She's used to being the punchline. He's ready to burn down the theater. Journee Doyle has perfected the art of invisibility. As a plus-size woman in a world obsessed with size zero, she knows her role: be the funny friend, the hard worker, and the one who takes every insult with a smile. By day, she's a ghost. By night, she waits tables at the prestigious Nocturne Crown Hotel, serving Manhattan's elite while trying to forget she exists. Until the night she can't. A backhanded compliment from a billionaire guest and a "clumsy" spill of red wine by a jealous waitress leave Journee humiliated in a room full of people who refuse to look her in the eye. She flees, thinking it's just another scar to hide. She's wrong. Someone was looking. Andrés Morales-the elusive, ruthless CEO of the Nocturne Crown empire. A man who rules New York from the shadows. To him, Journee isn't invisible. She is inevitable. Andrés saw the insult. He saw the tears she tried to hide. And when he rewinds the security tape, his fascination snaps into a dark, primal obsession. He doesn't just want to comfort her; he wants to ruin anyone who ever made her feel small. When a custom gown arrives at her doorstep, sent to an unlisted address, Journee realizes this is no fairy tale. It's a hunt. She thinks he's playing a cruel game. She thinks a man like him could never want a woman like her. So she runs. But she's forgetting one thing: Andrés Morales owns the city. And he loves a chase. He doesn't want her to fit into his world. He's reshaping the world to fit her.

She was a devoted wife. A brilliant doctor. A woman who believed she understood her own boundaries. Then her husband's secret gambling debt drags them into the orbit of the city's most feared mafia don-and nothing is hers anymore. Taken from their home in the dead of night, she's forced to save a man who lives on violence and power. He's ruthless, untouchable, and devastatingly magnetic. Every look lingers too long. Every accidental touch ignites something dangerous. Every low, controlled word chips away at her resolve. She tells herself she's loyal. Married. Moral. But obsession doesn't care about vows. Late-night treatments blur into intimate confessions. Professional distance erodes into stolen moments. What begins as duty becomes temptation, then craving-an ache she can't silence and a man she can't escape. In a world where trust is lethal and desire is a liability, surrendering could cost her everything she's built. Or it could be the only thing that makes her feel alive.

𝑀𝐴𝑇𝑈𝑅𝐸 𝐶𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐸𝑁𝑇! 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. He is obsessed with me.. Will Alheri find love out of one's obsession or will his possessiveness run her away? Rowan Salvatore is a well known Don he runs businesses, gangs And a Mafia, he has never been obsessed before or in love but it all suddenly changed when he saw 𝐴𝑙ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑖 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ. "𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝘼𝙡𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩"

Tasha Clarke is twenty-seven and stuck. What was meant to be a temporary job at a golf club has stretched into years of serving drinks, forcing smiles, and enduring the leers of men twice her age. With her best friend Nyla's wedding on the horizon, Tasha can't help but feel left behind. Nyla has love, stability, and a future. Tasha has routine and a gnawing hunger for something more-something dangerous enough to make her feel alive again. Across the ocean, 30 year-old, Ignacio Montoya prepares to step into Seattle for the first time in years. His empire stretches across continents, claiming cities like New York, Chicago, Miami, and Los Angeles in blood and power. But Seattle remains unscarred-a weakness he intends to remedy. On the surface, Ignacio comes as a best man, to toast the wedding of his oldest friend. Beneath the tailored suit, however, lies a predator's intent. He sees Seattle not as a city of celebration, but as prey. Ignacio Montoya is a storm-silent until he breaks, relentless once he does. While Tasha aches for change and Ignacio charts his conquest, fate coils their paths together. What begins as a wedding celebration will unravel into something far more dangerous: a collision of hunger and power, yearning and control. When the storm finally reaches her, Tasha Clarke's life-and Seattle itself-will never be the same.

"You're being dangerous, babygirl." She grins, biting her bottom lip mischievously. "What do you mean?" She feigns innocence. I chuckle darkly. "I mean that if you keep touching my dick like this, I won't be able to stop myself from fucking you raw on this couch." Her expression doesn't waver. "You make that s-sound like it's a b-bad thing." She grabs onto my collar and pulls me down so our chests are touching. "I've been w-wanting your dick for months, Boss." ~{+++}~ Zora Lewis is a very simple girl. Raised by a single father, met her first love at seventeen, and hopes to get married and have children in the near future. She's timid-embarrassingly so- and sheltered due to her upbringing. But what happens when her boyfriend loses his job, forcing her to work for the first time in her life? And, even worse, her boss is the hottest man she's ever laid her eyes upon? Onyx Takahashi is full of surprises. He seems like your typical brooding, cocky, money-loving club owner on the surface. But under the surface? He's a loving big brother, a generous boss, and the leader of his own secret vigilante group that eradicates corrupt organizations. So yeah... he's got layers. What happens when a man so used to saving others and a woman is dire need to be saved meet? Now, you might think you can guess, but I assure you that you aren't ready for what happens. All I can say is this: Strap in for a wild ride. (I'm so bad at descriptions, plz just read. I promise it's not bad) Synopsis written: 7/16/25 Story started: 7/1/25 Story published: 1/31/26 Story completed: 4/6/26

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

Sevyn moved to Seoul chasing opportunity, not love. As the only non-Korean dancer at the city's most elite strip club, she commands the stage-and the attention. But when her possessive manager Sangmin starts controlling more than her schedule, things get messy. Then he walks in. Rich. Tattooed. Mysterious. Willing to drop $25,000 for a single dance-and offering a way out. But Sevyn isn't a prize to be won. With money, lust, and power circling like smoke, she'll have to decide: stay in control, or risk everything for something real. Exotic. Desired. Untouchable.

Johanna and Jose are from two different sides of the track, during the time of a power war between the Blacks and the Latinx's the two cross paths in more ways than one. How far are you willing to go to defend who you are? How far are you willing to go for love? What do you do when the two pull you to opposite sides?

[***WARNING**18+] This story contains abusive contents such as dark romance, torture,violence, abuse, and etc. If you are not comfortable with these type of things feel free to leave. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is my first book... I'm still learning but I hope you enjoy xoxo. -Author •Ivy Jade Harper• A woman who doesn't take disrespect from nobody and will put you in your place. Being a hard working lady and hoping to meet hers goals will all be stopped by the devil himself. •Dimitri Russo• A dangerous mafia king who could kill you with a word that comes from his mouth. Once he comes across Ivy Jade he knows that she will be his no matter what. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " What did I tell you Ivy?" he asked while wiping of the blood from his knuckles. " Y-you killed him." I whispered, my voice being to scared to say it out loud. " That's not the answer to my question." He said darkly, making me shiver at his words. " Now what did I tell you?" " Th-that I am yours." I answered. "And what else?" He asked. " And that I should not let nobody touch what's yours." I answered cowardly. "And what do you go and do my love?" He asked once again. " I went and let somebody touch what's yours." I said. He chuckled and looked at me evilly. "Now I have to teach you a lesson." He said ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A BWWM STORY HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in obsession #1 in intense #1 in blackwoman #1 in psyco #1 in sadistic #1 in crazy @theteahoney ©️ALL COPYRIGHTS RESERVED

It was just one night....i guess that's all it took. [Very Triggering] #2 wmbw 5/22/20 Completed!!!