Rue is sweet. Quiet. Off-limits. She's also, a STEM major, curvy, and staying with her best friend's family over winter break. Kevin? Her best friend's older brother. He's 24. Built like a god. A basketball star headed towards the NBA and apparently obsessed. She only meant to check out the noise coming from his room. She didn't expect to hear him groan her name. Or see what he was doing-with her...... She should've left. Should've slammed the door and acted like it never happened. But instead... she walked in. Now their secret is hot, heavy, and impossible to undo-and Kevin doesn't play fair when he wants something. Especially her. 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.

Niah Monroe, a 26-year-old ambitious woman working her way through grad school, has always kept her life on the straight and narrow. She's loyal to her best friend, and she avoids men who could derail her goals. But then enters Khalil "Khaos" Mercer, 32, her best friend's older brother-fresh out after serving time, running the family's underground hustle, and building an empire of his own. He's dark, dangerous, and the one man she's never allowed herself to want. When circumstances force them together-him needing her brain and discipline to clean up his business moves, her needing his protection after a brush with street danger-the forbidden attraction between them sparks into a full-blown, undeniable passion.

Dɪssᴏᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ- ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜɪᴛʏ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs, sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢs, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ. -𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭-

Her name is Monet. She was living the dream life. At 20 she already owned her own business. She had two loyal bestfriends & even her own apartment. Although everything seemed alright, she still felt something was missing.

Mia Brown believed she had her heart safely guarded, wrapped tight under layers of resilience. Life had taught her that trusting too deeply could lead to heartbreak, and dreams didn't always come true. She knew it was safer to rely on herself, to focus on her work and keep her emotions locked away. But a quiet longing stirred beneath her resolve, whispering dreams of a love so deep and true that it would feel like home. And then, there was Alex Walker. From the moment their paths crossed, something shifted in Mia-a warmth, a spark she couldn't ignore. Alex was magnetic yet grounded, a man of strength and subtle tenderness, with eyes that seemed to see into the guarded corners of her heart. He had a way of challenging her walls with every smile, every unspoken word, breaking down the defenses she'd built over time. Mia didn't believe in fairy tales, and yet, as she looked out into the future, there was a flicker of hope, fragile yet undeniable, that maybe she had found something real. Something she hadn't known she'd been searching for. But what if love was more than a feeling? What if it required trust, patience, and a vulnerability she had never allowed herself? Mia's journey would ask her to let go, to be open, to choose love even when it felt uncertain. And in the quiet moments, as she dared to hope, a single, fervent thought lingered in her mind: Could he be mine? ꧁༒☬ ʙᴇ ᴍɪɴᴇ ☬༒꧂ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐌 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 • 𝟕 • 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐄𝐧

"Your name suits you perfectly. You truly have the face of an angel."

Carter Vanderbilt, 45 year old Caucasian male and father of two, is the CEO of a multi-billion dollar publishing company. He's recently divorced his third wife after finding out that she's cheated on him with his companies accountant. No longer looking for love, Carter decides to focus on his company and give up on women. Leilani Jones, a 20 year old African American woman has just graduated community college with an associates degree in journalism. Her passion is writing and to hopefully become published. The summer before heading going away to a university on the other side of the country, Leilani lands an internship at Carters publishing company, working directly under him. Grueling nights, early morning coffee runs, endless amounts of book entries to edit and revise alongside the big bad bass, Leilani finds herself being more than just an intern at Carters company. However, an unexpected contender is also smitten by Leilani and isn't afraid to let it be known... Leilani has to decide before the summer is over.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

Zahra Ariel Simpson was never the girl to aim for the unattainable, but living in closed quarters with the man of your fantasies shatters beliefs faster than the strike of lightning - especially when that man is your best-friends dad. Gabriel Antoine Lemaire was a man that knew his strengths and weaknesses well. Grown to be calculated due to circumstances he hates surprises. As his thread dwindles daily just from the scent of florals and caramel floating in the hall, he comes to understand just how quickly Rome fell. -------------------------- "I need a minute Zahra. I need a minute or I'll ruin you. I flip you every which way on the couch and fuck you like a whore." He bites into my skin. "Give me a goddamn minute." I don't give him his minute. I have him right where I need him. Desperate and hanging over a cliff. I chuckle, my nose tracing a pattern on his cheek. He's unhinged, his hips rolling into my center full of need as his fingers bruise my skin in a way I like - the hope of admiring them tomorrow stark in my mind. My voice is a whisper, my tongue slipping out to lick his lips. "Fuck me like a whore then Gabriel."

"Take off your clothes"