It was just a one night stand, but all it took was one time. Cam Girl Madeline who just wanted one night of sexy, pleasurable sex ended up with just more than that. She doesn't know his name and doesn't know anything about him. All she knows is where he lives, but it was complicated with him. She finds out he has a wife.

✦❧✦ CONTENT WARNING ✦❧✦ This story contains mature themes intended for adult readers, including: ✦ explicit language ✦ consensual adult intimacy ✦ caregiver‑style power‑exchange dynamics ✦ BDSM‑coded interactions ✦ dominant/submissive relationship structures ✦ "Master" title usage within a consensual context ✦ emotional intensity and psychological themes If you enjoy dark romance, structured dynamics, and emotionally layered power‑exchange, this story may resonate with you. If these themes are not your preference, please read with care. ✦ ✧ ✦ Kalia's life shatters the night her ex decides he's done with her - and hands her over to another dominant man she barely knows. What should have been the worst moment of her life becomes the beginning of something she never expected. Aleksander is nothing like Clark. He's patient where Clark was cruel, steady where Clark was selfish, and far more dangerous than he ever lets on. And then there's Viktor - Aleksander's closest friend, just as commanding, just as magnetic, and just as drawn to her. Two men who don't share each other... but share her. Two different kinds of dominance. One girl caught between them - or maybe finally, finally held. As Kalia learns their rules, their rhythms, and the safety she never knew she needed, she discovers a truth she can't ignore: She wasn't given away. She was found. A dark, emotional, reverse‑harem romance about healing, trust, and the kind of devotion that rewrites a life. ✦ dual doms ✦ one girl, two masters ✦ slow‑burn intensity ✦ emotional depth ✦ power‑exchange dynamics ✦ found‑family softness wrapped in danger

Wake up. Chest pain. Eat breakfast. Shortness of breath. Go to work. Weakness. Bedtime. Fear of not waking up. Living with a heart condition was already bad enough. Living with a heart condition and not having the proper funds to cover it was the absolute worst thing that could occur in a persons life. And sadly that was happening to 23 year old, Azara Pierce. She tried everything to get her life right, and yet she managed to be wronged every time. Every option she came up with disappointed her and caused helplessness and frustration. Ready to call it quits, a solution to all her problems turns up at her forefront. Though consider outrageous to others, it was possible and necessary for Azara. She typically avoided everything political and conservative, putting on a facade to get benefits seemed like the only way to get things done her way. But what happens when benefits aren't the only hopes she ends up receiving in the long run? Started: August 7, 2024 Ended: TBD

Solange Vale dances for a living-stripping at night to pay suffocating student loans and her father's medical bills. It's not glamorous, but it's hers. Then one night, a stranger shows up in the club-a cold, unreadable, and surprisingly intrigued one. She never expects to see him again. Until he shows up outside her college classroom-no longer a stranger, but her equal. What begins as tension ultimately comes apart and turns out to be something significant, forcing Solange to confront all that she had thought about love, survival, and herself. 🥇 in #dark 🥇 in Book #7 in BWAM #6 in Curvy

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

[UNEDITED] "So the basis of the arrangement is I will pay for your last three years of medical school, pay you a generous monthly stipend and help you get into UW's internal residency program in exchange for-" "-Sex" I cut him off frankly. "Sex?" He chuckled, shaking his head "does it look like I have trouble getting laid? No not sex. To marry me, purely for appearances of course" A blank stare flashed across my face, "I'm sorry, what?" ••• It's a classic tale with a whole new twist. He's the boy who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and she's the girl who doesn't put up with anyone's shit. So naturally, he wants the one thing he can't have, her. Lennox is an aspiring oncologist by day, and a freelance escort by night. Medical school is expensive, and as a young woman in her prime she would be garnering her fair-share of one night stands anyways. Might as well turn a profit. Beckham, your typical reckless trust-fund baby. A playboy, a hothead, an all-around hot mess. He needs to grow up, or he risks losing everything. As the heir to an internationally acclaimed company marrying a doctor would be the perfect way to bring legitimacy not only to his reputation but his secure his place as CEO. There's a thousand reasons it could all go wrong, but what if by some strange stroke of luck... It all goes right? [WARNING: Story contains sexually explicit content and may not be suitable for those under the age of 18.] 12/15/20: RANKED #1 under BWWM 12/30/20: RANKED #1 under Scandalous 2/22/21: RANKED #8 under Black Girl 3/4/2021 & 3/30/21: RANKED #1 under Interracial Romance

Watty's 2024 shortlist, Watty's 2024 Best Characters winner A story of boxing, drugs, and love Tyreek Nixon is a 26 year old underground boxer who goes by the alias Pretty Boy. He's known he was attracted to boys for as long as he could remember, but one man really catches his attention during one of his fights. All he wants is even the chance to get to know this man better, no matter how many fights he has to win to impress him. DeAndre Kingston is a 28 year old New York native who is known around the city for his product- weed and pills. One day when DeAndre is selling at an underground boxing event, he finds himself suddenly enraptured by one of the fighters. DeAndre may have never felt an attraction for a man before but that sure didn't stop him from wanting this "Pretty Boy" The two embark on an intertwining story of romance, blood, and drama, enduring it all for the sake of being able to call each other "mine"

"How are you supposed to keep your man with your hair in that mess, Tamia?" "And has your hair been looking like that all week?" She went on talking about my hair now, considering it was blown-out instead of well kept, hot combed and straightened the way that she liked. "No, mama." I dragged, annoyed completely now with all of my peace gone in this moment. "I just got out of the shower and I just finished washing and blow-drying my hair." "I'm going to hot comb it and then flat iron it when I'm finished doing my skincare." "Yasin's not going to be home until tomorrow probably anyway." I threw in there but of course she wouldn't chastise him about why and where.

just a typical highschool love story

"Killian please.." I whimpered out as my bruised hands laid against the concrete. He inhaled with his cigarette in his mouth as he then took it between his index and middle finger, removing it from his mouth, "Bellissima..this thing,you would call a man, tried to hurt you. And you're begging for his mercy." The guy pleaded as he laid on the floor with a busted knee, howling with pain. I can see the entertainment in Killian's eyes as he pulled the silver pistol from his hip and shot the man through his skull. "vedi le cose che farei per te, Bellissima..."