"You know how special you gotta be to change a nigga like me? Huh?" He tilted her head back to make her look at him, and a faint smile grew on her face as he wiped her cheeks. "My own grandparents couldn't do it for me and I loved them more than anything. You the one for me ma. That's why I ain't told you everything yet 'cause I don't wanna run you away. I need you." He laid his forehead against hers, gently kissing her lips. "Nobody will ever believe that King Von from O Block be crying to me like this." She smiled as she gazed into his red eyes, and he chuckled, nodding in agreement. "I ain't King Von wit' you. Just love." He kissed her cheek next, and her smile grew as her arms tightened around him for a warm hug.

In the shadows, Dayvon's obsession with 𝐡𝐞𝐫 knows no bounds. Willing to cross any line, he spirals deeper into a dangerous infatuation, risking everything for a love that might consume them both.

"please just give me one more chance" "umm... you got the wrong number" in which paulina receives a text from an unknown number, only for it to be central cee himself. will they find friendship or love within each other? read to find out. peak ranks #2 - centralcee [10/15/2024] #3 - cench [10/15/2024] #1 - oakley [3/26/24] © 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐳 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬, 2023-2024

The young princess Isabelle, oldest of the royal family, discovers that her life is about to overturn. Being crowned Queen, following the death of her beloved father and successful monarch, she must carry the weight of the crown, Queen of a victorious nation executing her duties to her subjects, and a young woman falling in love, and protecting her family. Isabelle has no idea what's coming her way, who she meets along her journey as a queen, or whom she falls in love with. She is just about to begin, and her enemies are beyond comprehension Mature language and scenes included.

The heavy smell of cigarette smoke couldn't even mask the metallic smell of aged blood beneath the floor boards. These were dangerous men. Boys with knives and painted skin.. ~ We laid in the darkened room letting the comfortable silence cover us. His tattooed hand lightly stroked the moist skin of my arm. Yuji was beautiful.. "I'm going to hell..." He said nonchalantly. My eyes danced along his strong jawline and shoulder length, tapered hair. Currents of silky, onyx hair. "I've touched such a pure soul with unclean hands..." He sat up, climbed to his feet and grabbed his silk robe from the door, concealing the Oni and blossoms that adorned his back. [Completed 02/27/20] *************************************************** Warning: This book is rated M for mature. This novel will include sexual situations, violence, and crude language. Let's try to be adults about this. If I catch you copying my book, I'll sue.