Lyric Brown is a Bronx-born hurricane-part bartender, part artist, all heart. In LA, she craves more than survival; she wants to feel alive. Vanilla, acrylic paint, and stubborn hope cling to her skin like second nature. She doesn't follow rules, and she definitely doesn't follow men. But Diego Romierz isn't just any man. Diego lives in shadows-quiet power wrapped in Cuban silk and cold smoke. He built his empire on secrets and fists, never letting anyone close enough to see the scars underneath. Lyric was supposed to be a distraction. A risk he could control. One night, one broken rule, and a missed period later, they're both pulled into something neither of them knows how to hold. Love. Trust. A heartbeat on a screen. And for two people who've only ever known how to fight, family might be the hardest battle yet.

Isabella Summers was the new Social Media Coordinator at McLaren, nervous and trying not to stand out. Lando Norris was the loud, charming driver everyone noticed. When Lando Norris started paying attention to her, she didn't know what to do. He made her laugh. He listened when no one else did. And he made her feel safe - something her boyfriend never had. "I'm not even yours," she whispered. "But I want you to be," he replied. Sometimes the smallest things hold you together. For her, it was him. Her safety pin.

Amira Hart was never meant to be part of the story. Not the public one, anyway. But behind every polished legacy is the girl no one talks about-the one who was loved in secret, then left in silence. For two years, Amira and Brooks Whitmore IV lived in that silence. He was the President's son, raised for cameras and campaign trails. She was the woman he chose when no one was watching. Their worlds were never meant to meet. The cards were stacked long before they kissed in the dark. Now, two years later, a wedding invitation arrives. His name is on it. So is hers. Told in fragments and flashbacks, His Secret is a quiet storm of a love story-about memory, erasure, and the women history tries to forget.

-Book one- She was never meant to survive him. Only satisfy the stars. Chosen by blood, bound by prophecy-she is the key to a god's bloodline rebirth. But in the hands of the demigod whose hunger rivals the heavens decree, she is both prisoner and offering. When she dares to escape, carrying more than just secrets, the stars shift-and so does the end of the world. "I need you to understand something," he said, circling her like a beast sizing up its prey. "You don't just belong to me physically." Lou's breath hitched. "You belong to me mentally. I own your thoughts, your attention, your focus. Even your mistakes are mine now." - Kaelion (Clark) This story contains mature themes and is intended for readers 18+. All characters are fictional. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental. 📌 If you're reading this story anywhere other than Wattpad under the username of the author (booksthattalkbyl), it has been stolen.

He's the devil in a suit, ruling Paris's underworld with blood and shadows. She's the quiet bookstore girl stitching together a life from forgotten pages. I was hidden in my world of books, asking for nothing from the storm outside. Then Lucifer de Rivel bled into my sanctuary, his emerald eyes marking me as his from that midnight moment. He hunts me relentlessly, pulling me into his empire of violence and secrets, vowing to break me until I'm his alone. What he doesn't know is I've survived darkness before-and his obsession might shatter us both. A dark mafia romance with a possessive antihero, "touch her and die" intensity, twists, and forbidden passion. "His to Break" is a standalone dark romance novel. It is part of the book series "The Hawthorne Legacy #2" __________________ You will eat," he said quietly. The calmness in his voice was worse than shouting. He lifted her as if she weighed nothing, settling her against him with terrifying ease. One arm locked around her waist. The other captured her wrists, pinning them together like restraints. "Open your mouth, Angel." "No." He leaned closer, his voice brushing her ear. "Then I'll have you fed intravenously. Sedated if necessary. You'll live-whether you cooperate or not." She knew then that this wasn't a threat. This was a promise. When she finally opened her mouth, the victory in his eyes was quiet. Absolute. "Good girl," he murmured. And she realized survival would cost her something far worse than fear. __________________________

"He watched me. And I could feel it. The skin on my neck tingled and a staticky feeling ran down the length of my spine. I had never felt this way before." Fallon Everskies was searching for something. Answers, maybe, as to why the touch of others burned her. And why her parents constantly kept secrets from her. But most of all, and embarrassingly so, she was searching for love. "She was infuriating. I could smell her, feel her, and taste her even when she was miles away. It drove me insane, she drove me insane. Yet, I yearned for her touch, begged for her entire being. But I knew I couldn't have it." Lucius Dendron hadn't felt alive in years. There were more...obvious reasons as to why this was. But the main reason was plain and simple; he was lonely. Even if he himself didn't want to admit it.

Damian Hayes had ambition, power, and no room for strings attached. Elara Everly had innocence, dreams, and a heart he'd broken. Three years later, politics; a thread woven from power and corruption, throws them together again. This time, she's a fearless journalist, and he's the president. The stakes are higher, the tension slicing, and the past refuses to stay buried. "Kiss me," his lips grazed hers, his voice a dangerous murmur. "Kiss me... and I'll withdraw the attack on your pathetic boyfriend." Updates everyday :)

|18+| 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙚. 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙'𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧. My best friend had one specific rule for her wedding week: 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝. It should have been easy. I'm here to be a bridesmaid, not a distraction. Then I met Caleb Calhoun. He's forty-four, runs the biggest ranch in Montana, and looks at me like I'm a natural disaster waiting to happen. He values order, discipline, and respect. I drive a rusted El Camino, drink cheap beer, and thrive on chaos. He thinks I'm just a reckless twenty-one-year-old with nothing to offer but trouble. So, naturally, I decide to be his trouble. I push every button he has. I call him 'Daddy' because I know he hates it-and because I know it makes him think things he definitely shouldn't. To top it off? I flirt with his son just to watch his jaw tick...until his son starts flirting back. His son Benny is freshly back from war, dangerously charming, and looks at me like I'm the first thing he's wanted in years. And the more I provoke the grumpy rancher, the more I realize this isn't a game. Benny wants to keep me. Caleb wants to tame me. And for the first time in my life, I might actually want to be 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝

Kyomi is a single mom, to a little girl, named Raya. Everything takes place in the 5-story apartments they live in. Well the daughter meets a certain friendly neighbor. She decides her Mama needs a friend, but will it end up as more than she dreamed? #12 on the bwwm list 8/15/25 #15 on the neighbors list 11/11/25 #2 father-daughter list 11/11/25

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."