🤍 Story description 🤍 Myla swore she was done with Noah. Done with the lies. Done with the heartbreak. Done with loving a man who only knew how to destroy her before begging for another chance. But Noah has never been good at letting her go. What starts as one reckless night pulls them right back into each other's chaos. Old wounds, buried secrets, and the grief neither of them ever healed from. While Noah fights to keep her, Myla begins realizing love was never supposed to hurt this much. Then she meets Trim. Patient, protective, and nothing like the man she spent years trying to survive, Trim gives Myla the kind of love she never thought existed. But when dangerous secrets from his past collide with Noah's powerful family, everyone's lives are put at risk. And this time, love alone might not be enough.

Kason "Khotic" Brewster never planned on living long. At seventeen, he buried both of his parents in the same week. His mother died instantly in a car crash. His father held on just long enough to make Kason promise one thing before he passed. Take care of your brother and sister. So that's exactly what he did. Twelve years later Khotic is the man the streets call when things get ugly. Feared. Respected. Untouchable. Everything he does is for the two people depending on him to make it out of the life he's stuck in. He's content with that. Until Beauty Cardwell crashes into his world. Bee is nothing like the women Khotic usually deals with. She's a twenty-five-year-old brain surgeon, a child prodigy who finished school before most people finished learning who they were. She's blunt, literal, and socially awkward in ways people don't always understand. Diagnosed with high-functioning autism, Bee doesn't believe in pretending to be something she's not. She says exactly what she means. And for some reason... Khotic likes that. What starts as a chance meeting turns into something neither of them expected. Bee sees the man behind Khotic's reputation. The older brother trying to keep his promise. The boy who never got the chance to grieve. And Khotic sees something in Bee that the world keeps missing. But loving a man like Khotic means stepping into a life Bee was never meant to be part of. Enemies. Loyalty. Violence. The kind of danger that doesn't care how smart you are. And Khotic knows one thing for sure. Good girls like Beauty Cardwell aren't supposed to fall for men like him.

"no, more than emotionally invested, showing you all my imperfections.." my works #4.

Esme Presley always despised her clumsiness, it was inconvenient and an embarrassing trait to have as an adult. Little did she know her burden may have been a blessing in disguise... bwbm urbanromance agegap

When Ayanna is forced into a job working for her parents' trusted college friend, she expects structure-not the quiet pull of a man who sees her more clearly than anyone ever has. Langston, a forty-three-year-old record label owner and divorcé, lives by rules that don't allow desire, especially not for his employee or the daughter of people he respects. As long hours and industry chaos draw them closer, attraction turns into something dangerous neither of them is willing to name. With her parents tightening their grip and her dreams of an artistic life slipping further away, Ayanna must choose between approval and authenticity. For Langston, loving her could cost him his reputation, his principles, and the one line he's sworn never to cross.

𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 | SLOW BURNED ASF. " A rare and nearly obsolete word meaning 'the act of loving in return' or 'loving someone in the same degree'. " 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄. (not edited).

"I gotta go," he said quietly. The words felt harsh but he said them softly, I nodded slowly at him trying not to let the disappointment creep too far up my face. "Of course," I said, looking away. "I get it." I walked him to the door. And we stood there a while. He didn't move toward the door. Just watched me like he was waiting on something. I swallowed hard, then asked it anyway. "You gonna disappear again?" It came out quieter than I meant it to. But real. I didn't want to chase him. Didn't want to beg. But I also didn't want to pretend like he walking away tonight didn't stir up all the things I thought I buried last time he vanished. Kingston stepped closer. The other hand finally came out of his pocket and touched my jaw, soft as a sigh. He angled my face back toward him, his thumb brushing under my chin. "Nah," he said. "Not this time." "Promise?" "I don't say shit I don't mean, India. You'll see me again. Soon." I nodded, even though my chest felt tight. The space between us narrowed without either of us moving. For a moment, the world slowed. His forehead lowered to mine, deliberate, patient. My pulse jumped. We stayed like that, breaths mixing, eyes locked. "You wanna kiss me, India?" he asked, voice low, teasing but not.

The temptation. The desire. A forbidden love; so tempting, filled with lust and desire. A battle within yourself, telling you it's wrong but feels too good to stop. A awaited scandal to happen. Leaving a trail of tears and trouble behind. Sadé Noelle, a beautiful twenty six year old woman with a charming personality is meant with an opportunity to an architecture company as an assistant. Thrilled about the opportunity, and what seems like her life falling into place is met with one more problem. Her handsome, very older, and single boss. Omarion Wilson, a handsome thirty six year old widowed man. Focused on nothing but work and his family, causes a bump in the road. Firing another assistant and is in a deep need for a new one. Not truly seeing anyone fit to match his perfection, until Sadé walks in. Being perfect in more than just one way, stunned by her, his cold begans to defrost.


Kadeem Harris is a hot head athlete, being the quarterback of the Atlanta falcons with 3 Super Bowl rings he was on top of the world. When his temper gets him into a PR nightmare his coach brings in the big guns. Jaleah Adams is a power house Sports Agent, most men don't accept her work because she's a woman but she knows her shit. Seeing as though her father owns the Atlanta Falcons. There was no time for dating when she dealt with nothing but ATHLETES.

"D?" "Yes, baby." I lowered my gaze to the floor. "I... I'm turned on. I... I don't know if I'll be able to sleep like this." He hummed softly. "What would you want me to do?" I stared at him. I didn't know what to say. He took a step forward. "Amoya, tell me what you want." I gulped. He gripped my chin, forcing my eyes to his. He brushed his lips against mine, teasing me. "Umm, I-I," the words got stuck in my throat. He titled my head, and placed his lips to my ear. "Do you want me to make you come?" My movements stilled. Between my legs clenched. My mouth opened, but no words came out. He smirked, slow and deliberate. "I'll take that as a yes." ______________________________________ He was dangerous. Too dangerous for a girl like me. I grew up sheltered, protected by rules and curfews, watched by strict and dangerous parents who believed love was a distraction, boys were trouble and power and control was everything. And then he came - dark, sharp, and everything I was warned to stay away from. One look from him and every rule I'd ever known began to blur. Every warning turned to a whisper I no longer cared to hear. Because I'd already fallen for him. This man - in a cruel twist of fate - was my father's rival. And he was forbidden.