Andy realizes the hard way that he's too pretty for prison. Unfortunately he's already caught the eye of the most dangerous inmate in Third Block. [COMPLETE] Warning: Dark Romance, Obsession, Prison

New story!!! BxB, this story is about a 25-year-old guy named Jamie whose new boyfriend, Daniel, is a little... off. He's a super tall, quiet, and poetic dude who's great to have around, but he's also really mysterious about his past and has some seriously strange habits. Things go from weird to completely insane when Daniel suddenly panics and kidnaps Jamie by basically teleporting him to his home world. It turns out that "overseas" was a massive understatement, because Daniel's home is a land of giants. Now, Jamie is stuck, totally freaked out, and literally the size of a doll in a world not built for him. He's forced to rely on his now super-sized and seriously possessive boyfriend, whose idea of "safety" feels a lot like being a prisoner.

「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」 ── My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there. ❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞ ── 𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮: I'm mute. I haven't spoken since the night my world drowned in blood and screams. The night I became a ghost in my own life. My stepbrother made sure I never forgot what I'd done. His fists, his venom, his cruel hands. They were my punishment. Everyone else sees a broken orphan. They look away. Pity me. They're easy to fool with silence and sad eyes. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw through me from the first rose left on my bakery doorstep. Then came the shadows, lingering too long and the suffocating certainty that he was always near. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: I was made in blood and scripture. A Reaper dressed in priest's black, sent to smash skulls and drag filthy souls back to God by the throat. Violence is the only good I've ever answered to. I'm not supposed to want him. This quiet little ghost with flour on his hands and forest green eyes that speaks the words his lips refuse. I'm not supposed to burn for the one thing my faith condemns. But the moment I saw him, something inside me cracked. Now I'm obsessed and fucking addicted. He bakes bread to feed the living. I break bones to save their souls. We were never meant to touch. But God put this hunger in me for a reason. And I was never a man who denied his calling. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned ──

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. In the heart of a chilling underworld, two powerful and ruthless brothers reign with an iron grip. Bound by a sinister bond, their obsession fixates on a single woman, a possession they'll stop at nothing to claim. As the lines between desire and danger blur, the depths of their twisted infatuation plunge into darkness, promising a tale of thrilling suspense and tumultuous passion. Will she succumb to their desires, or will she find a way to break free from the grip of their malevolent love? ... Not for persons under the age of 18!!! You have been double warned. Slow updates!!

Raina is forced to marry a man from her enemy kingdom. He is a dark powerful beast and she is innocent rose.

Getting pregnant by one of the cruelest, horniest, and most powerful ancient immortals was the worst thing that ever happened to Deimos. In an attempt to move on with this life, his mate, Death himself, kills any man he lays his eyes on-he's not allowed to be happy unless it's with him. "My life would be simpler if you didn't kill every poor soul that took me out on a date," Deimos muttered, applying lotion to his hands. "This is tiresome. Blame no one but yourself. If you think I'm going to sit by and let someone else fuck my mate then you're mistaken," Death coldly asserted. "Especially when I could be between those thighs right now."

| Book 3: Torn Series | Ecko Cahill hates his body. With dramatic curves and a mangled left forearm that constantly attracts a slew of unwelcome eyes, the introverted Omega chooses to spend most of his days tucked away, tending to a private vegetable garden at the edge of his fathers' pack lands instead of facing his fears. But when one day, Ecko stumbles across a massive, bleeding wolf instead of a garden full of curly kale, he will soon have no choice but to face the concept that not every problem can be solved by hiding out in paradise. Growing up in a household of full werewolves who could easily give the circus a run for their money is already a difficult feat in itself. But throwing a wounded, oversized, non-English-speaking mate from an all-too-familiar Feral pack into the mix? Man, that's just asking for trouble. ~ This book can stand alone but I recommend reading the second book in the series, CLAIMED, which focuses on Ecko's parents, before this one ~ WARNING. THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES.

*Editing this story so that i can come back and continue writing it as of 12/17/25* Smalls towns were supposed to be calm, right? Micah was questioning that more and more the longer they were there. Dead bodies, domineering predators, and a man who's scent alone made him weak at the knees. Things Micah once thought were myths & legends come barreling into his life, changing everything he thought he knew. 18+ M/M

Louis' a boarding school student, too curious for his own good. Harry's an original vampire that doesn't like being disturbed.