"A mafia boss submitting to the enemy mafia boss"(BL-SexScenes⚠️) He used to make men kneel. Now he shivers when I whisper in his ear. Damian doesn't rule anymore. Not when he's under me. Not when he begs. They call him the Blood King. Cold. Brutal. Untouchable. The head of blood Marker. But in my hands, he's nothing but a dog in heat. A trembling body caged in silk and steel. Fighting to hold onto pride while I take him and fuck him-slowly, deeply, completely. I don't need knives to break him. Just a hand at his throat. A kiss that doesn't stop. A voice in the dark telling him what he is now: Mine. He hates me. He wants me. He moans when I touch him like he belongs to me. And soon, he will. No thrones. No power. Just his mouth moaning my name and his body bent for more. This war won't end with bullets. It'll end with him on his knees.

Chris was once an affluent demon. Born in the Human Realm, he had everything, until his whole life got flipped upside down in a nasty divorce. To make matters worse, his parents, who were banished to Hell, have traded him to the Demon King in exchange for leniency on their crimes. If he plays his cards right, Chris might find a way to make this situation work in his favor. That is, if the Demon King doesn't grow tired of him first. ------------------- This is book 3 in a series, but can be read as a standalone.

{Book Three In : The Alpha's Trilogy} Symon was on the run. He's been on the run so long that he wasn't even sure what the point was anymore. But all his running and hiding was finally starting to come to an end with the threat of his nephew's life being in danger. But the question looms over Symons head. Was all the running worth it? Or will he end up like his fathers before him?

Sylvester 'Sylver' Stanton vs. Enzo Jilani In a world where vampires and werewolves are eternal rivals, two extraordinary beings defy the odds and find an unexpected bond that transcends their species... Enzo, the gorgeous heir to the Jilani vampire legacy, has spent his life balancing duty and indulgence, reveling in the pleasures of his eternal youth. But his carefully curated existence spirals into chaos when he reunites with his destined soulmate-a meeting that sparks an uncontrollable frenzy of passion. Sylver, a smoldering hot, carefree, yet powerful werewolf-warlock hybrid born of an alpha lineage, is unprepared for the fiery connection he feels with the devastatingly seductive Enzo. Drawn together by forces beyond their control, their bond ignites a love so intense it threatens to rewrite the rules of their rivaling worlds. As they navigate the dangers of forbidden desire and the weight of their powerful legacies, Enzo and Sylver must face the ultimate test of loyalty and love. Will their unprecedented bond shatter ancient rivalries-or doom them both? Dive into a tale of passion, power, and destiny where nothing is as it seems.

Enzo and Eva had always been together since they were in the womb. Because of that they were more dependant on each other than anything. Eva, the older twin, would talk for Enzo while he stayed silent content with being the silent one. And with all the things they went through as kids Enzo became a selective mute. But one day something snaps, Enzo wants to be more than the silent twin. He wants to explore make friends, experience things that were taken from him as a child. And that's when he met, Amare, a beautiful young black man who's also trying to find himself. Enchanted by his beauty, Enzo is set on making Amare his while Amare is set on being Enzo's friend due to their age difference. Will Amare help Enzo find his voice? Or will Enzo discover scars Amare tries desperately to hide?

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.

Penpaling an inmate was not something Andre would ever do in his life until his best friend coaxed him into it. PREVIEW/SNEAK PEAK "W-Wait," Andre breathes as he takes a step back. Armand smiled showing his pretty teeth and dimples. They looked so much better in person was all Andre could think. He was taken away by Armand's beauty. "Mon Chéri, Did you miss me?" Armand rasped his deep tone doing something unfathomable to Andre. Taking a step inside Andre's apartment, Armand licked his lips as he followed Andre whilst closing the front door behind him. "W-When did you g-get out?" Andre quried. His heart banged loudly against his chest and his back hit lightly againt a wall as he was cornered by Armand. "Today, I came as quickly as I could, Because someone decided to pull a little stunt," Andre had thought hearing Armand on the phone was a turn-on automatically but hearing it in real life transcended him. "And h-how did you find out where I live?" Andre questioned whether he ever told Armand where he lived specifically in the city yet here he was. "Mon Chéri, enough with the questions," Armand growled clipping Andre's mouth shut. How dare he. He was lucky that he was too handsome to argue with. The camera from phones didn't do Armand no justice "Say, Andre, tilt your chin my way and part those pretty lips of yours and let me tongue fuck your mouth," he grunted making Andre gulp. Armand was very filthy on the phone calls and messages and Andre would of course entertain him but that was because he thought he would never get the chance to meet Armand in real life. Partially Armand being here was partly his fault. Because he had told the man that he wanted/thought to end their relationship. And the last thing Armand had sent was. "You're mine, Mon Chéri" Armand growled gripping Andre's chin. "Now part your lips before I bend you over," And just like that Andre parted his lips as his body trembled. Not with fear. But with excitement.

♧TW♧ Mentions of sensitive topics like self h*rm, su*cide, m*rder, sex*al ass*ult, etc. If these are triggering topic please click off now. This story is back under edition to try make it an even better masterpiece. --------------------------------------------------------- ♡Plot♡ What happens when a bullied boy falls in love with his bully? What happens when the 'strictly hetero' bully starts also becoming curious about their sexuality? Most importantly... what happens when three boys fall in love with each other but hold secrets and hide things from one another? It surely can't turn out right. --------------------------------------------------------- ♧Details♧ Currently rewriting my finished book from 2017 (i know, long time) into a third person and better story. Written: 24 August 2017 ---- 2 december 2017 1stly edited: 14 May 2019 ---- 15 January 2020 Rewritten: May 2025 ---

Full book on Good Novel (search: The Awkward Leaf) Luke was a prostitute, not that he had a choice. He was kidnapped when he was twelve and been sold and rented off to different men. At the age of 20, he was deemed damaged goods and left on the streets to die. Valentino Sero was a ruthless man, that is if you cross him. He runs hotels and casinos, as well as underground gun and drug trades. You know the gist, Italian man, involved with the mafia. One thing about him is he likes to take in broken people, help them and trap them into working in the mafia for the rest of their lives.

**This is the sequel to Call me kitten** If you read that one first, this one will make a lot more sense, link here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/282083105-call-me-kitten-boyxboy-love-✓ It's called living the dream. To have a great and well-paid job, an apartment to die for and a girlfriend who don't mind that you have some fun with others. Simon has all that and everything should be just peachy. But it simply isn't peachy when you happen to get a serious crush on two people at once. And those people happen to be your friends. And those friends happen to be a couple. To choose between the stability of the known and the thrill of the unknown is hard, but to risk losing your friends is even harder. Not to mention discovering that being dominant isn't all that you are. == Links == All socials, and spotify playlist is on my profile! == Disclaimer == # This is a boy x boy x boy polyam story # Contains explicit language and content (+18!!) # Contains acts of BDSM, so if you're not into that, beware (those chapters will begin with a warning)