"You know this person?" She asked to you. My heart clenched as my gaze never left your beautiful caramel brown eyes, anxiously waiting for you to reply her question. My head flooding with nothing other than the images of how I have touched your skin, kissed your lips, sipped your tongue, marked your body, owned your soul and made you mine several several times. The image of our naked body blending and molding with one another still fresh in every single fibre of my brain. "Do you?" She repeated. "No." You answered with a dead tone. Eyes blank. "I don't." -Warnings: •mature stuffs •strong language •a bit violence •angst -Started on July 18, 2020 -Completed on January 1, 2022 -Achievements till now #1 unsaid #2 jealousy #41 anguish #29 sensual ••• @cherry000111 "Your writing style and the way you express is too perfect. Seriously, I'm in love with your story plot. I am so happy I found this amazing story." @SamanthaMoore226 "I am enjoying this book sooo much..I love the way you write, how you write with so much detail, it's beautiful!" @taelips "I don't know anything...but you need to know that how beautifully you portray each & every emotion...it literally gives chills...like how can anyone write so beautifully. @Candies_N_Cigars "The lines you write are absolutely poetic and amazing, so so realistic." @daegucandiess "This book is so peaceful and a pinch of chaos. You balance it all."

My body was stuck. I wanted to move but I couldn't. He leaned down and our lips crashed together. He made the kiss deeper by adding tongue and picked me up giving my ass a squeeze. Earning a moan from me. He began walking upstairs and went straight to my room throwing me on the bed. "I missed you so fucking much." He said aggressively as he took his clothes off. I started taking mines off as well. He laid over my body kissing me again then breaking it-pressing his forehead to mine looking me in my eyes. I arch my back as he reach down to my soaking pussy and he started stroking my clit. "Always so fucking wet, I fucking love it." He continues to rub his fingers up and down my slit. Sticking a finger inside of me every so often. I moan out against his fingers on my clit. "Fuck this I need to be inside of you." He grunts. A love story about Antonio Russo & Shakayla Janai. Not fully edited! Let me know if I made a mistake somewhere!!! But not to much tho 😚 some of y'all be getting smart in the comments 🙃 I definitely return energy.

Caim: (n.) Lit. "sanctuary"; an invisible circle of protection, drawn around the body with the hand, that reminds you that you are safe and loved, even in the darkest times. * :｡.｡🤍*♡∞:｡.｡* :｡.｡ "I just want love," she keeps going. I want to love you, I think to myself. "You know what I love? I love painting. This is so pretty I could just paint this," she maps out the sky. "I just want this to last forever, this moment is so nice Silas," she looks at me but I'm already staring at her. "Aurélia," I say. "Silas," she says back. "I want you, I want to love you." I say pull her close. She looks a bit confused. "Will you be my girlfriend?" I ask her. "I think, I want to love you to Silas," she says. Staring into my eyes. #1: goodgirlsarebadgirlsthathaventbeencaught, 4-29-24 #3: goodxbad, 11-1-24 Started: December 12th, 2023 Ended: November 4th, 2024

Widening the door I seen him holding another bag, with flowers in his hand and a blunt behind his ear "really? More peace offerings?" "Ain't none wrong in that" I thanked him for it as I was raised with manners I placed the flowers on the counter alongside the bag not bothered to look inside and see what he got. "That's how you gon do me?" He asked pointing at the flowers on the counter. "I mean flowers really not cutting anything right now" I shrugged. "It better cause I came here to apologise" he walked over and stood in front of me with his tall ass self. "Mhm" I hummed ready to hear what he has to say. "Real shit though. I know I ain't really been on my shit cause I got other shit I'm dealing with so Ion really wanna put that onto you cause you'n deserve none of that. So I told you Ion wanna rush it so I don't become the man that don't treat you good" at this point he put his hand in mine and used his thumb to rub the back of my hand in circular motions. "So I wanna apologise for allat cause I ain't really tell you what's going on but Ion really wanna wait for that date no more". There was just some in his eyes that was getting me especially with his head being slightly tilted not even thinking of trying to break eye contact with me. "So what does that mean?"

Valentine, a woman who thought she was an ordinary orphan, left her boyfriend after suffering years of abuse. She rekindled with an old friend who she had a crush on in her college years. Just for him to turn out gay.. living with her old friend and his boyfriend, old feelings surely began to resurrect. Just as the fact that she wasn't who she thought she was. And the people around her, either. This book contains triggering content. (For example, rape, abuse, mature contents,Assault and gore.) If you can't handle it, please don't report this but rather search for another book xoxo HIGHEST RANKING #1 in black heroine HIGHEST RANKING #1 in creative writing HIGHEST RANKING #1 in MxMxF HIGHEST RANKING #2 in menageatrois

Book 2 in The 'Three Words Series' Theo and Naomi haven't spoken since. Since everything, that night, first year, all of it. Second year has just started. They're no longer neighbours but their friendship group are still very much so close. They're forced to see each other still. Communication was their biggest downfall last year, will they actually talk through things like civil adults for once? **SEQUAL TO Clouding my judgement. MUST READ THAT FIRST** **CANNOT BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE BOOk** **MATURE CONTENT, A LOT SPICIER THAN THE FIRST BOOK SO BE PREPARED** "Why would you kiss him, when you're mine, Hmm?" He asked as he stroked her entrance with his two digits "I-" She breathed out as he took no time inserting his fingers inside of her, curling them just to make her moan for him "What was that?" He smirked, hearing her whimpers as the increasing tempo of the song wasn't helping her heart beat or the pulse inbetween her thighs of how much she hated Theo in the moment, but enjoyed what he could do to her with just two fingers When she didn't answer him, Theo slid his fingers slowly out of her with a pop. She felt his fingers trace over the slit of her entrance, teasing her, already knowing the power he had over her body. She did nothing but accept it, as her body reacted as it usually did Wet and ready, only for him She found herself opening up her legs wider to give him better access to her. Almost as if it were instinct. Theo slid his fingers up and down her slick folds, multiple times - teasing her - knowing this would set her off even further. The anticipation of it all.

What the fuck do you want?"I asked. "Get dressed we're going out"he says. "Hell nah, I ain't going no where"I say going back to my room. All I want to do is sleep and I won't let anybody stop me. I feel a muscular hand snake around my waist pulling me out of my room. "I can't fall asleep so you can't sleep too!" He says forcefully. "I hate you!" I scream. "No you don't, you adore me" he chuckles "Keep dreaming boy" I wanted him to let go of me, not because I didn't like it but because his touch, was driving me insane. It felt great and I can't afford to fall for him, I mean look at him who wouldn't fall for that handsome face and crazy person but that was problem. I'm not his type. He turned me around and this time I was facing him, our eyes met and I couldn't deny it, it felt great to be in his arms. His eyes lowered and fell on my lips. Before I could even say my name, he kisses me. My eyes widened in shocked but I gave in and wrapped my arms around his neck, closing my eyes. God damn!his lips are soft. It was slow and gentle, his hands moved to my face as he increased the pace. My hands moved to his soft black hair. God! I've always wanted to touch it I let out a moan and he slipped his tongue in making the kiss hotter. It was the best feeling on earth. We both pulled away at the same time, panting. Damon and Scarlet, two different people brought together by fate but separated by life. Will they find each other again and just live with the memories of what that had??

"God, you're adorable," he chuckled, stepping towards me. When I felt his warmth right in front of me, a soft moan escaped my lips. He was close enough for me to catch the musky scent of his cologne. "Do you want me that bad?" My breath hitched, and my fingers dug into the slightly damp fabric of his coat. His hand buried itself in my hair, tugging my head back. My lips parted, hoping for a kiss, but he kept me waiting. "Please," I whispered, desperate, his lips so close they brushed over mine. "Please, I'm begging you..." ˜˜˜ He would rather end up on the streets homeless than go back home. Oscar has three jobs, debts since he was seventeen, and a dream: to open his own dance studio and make a living from it. He wants his dance group to become famous. He aims to quit his main job as a tattoo artist and achieve independence. With his financial struggles, his dream seems distant. But when Oscar is offered a large sum of money after a one-night stand--despite his pride being reluctant to accept--the dream suddenly feels within reach. Now, he has no choice but to confront and finally overcome the deep-seated childhood trauma buried within him.

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.