{MxMxMxM} "I'm everything I can't be, and I hate it. But I can't do anything about the situation I'm in, so I'll have to deal with it. " .... Tycho Black was struggling with a few things in his life, with no one to save him but himself. He didn't really care, though, considering it was easy to block out unwanted things. Whether it was thoughts, physical or emotional pain, or anything else-- at the end of the day, none of it mattered to him. He didn't care that he could possibly feel some sick attraction to men, even though he had never felt attraction before. He didn't care about going home and being met with nothing but fear. And he certainly didn't care about Alexei Abbots or the other older and mysterious men Alexei was associated with. Alexei, in particular, though, was just a little weasel that wouldn't leave his mind. He thought he could block him out like every other person, like every other male that made him think in such a bad way. But somehow, for the first time, he couldn't force himself to forget the expression on the boy's face when his fist collided roughly with his jaw. ~ Alexei Abbots was happy. Really, really happy. He was open, free, and accepted by the two best women he had ever met, who completely turned his life around. Not only was he welcomed with open arms by his two mothers, but he was also met with the arms of two men he had a mutual fondness for: Riley Worthright and Xavier Mendoza. He was on top of the world, and his not-so-gentle past wouldn't change that. Neither would Tycho Black, the aggressive bully on campus, who seemed to get off on being a homophobic a-hole.

They call me their "true mate." I call them my golden cage. Five years ago, two powerful alphas stole me from my freedom, claiming fate had bound us together. They marked me, chained me, worshiped me - and locked me away. I escaped, over and over, each time swearing I'd never go back. But fate is cruel, and desire is worse. Every time we meet, my body remembers them... and my heart betrays me. I want freedom. They want me. And somewhere between the hunger, the fights, and the running, I'm starting to wonder if we all want the same thing.

In the Great Liang Empire, everyone knew two things. The Third Prince was as beautiful as white peach blossoms in spring. And the ruthless General was as cold as mountain rain. One lived like a free bird behind palace walls, smiling, laughing, and causing endless trouble. The other stood on blood-stained battlefields with a face no one dared approach. They should never have crossed paths. Yet some meetings are written long before people realize it. Under white peach blossoms and cold mountain rain, a story quietly begins. Ranked No. 1 in MxM stories out of 27k stories

At Silver Fang Institute (SFI), status is everything. Alphas rule. Betas endure. Omegas submit. And Enigmas? They're nothing but myths. But when the moon weaves an unexpected bond, rules begin to break, secrets unravel, and fate bind together what society swore could never exist. Three souls who should never have crossed paths. Three hearts bound by the moon. In a world of hierarchy, wealth, and secrets, their bond might be the most dangerous - and the most beautiful - of all What was never allowed became what could never be broken.

Ghost Fox never belonged to anyone. Auren Valcrest was supposed to be the perfect omega: beautiful, obedient, sellable. Instead, he became a thief. A ghost hidden beneath noble silk. A legend whispered through the city's underground. When an arranged marriage forces him into the estate of Kael Draven - one of the most feared alpha trade lords in the country - Auren expects another gilded cage. What he doesn't expect is an alpha who never tries to own him. Kael is patient where others were cruel. Gentle where the world taught Auren to expect violence. And terrifyingly willing to let him choose. But freedom has been Auren's only goal for years. One year. One contract. Then he's gone. At least... that was the plan. Because somewhere between stolen kisses, dangerous secrets, bloody aristocratic politics, and nights spent tangled safely in Kael's arms- Ghost Fox begins to wonder if there really is such a thing as home. And whether someone like him is allowed to stay long enough to find it.

In a city where power is currency and mercy is a myth, Lucas survives behind a bar-soft, trembling, already half-broken by debts he never made. Then she sees him. Ariadne Wolfe, the mafia queen who does not love gently, does not want briefly, and never lets go. Taken as payment. Kept as possession. What begins as fear slowly blurs into longing, obsession tangles with devotion, and captivity starts to feel dangerously close to desire. This is not a love story born in light. It is forged in shadows-where control feels like protection, and surrender feels like fate.

After twenty-five years of marriage, they thought life had settled into routine..... grown sons, steady routines, and a house ruled quietly by an observant grandmother. But when an unexpected late-life pregnancy shakes their carefully balanced world, whispers begin before congratulations do. In a society that believes omegas have an expiration date and parents should act their age, love becomes both shield and scandal. Their twenty-one-year-old son feels humiliated, the eighteen-year-old conflicted, and the grandmother unimpressed. Yet beneath embarrassment and gossip, something tender unfolds, a proof that desire does not fade with time, and that family sometimes grows when you least expect it. It is fiction, literally complete and utterly fictional okay Contains MPREG okay

Liam, an omega, and Noah, a beta, move into a shared apartment for a new life. But their roommates are two powerful alphas-Adrian, cold and dominant, and Kai, playful and unpredictable. What starts as awkward co-living turns into emotional chaos, jealousy, and forbidden attraction. In a world where bonds are written by instinct, will love follow rules... or break them completely?

One late-night call to India's emergency line 112 binds a detached operator and a dangerously controlled stranger. Voices become addiction, rules blur, and obsession turns predatory. But the "accident" was planned-and neither of them is innocent. In this dark psychological game, connection isn't it's a trap.

I was cornered in my room.. they all were here. I was sitting on antrey's lap with his hands around me like chains.. he was breathing me as if I'm the last bit of oxygen there left to survive. Abrasha was kneeling in front of me he kept his hold on my chin.. he was so close to my face that if I breath out our lips would touch. Then he moved closer to my side and whispered " Still don't remember us, kid...?" he knows I'm lying.. But he still wants to hear it from me.. I took out a shaky breath and answer him in small whisper... "no" " Lie " Anton says this... he come closer and kneel beside his brother. " You're lying. " he tells me while holding my eyes with his mismatching ones. " and liers get punished.." he says with smile that doesn't reach his eyes. NOTE: I DON'T OWN ANY PICTURES SHOWN IN STORY. CREDIT GOES TO RESPECTIVE OWNER. THE STORY CONTAIN BELOW THEMES, THE AUTHOR SUPPORTS NONE OF IT'S. Assisted suicide Possesive behavior Violence Gore Give it a try. Thank you. Sincerely, Your Writer.