Shanice Wilson, born and raised in Harlem, moves to Atlanta for her new job. The company sets her up in a lovely cul-de-sac in an almost deserted part of the suburbs. Nate Dylan is the president of the Dead-Eye Angels MC. He rides with his buddies, takes care of them and their families, and doesn't have any problem getting a lady to warm his bed. But things turn upside down when a loudmouth, rude New Yorker moves next door. Nate is all about Southern hospitality, but Shanice isn't falling for his charms. A tit-for-tat battle starts between the two, and things go too far. This is the first book in the Dead-Eye Angels MC series. ***Book contains language and content that may be triggering and/or offensive to some.*** The story contains information and discussions of but not limited to childbirth, infant loss, miscarriage, traumatic health care experiences, racial discrimination, domestic violence, police violence, death and dying, mental illness and mental health crisis, sexual assault, and incarceration, which some readers may find triggering. ***Awards*** 🏆 Best Protagonist (Shanice) (1st place - The Cobalt Valentine's Special Award) 🏆 Best Romance (2nd place - The Temeraire Awards) 🏆 Best Short Story (3rd place - The Petrichor Awards) 🏆 Best Short Story (3rd place - The Winterspell Awards) ***Featured on*** @WattpadESL | Words Of Affectionate | Romance & ChickLit @WattpadMulticultural | Chiclit and Mature content @WattpadShortStory | Love Diaries @StoriesUndiscovered | Lunch Hour Shorts [Short Story <1 hour] @GirlBossINC | Badass Babes @AdultFiction | Melting Hearts and Featured Adultfiction Stories

"Come on" he said patting his lap , i peeked at his face through my eyelashes chewing on my lower lips, and that look on his face was straightforward saying that 'if you did something wrong now i am about to fuck you up' which is definitely not a good thing,even though i felt a little twitch in my heart but still letting out a deep sigh i slowly crawled over his lap laying stomach down on his thighs , he placed his hand on my lower thighs making me flinched slightly. I kept my face down on the mattress digging my nails into his clothed thigh. It is scary and i am really not a big fan of such stuffs. "I am so.. sorry please i wouldn't walk out like that again" i mumbled through my pout trying for the last time but it only earned me a pinch on my thigh making me winch and push his hand away. I turned my head and glared at him return to which i got a sharp swat on my bum way worse than the last one."Would you like to repeat?" He said with a clenched jaw and cocked eyebrow making me sigh and shook my head with a frown and pout as i turned my head back towards the mattress. He is scary. "Is that the only thing for which i am punishing you huh?" His cold and sharp voice spoke near my ear making me jump slightly, i pushed my face into the metress closing my eyes tightly, ",no" "Then?" "I didn't... respond to your texts and calls sorry" i mumbled the last part feeling like crying,its not like i didn't wanted to call him back or talk to him i just....forgot. i didn't mean to do that it just happened ."Yeah you will be sorry after this, now better start counting hmm if you stopped or forgot,i will start all over again understood? " he said traicing my spine with his hand and finally resting it on my bum, my eyes widened realising what he just said. Bu- oiee!" I cried out when i felt a harsh smack on my back , it made me tear up, it was way more rough and painful, "Count kitten!" He snapped,i flinched and sniffed slightly counting "One" He looks like that monster

A'roya, a black woman trapped in an abusive marriage controlled by both her mother and husband, discovers that she has a mate who happens to be a vampire. Initially disregarding this revelation, A'roya eventually realizes that she deserves a life free from abuse and unhappiness. She embarks on a journey to find happiness, even if it means being with a temperamental and verbally abusive vampire who is willing to do anything for her. A'roya yearns to escape the clutches of her husband and mother, but numerous obstacles stand in her way. As she navigates her path to freedom, she faces the daunting challenge of protecting her minor siblings and ensuring her father's safety from her mother's wrath. Will A'roya overcome these obstacles and break free from her abusive circumstances? What lies ahead for her as she embraces her vampire mate and strives for a better life?" ---/--- "You're distracting me-ah, Vincent!" He put his hands on my waist, pulling me closer to him. I'm not used to being so close to a man without being hit. The last time I was safe in a man's arms was when I was a kid with my dad. "A'roya," he whispers, admiring my face. "Vincent," I whispered back, playing with the wet hairs on the nape of his neck. "I love you." I must've smiled so damn wide. I put my forehead on his, trying to reel in tears. God, I'm such a crybaby. "I love you too." Vincent sighed confidently. "Oh, I know." I sighed and rolled my eyes. At this point, I'm used to this man. (EDITED TO A READABLE STATE.) Word count: 52,464 😈 are the mature chapters 🤭 started: July 14th, 2022 ended: November 25th, 2022 30k reads on 11/21/22 40k reads on 11/27/22 50k reads on 12/3/22 70k reads on 12/15/22 80k reads on 12/23/22 90k reads on 1/2/23 100k reads on 1/15/23 🥇151 in Vampire 12/30/22

"let me tell you something, darling. you've unlocked a side of me, even I fear. but since you want to keep me up all night, challenging me, he's gonna show up at some point." Mateo whispers, huskily into my ear, gripping my neck. "what are you talking about?" I whisper. "like how I show no mercy when killing someone. I can also show no mercy in bed. you're not sensitive, so you should be able to take the degrading. right, Tesoro?" he asks, i nod. "you know it's not true though. you know I love and cherish you, beautiful," he says slowly. "right?" "mhm." I nod. Mateo slowly starts speeding up his thumb, on my clit. "right. now I know, my Tesoro isn't so vanilla and innocent. So tell me, love. do you have any kinks?" the question catches me off guard. do I? "ya," I mumble. "I want you to list them," he whispers, I can hear the smirk on his face. "bondage, CNC- shit- dirty talk, uh-um, choking, degrading, stimulation. fuck i can't think," I mumble. "you've said my favourites, but have you ever heard of darcyphilia?" he asks, slowly entering his finger again. "n-no." I stutter. "well, I want to fuck you, overstimulate you, edge you, until you're in tears, chanting your safe word." _________________________________ ⚠️ I WON'T CONSIDER THIS BDSM, BUT IT DOES CONTAIN HEAVY SMUT⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK DOES NOT PROMOTE TEEN PREGNANCY⚠️ ⚠️EVERYTHING OTHER THEN THE MAFIA CULTURE AND RACIAL CULTURES ARE FICTION⚠️ ⚠️ THIS BOOK IS CONSIDERED 18+ BUT IF YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE IT... I AIN'T YOUR PARENT. BUT DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU⚠️ ⚠️YES THE GIRL IS ON BIRTH CONTROL FROM THE GET-GO⚠️

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