he called out for me Nhla:"Nosi, stop day dreaming about me "I looked at him shocked Me:"W..What do you mean?"I stutter Nhla:"I'm not blind Nosi but y.. you're my friend's daughter and looking at me like that is inappropriate"I smiled making my way up. Update:Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

A beautiful dark twisted fantasy. This story contains strong language, explicit content, and violence. Not suitable for readers under the age of 18, and sensitive viewers.

"You no tell this girl that I said, I want no relations with a darkie?" She spat to me, making my eyes go wide. What? I thought to myself and Gio tried pulling me away but I snatched away from him, knowing I heard right this time. "Wait, what?" I spoke out loud and Gi grabbed me roughly, trying to pull me away again. "Why you saying these things? She's beautiful." I heard his abuelita sticking up for me as she stood to her feet and all the guys began to as well, telling their mom that she was wrong for what she was doing. "That puta heard me." She spat, pointing her finger at me. "You're too dark." She held up a brown paper bag that she was drinking her beer out of. "You no match this bag or lighter, you're too dark." "You look too much like his father. I no want you around me." She shooed me off, instantly breaking my heart into a billion pieces as I looked up at Giovanni who was looking down at me with hurt in his eyes. "Baby, please." He begged and I shook my head at him in disgust before putting my attention back onto her. "Get that darkness out of here, Giovanni. She's a demon." "Only demons have her color." She kept on going and I felt sick to my stomach in this moment as I stood there in complete shock.

Book 1 of the Empress Zima Series. Zima was just a nobody, who had no idea where her life was going when her parents allowed her to be forcefully married to a Japanese Emperor. She was forced to leave her native African village and adjust to a whole different life at The Village of Grace. The new, young, and scary Emperor of The Village of Grace, Emperor Aki is given a arrange marriage with the foreign dark skinned, black women Zima. Emperor Aki is seen as cold, frightening, and emotionless, he has a dark and painful past and no friends. He claims his marriage with Zima has no love behind it but later on he discovers love and affection from his strange foreign wife. Even though Zima was scared about her forced marriage she later on, finds comfort and love in her new home, friends, and husband. As Zima settles in she develops an interest in combat and is amazed by the combat skills from the samurai and ninja's in The Village of Grace. It inspires her become a strong ninja and learn samurai fighting skills, but in the ninja world not everything is what it seems and death, secrets, and danger is everywhere. Power, evil, and wealth are what dominates the ninja and samurai world. Zima knows that there are enemies everywhere and becoming a ninja could cost Zima her life but Zima is determined to become strong, protect the village at all cost, protect her friends, and protect Aki. Warning: This story does contain moments violently graphics. Along with mature, serious themes, and sexual content.

I must be dreaming! How is that in the whole universe God decided to choose me to go back in time. The worst part is that I'm getting married to the Zulu King who already has 6 concubines Argh! Life of a Zulu girl😯😢 I don't own the credits to the story cover 🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜🔜 His eyes told a story, deep, sensual, strong, fearless, powerful. The man demanded attention without even having to say a word. His stance made him the alpha male without even lifting a finger. He looked to be 6 feet in height. Amazing physic accompanied by muscles. Battle scares marred some parts of his body but in only added to his masculinity. His face was void of any emotion, no one could tell what he was thinking. Not that I'm a master reader of emotions or anything but you get my point. He was beautiful in a inhuman way. His skin tone was a fairer mocha , I bet it might be lighter but the man looked like he bathed in the sun, training every single day. He did not belong amongst us humans, I don't even think he would belong in my world. He deserved a planet of his own. He has surpassed human beauty, he must have been a default when he was created because there is no way in hell anybody can look like him. He looked matured and seasoned. I want to laugh thinking about the men in my world proclaiming themselves as real men. This is man standing in front of me is the true definition of real man, his whole being is the definition of a man...wow! 😍😍😍😍