Twenty-nine-year-old Sabrina Appiah has published her first book and is ready to indulge in her usual hoe activities to celebrate in the beautiful Antigua. But there is one issue: twenty four- year old Levi Jones that doesn't play any games. After an intense back and forth, they end up making love passionately. When Sabrina learns he's younger, she bolts without notice, leaving him confused. A serendipitous encounter in London affirms the one thing Sabrina can't ignore: her strong feelings, and despite the Atlantic Ocean being between them, they take a chance on each other. But with Sabrina's past trauma and knack for self-sabotage being so prevalent, will their love be enough to go the distance or will insecurity win?

BOOK 2 of the Royal Trilogy [UPDATED version of I'm Having a Royal Baby] Even premeditated one night stands have their consequences, and Folashadé and Prince Vincent were no exception to the rule. For her, it was just sex. For him, it was something so much more, something Folashadé was not ready for. She would do anything to keep that night between them. It was easy in the beginning, but as her belly starts to swell, she realizes that she and Vincent have a lot more to worry about than their conflicting feelings for one another.

(EDITING BUT COMPLETE) Roses Are Red And Violet Is Blue. Doctor Violet Ankamah is a surgeon and a great one at that. Her life is perfect. Her job is perfect. Her poise, natural elegance and cold demeanor, makes everyone around her fawn. It's almost too good to be true... Until it isn't. After what feels like the worst fate comes crashing down on her, Violet must navigate her way again. It won't be a scenic route. She needs a guide.

A good one. And Mr Miller, thinks he's the man for the job...

Tobias Miller. Son of Orion Miller and Dr Violet Ankamah-Miller. Unintentionally put on a pedestal all his life, has fallen into a monotonous lifestyle. But when his best friend drags him to another work function, he meets his match. A clumsy ball of sunshine, who immediately makes him nervous. The way she talks. The way she looks at him. Even the way she smiles. She's trouble. But reoccurrences can't be a coincidence. And he knows that he will learn that sooner or later.

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 ✔️ BOOK 1 of the Royal Trilogy [UPDATED version of I'm Falling for a Royal Prince] Folashadé was just a 21-year-old girl when she and her family unexpectedly moved to England. Unwarranted circumstances causes her to have to fend for herself in the unfamiliar city of London, England. However, she runs into an advertisement for a position as the Private Secretary Assistant for the British Royal Family. But unfortunately, she is demoted to a maid position instead at the Windsor Castle, in which England's Royal Family resides. In desperate need of returning back to America, she takes on the maid position anyway. How hard can it be to tend to the Royal Family? It's much harder than it seems, especially when there was no mention of the provocative Prince of Wales and his dirty mouth. All Folashadé wanted was to earn enough money to fly back to New York and start over. All Vincent wanted was to test his self-control around her. What happens in the end was the last thing on ONE of their minds.

WARNING: This novel contains depictions of Rape, Abuse and Violence. Read at your own risk. 18 year old Starr has never had it easy in life. Her mother died giving birth to her, her father turned into a deranged, violating wolf and to top it off she was forced to get married to an Alpha who acts more wolf than human. In this world where the strong reigns surpreme, how was a weak wolf like Starr supposed to survive? Especially with a recessive wolf that rarely interacted with her. Will her tormenting ever be over? 《Short Preview》 "You're marked by another," he stated cooly, his eyes drilling into the puncture wound that decorated my neck. Despite the calm his voice carried, my body shuddered at the pressure behind his words and the hidden dangers that laid beneath his gaze. I trembled and averted my eyes with pursed lips, trying my best to be brave. "So what? I'm a mated wolf now, which means I was never meant to be yours." His eyes narrowed in on my face as they swirled with reckless abandon. "What was made for me will forever be mine. That pup that you went and played with can't stop me from tearing that mark off your shoulder." My eyes snapped up to his in surprise as I gawked in disbelief... and a little ounce of foreboding at the man before me, "y-you can't do that!" He raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Are you gonna stop me?" I couldn't help but retort, "My mate would kill you!" His voice heightened as he finally lost his cool and snarled, "I'M YOUR MATE! There isn't a person on this earth that could kill me, let alone your bastard. You should be worried about what I'll do to HIM for forcing himself on MY WOMAN!" I flinched and took a few cautious steps backwards. Then I whispered, "who are you?" The man's lips tilted up into a ridiculing smile as he replied, "I'm the part of your soul that you chose to forsake."

"You are stepping on my toes, Lexington." I rolled my eyes, pretending I wasn't intimidated by his stance. He looked like he could devour me whole, but I wasn't one to back down. Mama and Papa Burton raised me way better than that. I might have changed surnames but I was still a Burton, and Burtons don't take crap from anybody. Not even overly handsome, self conceited, diamond spooned pricks like Carlson Hawthorne. "Then move your bloody legs out of my way, Hawthorne." I spat back and walked away, leaving a red faced handsome demon/angel in my wake. -------------- When Amaryllis realizes that she is the biological daughter and heiress of the "old money" Lexington family, her life is thrown into a haze. She didn't know how to adjust to the change from a simple lifestyle to a maxi-luxurious life. The highlight of the change was when she had to start senior year at Newark high school. Newark High was a special world of its own and everyone lived and breathed money. Rain had no idea there were some unspoken rules are Newark High, and she managed to break a lot of them because she couldn't help but let her sass flow free like a river. The greatest rule of them all was the one she enjoyed breaking the most; Defying Carlson Hawthorne, the golden( oops! DIAMOND encrusted) boy of the city.

Ivanna,a twin, made a dare with her twin brother, Ivan, and friends on her 17th birthday... saying who ever walks through the door in five minutes she should kiss....Luckily for her no one walked in....but unfortunately at the last minute,her new hot neighbour walked in.....No one can back out of a dare....Can we?.

The dark gloomy day she died, regretting all she never managed to do, she thought would be her last. She never expected to reincarnate into another person, even less into one who was married to one of the richest men in the world. He never wanted more from his marriage other than the heir they had agreed on, but what happens when he wants to change their initial contract, seeing the new her. What happens when he wants to prolong the contract's term to a lifetime?