I hear Timothy huff. "Come back to the house voluntarily and I'll go easy on you for your punishment." He sounds bored. I guess he's not enjoying running after me anymore. Still I ignore him and continue to walk forward. My walk is more like a drunken wobble now. Everything hurts. I get a few feet further before he pulls me back by my hair. "Stop being stubborn." It feels like he's trying to pull my hair from my scalp. I scream and scratch at his hands. "Let me go!" "You like it when I chase after you. Huh, Rose." He's breathing hard. Oh my god. This is really how I'm going to die. He pushes me onto the ground then grabs my leg. I grab and claw at the ground as he starts to drag me back towards the house. Stones, roots and dirt rub against my body scratching me. I can't continue to be dragged like this. We are at least three miles away from his house. "Let me up, I can walk!" I can barely recognize my own voice. It's so raw. He continues to drag me for a little while longer before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. My body hangs from his limp. When we arrive at the house he takes me straight to his bedroom. He tosses me on the bed like I'm a pillow making my head bang against the headboard. I grab my head and cover my face. "Strip." He breaks the silence. This is darker than Mia.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

With a wife he regrets marrying and children he cherished beyond everything, Sergey moves to a new town in the USA to further the family business with laser focus. At least that's what he thought until his new neighbour Xolani catches his eyes with her beautiful brown skin, big welcoming smile and... soft succulent lips.

𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗙𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 Nineteen year olds should be living their lives like it's their last but not Wuraola. Wura has never set foot outside her home since she was born and she has no desire to especially if everything that her mother tells her about the world is true. An insecure mother who loves her too much, a crack head brother who hates her too much, her sarcastic nurse who she has a strong dislike for and her mouthy hairdresser who tells her about her failing marriage are the only people she knows. Gianni Ricci is an Italian multi billionaire. Tino Ricci is a university professor. Two men who hate each other. Both men have heavy secrets and no remorse for anything. They find Wuraola and they want to keep her for themselves . They will keep her for themselves, no matter the consequences. No matter what.

India learned early how to survive by paying attention. Growing up in a small, rough city taught her when to speak, when to soften, and when to protect herself. She carries those instincts into corporate spaces that were never designed with her in mind. Alex has never needed to adapt. Power comes naturally to him. Raised in legacy and expectation, he leads with quiet authority, keeping his emotions tightly controlled and his personal life even more so. When their worlds collide, attraction becomes something neither can name without consequence. Identity, power, and unspoken desire blur the lines they've spent years maintaining.

"Daddy?" "No, he is not your da-" "Well hello, there little baby." ❀❀❀ Phoebe and her daughter Echo were an interesting pair. Always clinging to each other and whatnot. Phoebe couldn't go a day without her little Echo, and Echo couldn't go a day without her tiny mommy. Zameer was a very stern professor. It's always just been him and him alone. He loved the feeling of higher power and the cold demeanor he holds. When Phoebe is put in Zameers psychology class, the attraction cannot be denied between the two. What happens when Zameer finds out about Little Echo? Will he become the father figure that she's been missing in her life, or will he reject both Phoebe and Echo and go back to his sharp demeanor. *NO SMUT* Completed 12/14/2024

She worked hard to get where she is and is so proud of herself and the life she is living. Well almost. Falling for a married man is not what she wanted for herself. Kimaya is about to embark on a journey that she herself would have never seen coming. _____________________________________________________________ Be a big girl, Kimaya. I take a deep breath before I rise to my feet and face both men who watch me curiously. I take another deep breath before I rip Aizen's shirt off my body and drop my sweatpants, exposing the white lace set I have on under. Both men sit up straight and eye my body from head to toe. "I want both of you," I say shyly. "So soon?" They both ask in disbelief. "Yes."

COMPLETED ✔ "Damn she's thick." We both hear. I move to step over towards him. Eureka holds my arm drawing my attention back on her. She gets on her tippy toes. I brace forwards to cut the gap between us. Eureka holds around my neck putting her face to my ear. That's when I hear her whisper. "There's no need for you to get upset. He can only look, and not touch because I'm yours." I stiffen in my jeans. Getting aroused from her boldness. But I take it one step further. Gripping her neck. Detka holds my arm tighter. Lighty moans where only I can hear. I stand up straighter holding her against me by her neck. Looking at the cashier who is still watching her. I cough getting his attention. "Uhmm. Thank you but our groceries won't ring up themselves." He looks at me now. I smirk at him, taking Eureka's hand. "Also it's not nice to stare at what isn't yours." Eureka squeezes my hand. "Behave." She mutters. I ignore her and finish unpacking what's left. What folks are commenting "I love the story it's different from other stories I read. It'a so refreshing just seeing two people fall in love without all the drama. I love how they communicate with each other and how they plan to be with each other forever." ~ @melanin_poppin7 "I have loved this story from the start. Their journey has been exciting in that its been between two folks just living an everyday we can relate to but still so attention keeping." ~ @787ralexis "This chapter was on fire 🔥!! Kira is everything!!" ~ @TrinkyWiggy "I swear I've read this book 5 times already but it's an experience of love and respect I love it sooo muchhhhhh" ~ @zozoDabanana Cover made by Chrissy_too_nice22 Highest rankings #1 goodbook #1 architecture #5 thick #5 curvy #6 white #7 interracial #10 romance

She's used to being the punchline. He's ready to burn down the theater. Journee Doyle has perfected the art of invisibility. As a plus-size woman in a world obsessed with size zero, she knows her role: be the funny friend, the hard worker, and the one who takes every insult with a smile. By day, she's a ghost. By night, she waits tables at the prestigious Nocturne Crown Hotel, serving Manhattan's elite while trying to forget she exists. Until the night she can't. A backhanded compliment from a billionaire guest and a "clumsy" spill of red wine by a jealous waitress leave Journee humiliated in a room full of people who refuse to look her in the eye. She flees, thinking it's just another scar to hide. She's wrong. Someone was looking. Andrés Morales-the elusive, ruthless CEO of the Nocturne Crown empire. A man who rules New York from the shadows. To him, Journee isn't invisible. She is inevitable. Andrés saw the insult. He saw the tears she tried to hide. And when he rewinds the security tape, his fascination snaps into a dark, primal obsession. He doesn't just want to comfort her; he wants to ruin anyone who ever made her feel small. When a custom gown arrives at her doorstep, sent to an unlisted address, Journee realizes this is no fairy tale. It's a hunt. She thinks he's playing a cruel game. She thinks a man like him could never want a woman like her. So she runs. But she's forgetting one thing: Andrés Morales owns the city. And he loves a chase. He doesn't want her to fit into his world. He's reshaping the world to fit her.