Landon's want for a fairy tale romance and children have always been important to him. Necessary even. He really thought he was going to end up with all of that until his partner of 5 years cheated on him, crushing his heart with the news. Now, Landon has been tossed aside and forced to work with the very man that broke his heart. Life honestly couldn't get any worse. That is until a mysterious alpha catches Landon's attention at a lounge one night and they have a one night stand, at least that's what Landon thought it was... **Man x Man story with Mpreg**

In a single moment, Simon's life had turned upside down. Homeless, packless, rejected, and without his beloved family, Simon had lost all he's known to the person he was supposed to call his soulmate, Vince. Ostracized from his own home, Simon must learn to survive on his own, dealing with unruly rogues, and the emotional toll of the mate pull. When all hope seems lost, Simon faces an ultimatum that could change his life, for better or worse. Intended for Mature audiences. TW/CW: death, suicidal tendencies, assault, toxic relationships, PTSD, panic attacks, manipulation, child abuse, etc.

"You aren't the only one who can bite, love. Did you forget that?" I tensed, feeling his breath against the exposed flesh of my neck. "Don't-" "Why shouldn't I? You seem to have an issue understanding where you are right now." My hands began to shake as I felt his fangs scrap against my neck, sharp and almost ticklish. "I know you aren't stupid, Esma. You know what I'm capable of and yet you continue to test me. You are lucky that I am a very, very, patient man." I'd never been bit before but I knew it was excruciating. I braced myself for the pain, clenching my eyes shut, heaving in breaths that I tried to control but was too weak to do so. "I can feel your heart going a hundred miles a minute. Are you excited or afraid?" "Excited to be bitten by a vampire?" Aspen's teeth slowly dragged against my neck again, my tongue going dry. "You never know. Some humans find it enjoyable, but they're the ones who like pain. You remind me of them Esma, a little pain whore."

A prophecy followed Dmitri Volkov like a curse. It claimed he carried the soul of Olkov, the first vampire, a creature so ancient that even legends faltered when speaking his name. Dmitri never cared for prophecies, but the world did. His parents feared what lived in him. His people bowed to him. One wrong look from him could decide who survived the night. Still, there was a truth he never admitted. He wanted the bond his kind had lost. The kind of love that could break an immortal in half and rebuild him. He mocked it when he saw it in others, but he longed for it in silence. He sat hidden in the darkest corner of his Russian club, bourbon sharp on his tongue, bass shaking the floor under his boots. The room pulsed with heat and sin, but none of it touched him. Then it came. A scent. Soft. Warm. Alive. It hit him so hard his chest tightened. His guards tensed as he sat forward, hair falling from his face. The noise faded. The crowd blurred. He followed the scent like it pulled him by the spine. A voice followed it. Gentle. Shy. Tinged with irritation. It slid through the room and wrapped around him like a tether. His eyes found her. Red hair cascading to her waist. Golden skin lit up by the neon glow. A camera at her side. She stood in a world she did not belong to, unaware of the predator watching her from the shadows. He begged her to turn. She did. Their eyes met, and her soft gasp shattered something inside him. For the first time in centuries, Dmitri Volkov felt his dead heart try to wake. * I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE *

"Do you know how hard it is for me to share you with the world Angel?" He sits on the couch we where just standing in front of. "Every day I have to fight the urge to lock you somewhere only I can get to. Codziennie I have to convince myself to not cut off your legs or sever your spine so that you can walk anymore. So that you are only dependent on me." He talks about hurting me like it is a dream of his he wants to come true. Every day He pulls me onto his lap. I trimble in his arms. He is scaring me. "You talking like that to me makes me want to cut out your tongue. It makes me want to beat all thoughts of you disobeying me from you head." His grip on me tightens but his voice stays the same...calm. He talks to me in a tone that is like he is telling me a story about a princess locked in a tower. His eyes are still focused in on me, but I choose not to look at him. For the first time during our whole conversation he heightens his voice. "Look at me!" I jump up startled. His Russian accent is thick. Chapter Ten Author Book will be getting darker as you read along... Content warning Content contains... rape, murder, torture, non consensual acts, violence, bad language, and domestic violence. Please read at your own risk. I try to update frequently, but I might slip up here and there. This is not edited yet. I do ask that you guys help me by pointing out any mistakes you may notice. When I do write I do type fast and don't usually come back but eventually everything will be edited.

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Leah Morreti is just like any other nanny until hired to nanny the kids of the Mafia King. Luca Romano is the drop dead handsome King of Mafia, but his ex wife cheated on him. He would've killed her but he doesn't want his children growing up knowing he killed their mother. He has no time for kids, and every nanny that would come would try to become clingy to him instead of the children, this is his last straw, and maybe his second love. What happens if they find themselves tangled in a love that doesn't break? Excerpt * Then my thoughts went to Leah, to me Leah's like a white rose. She's pure and no one wants to mess it up, including me. If I try to be part of her life I'll be spilling blood all over her- Ruining her life forever. ************ #1- King (10/10/23) #3- forbindenlove (16/10/23) Ps. I do 1 or 2 chapter updates every day. ~Xyclonia❤️

Panic seized me as he grasped my arms and buried his face in the hollow of my neck, his warm breath igniting a fire within me. I felt myself losing control, surrendering to a sensation I had never known. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest as he released me. "How ironic." His words were cryptic, a puzzle I couldn't solve. A gust of wind tore through the space between us, and I stumbled back as his grip loosened.

Adam Sage, a Detective from Massachusetts discovers a vampire who mistakenly mates with him. Adam has no choice but to surrender to a bond he never asked for. 🏅Rank #8 in bxb 🏅Rank #4 in fangs 🏅Rank #5 in omega 🏅Rank #2 in humanxvampire 🏅Rank #6 in vampire

"You're scared of me," he accused. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation kicking in, but I shook my head. "No, I'm scared your blood will stain my couch." He blinked a few times and then a shadow of a smile broke out on his face. "I'll buy you a new one." ... A wife who died a mysterious death and a "my way or the highway" attitude, Manolo Raymond was not to be trusted. Anyone with ties to the underworld knew that, which was why Wesley did what he could to stay out of the mafia prince's path. He had one goal: to finish paying off his debt to Manolo's older brother and then never see their faces again. However, his plans were thrown out the window when he returned home one night to find his house broken into and an injured Manolo Raymond bleeding on his couch, demanding refuge.