"Snow on Her Skin" He bullied her. He broke her. Then he gave her twins. Amara came to Russia for a degree and a new life. What she found was Dima Volkov - cold, cruel, and impossibly magnetic. He mocked her curves, her accent, her very existence... until the night he couldn't look away anymore. One mistake. One night without protection. Now she's carrying his babies - two boys - and the man who once pushed her away is suddenly on his knees, begging to stay. But forgiveness isn't free. And love built on betrayal always carries scars. A steamy, emotional second-chance romance with enemies-to-lovers tension, surprise pregnancy, twins, and a possessive hero who will fight the world to keep the family he almost destroyed. Content warnings: bullying, dub-con elements, pregnancy troupe, explicit scenes

In 1966, Tallulah-Mae, finds herself attracted to a man she knew was far from her reach. When the attraction is reciprocated, she can only hope others don't catch on to their relationship knowing segregated Georgia was unkind to people like them. How far will she go for her safety and the unexpected surprise after a passionate night?

Close your eyes. Breathe in. Feel the air turn thick, heavy with cigar smoke and expensive cologne. You can almost taste the whiskey on his tongue, can't you? General Marcus "Reign" Blackwell is power wrapped in ink and royal blood. He commands armies, breaks enemies, and fucks whoever he wants-until he sees *her*. Dr. Aaliyah Monroe. Quiet. Brilliant. Curvy African-American goddess who codes weapons in the dark. Shy smiles. Soft voice. Vanilla skin that glows under fluorescent lights. One breath of her scent and the untouchable general unravels. He dreams of her every night. Strokes himself raw imagining her thighs wrapped around him. Watches her sway to R&B in her apartment through shadows he shouldn't cross. Calls her *dove*, *tiny momma*, *my wife*-long before she ever says yes. She thinks it's temporary. He knows it's forever. He kneels for her. Begs for her. Cries for her. Marks himself with her initials while she sleeps. And when she finally rides him-slow, commanding, glasses slipping down her nose-he sobs her name like prayer. This isn't love. This is obsession carved into worship. This is a man who would burn the world just to hear her giggle and boop his nose. But when the first fight comes... When she needs space and he needs her closer than air... Will his dove fly away?

Her siren ebony eyes sang to him a beautiful melody of fear so hypnotizing that he could not find it in himself to look away. For the first time, he felt his heartbeat drumming violently against his ribcage, a reaction to her call. He heard her song, and he was coming. With the corner of his lips curved into a smirk, he marched towards her; if drowning and burning into holy water was what it took to have her, he would swim right through it because she was his the moment he laid his eyes on her. ... Trigger warning‼️This story contains many graphic themes that touches sensitive topics, which some readers may find uncomfortable. ‼️AGAIN! THIS STORY CONTAINS MANY GRAPHIC REFERENCES, NO WARNING WILL BE GIVEN BEYOND THIS POINT.‼️

Amira Willis had her heart shattered and her future stolen when her ex cheated. Done with waiting for a man to build the family she craves, she takes matters into her own hands. A single visit to a fertility clinic, and her dream of motherhood is finally within reach. She's ready to do this alone. Preston Rutherford is a god in a suit. As a billionaire mogul, the world bows to him, and women are merely a distraction. He donated to a fertility lab years ago on a whim, forgetting it ever happened. Their worlds collide when a routine company event reveals a shocking truth. Amira, his employee-and his former friend's ex-is glowing, curvaceous, and undeniably pregnant. A pregnancy that sets Preston's blood on fire with a possessive desire he's never known. But his world shatters when he discovers the impossible: the secret donor she used... was him. He didn't plan on a baby. He didn't plan on her. But now that he knows, he'll stop at nothing to claim what's his. Both of them.

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞⚠️⚠️⚠️ ""Show me that wet pussy," he commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl dripping with dominance and raw lust, every word dripping with hunger. The heat in his words wrapped around me like a vise, making my skin flush and my breath hitch. I spread my legs wider, every nerve ending screaming for him. He leaned in, eyes dark and hungry, the scent of him intoxicating. He inhaled deeply, his voice rough as he whispered, "Such a good girl." I bit down hard on my trembling lips, my body aching, desperate for his touch...

It was lust at first sight when Irish met Kenzo at his restaurant. Every look, touch, dish, delving them deeper and deeper into a seductive spell they could not break. Fastforward a few years and the marriage is on the rocks under the pressures of trying to start a family while running a restaurant and having new hires trying to break the trust. A trust already teetering when the first bullets rang out in their home. Now Irish has to figure out who the hell she married and if he was worth the danger that comes along with his past as an Operative.

Marco isn't happy that Londyn absconded with his son. He definitely wasn't happy to find them in a small apartment one rainy night in Florida. Londyn was less surprised that he had found them, and more surprised with how quickly he had. Couple that with his newest demands and the fact that this was more than some dysfunctional situationship, to both of them, and it's either a recipe for ruin, or the start of something akin to... love? Can she finally tame the beast? A short continuation of the Luciani story...