"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.

Dave east fanfic w his two girlies 😩

𝘈𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦,𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺,𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴. -"𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚,𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌?"- -"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺"- -"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭"-

Malika Danai is pressure. Friendly, social, and loved by all, Malika thrives in college and is often seen as a mirage - seemingly real and attainable but disappears when approached. She's a party girl to the core. Loves to drink, flirt, and explore with her best friends, Ayana and Isabella. Her beauty is undeniable. With curly black hair cascading over her shoulders and golden-brown skin that glows no matter where she's at, Malika's presence is impossible to ignore. Her dark brown eyes often sparks with mischief, and her full two-toned lips often curves into teasing grins that hints at secrets she rarely shares. Malika excels at a lot of things but she was never the study type. She prayed the night before exams and hoped that her grades would at least give her a passing score and somehow, that always worked. Until now... Her grades are barely holding on- good enough to pass, but not good enough for a sorority like the Alpha Kappa Alpha (AKA). She wants to join. No she needs to. It's the only way she can prove to her mother that she's worth it. And she'll do whatever it takes. Even if it means casting her pride aside to get help from the boy who loathes her existence. Meanwhile... Theo Sinclair is a weapon. A robotic academic weapon that nobody can beat. Coming from an old money family where the expectations and bars are set high, Theo surpasses them all and is often pushed towards greatness by his family. Yet he has a big flaw: boredom Because of his uncaring attitude towards everything and everyone around him, Theo is often alone. Deliberately avoiding attention and validation from peers; he thrives in the silence and rhythm of his own scheduled routines. He has only one rule; 'Never let myself feel things I can't control.' To him, parties are vile. An enigma vastly contrasting his reverence for solitude, silence, and carefully ordered thoughts. So when he's pushed into an unwanted arrangement, he resents the intrusion because slowly, his rule...

𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

Adey Tesfeye lives a life of quiet invisibility, carefully managing her anxiety and keeping the world at a safe distance. Sweet and trusting, she often finds herself taken advantage of but avoids confrontation at all costs. Her routine is predictable, her walls high, and her heart locked away-until she crosses paths with Dayvon "Von" Bennet. Von is a hardened drug dealer from the streets of Chicago, a man used to control, manipulation, and survival by any means necessary. His dangerous lifestyle has left him detached and weary, but when he meets Adey by chance, he becomes fixated on her softness-her fragility in a world as ruthless as his. What starts as curiosity spirals into obsession as Von begins to see himself as her protector, despite the chaos he brings into her life. As Von infiltrates Adey's world, their connection grows in ways neither of them expects. Adey, drawn to Von's intensity and the promise of safety, begins to let down her guard, unaware of the lengths he'll go to keep her close. But with her best friend growing suspicious and Von's grip tightening, Adey is forced to question whether her growing feelings are love or a dangerous illusion. In The Butterfly Effect, vulnerability and control collide in a slow-burn, high-stakes romance that blurs the lines between protection and possession. Will Adey find the strength to reclaim her life, or will Von's obsession consume them both? COVER AND BANNER CREDIT: K4SHMAYY

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I just want a girl that I can't call a hoe, A girl I would never cheat on, a mate for my soul ❧ potter paper Based somewhere in London. Book 1 in the 3LDN series! -- Riyah has mastered the art of pretending she's fine. Kareem has mastered the art of never letting anyone know when he's not. They're complete opposites in all the ways that matter. She avoids problems. He solves them. She talks when she's nervous. He barely talks at all. What starts as a reluctant friendship slowly becomes something neither of them knows how to handle. But life doesn't stop just because people are trying to figure themselves out. Families are complicated. Friendships are messy. The past doesn't stay buried. And growing up means learning that sometimes love isn't enough to save people from themselves.

A camp for the Italian Mafia and dept to be paid. Who will Marco pick when it comes down to the next donna and the mother to his heir? What will Elaya do when she finds out her whole life was a lie, and that she had been training for this very moment? They both wish to be free, but they only seem to trap each other. ••• "So you can talk to other men but have nothing to say to me?" I asked, my jealousy bleeding into my words before I could stop it. "Yep." She shrugged again, her nonchalance like a dagger to my pride. "Elaya, I'm a greedy man," I said, my voice low and deliberate. "I don't share what's mine." "Neither do I," she said quietly, her tone soft but firm. There it was again-her fire, her defiance. It was maddening and intoxicating all at once. She continued, her voice calmer now. "But over the last four months, I've learned that life doesn't care what we want." I smirked, leaning closer, unable to resist. "You're mistaken. I always get what I want." She turned to face me fully, crossing her arms. I could feel the heat of her gaze, the challenge in her stance. "Really? And what exactly do you want, Marco?" "Isn't it obvious?" I asked, my voice dropping as I held her gaze. "I want you." ••• "You didn't tell me you were going to fucking seduce him. And then you turn off your mic so i couldn't hear anything." Her jaw tightens, but she doesn't back down. "I'm not arguing about the fact that I did my job. I did what needed to be done, and I did it well." She pauses, and her eyes narrow just slightly. "But if you want to argue, then let's talk about why you've been acting so cold to me ever since the kiss." ••• SLOW BURNNNN🔥 !!!

one of those queer stories about enemies to lovers