Gabe is the only virgin in the Harem. A Harem meant for the gods and the royalty. As a devoted follower of the enigmatic god Deroki, Gabe's life takes a dramatic turn when the very deity he worships begins to defile him. Destined for a purpose greater than he can comprehend, Gabe may hold the key to salvaging Deroki, the god of winter, from himself. Will the god's dangerous allure consume him, or will his love change the mischievous god's ways? 🔞Meant for Mature Audience Knotting and Mating

What happens when you meet the right person at the wrong time? There was nothing more disheartening than finding your mate only to realize you can't be together. Arthur's mate was going to marry his twin brother. And he wasn't going to stop him. After all, he couldn't give him what his brother could...a family. The only thing Kyle ever wanted was a family. As someone who had grown up in an orphanage, he never knew what having a family felt like. With Jonathan, he tried to build a family of his own. The only problem was Johnathan's twin brother. The guy who had Kyle's heart first. Things shake up when tragedy strikes in their lives. Heartache came along. In the aftermath of Jhonathan's death, Arthur and Kyle are now face to face with their hidden emotions. Secrets unveil heartbreaks. Will Arthur and Kyle be able to surf through the ups and downs to find love again? *** This Book Two of 'My Sweet Boy | Omegaverse' But it can be read as a standalone.

17year old jasmine or as they call her dess/destiny has a crush on the most notorious heartless don known as Xavier or as they call him killa/don. Jasmine got her crush yes but what will the obstacles be between those two. Putting a smile on my face before I entered the house I walked in and everywhere was pitch black. Silently walking in the living room trying to not make any noise the light suddenly came on, Frighten I turned around to see Xavier sitting on the single sofa with a bottle of Hennessey drinking while looking at me. "𝚆𝚎𝚑 𝚢𝚊𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒", he glared at me putting down the bottle " 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚐𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚋𝚣", I laughed nervously at him taking off my shoes "𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎", he took his gun from his waist putting it on the center table Walking towards him with sweaty palms and a fast beating heart wondering if he found out about what I did. " 𝚢𝚞𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚞𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏", "𝚆𝚊𝚑 𝚞 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋", I said my eyes never leaving him as he stoop before me. Looking at me dead in the eyes "𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋", he smiled Gripping me by the neck he whispered " 𝚃𝚎𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚢𝚞𝚑 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜", will these two lovers get over their obstacles or will they let the obstacles get over them? There would be typos to be corrected but I will be fixing them once I'm finished with writing please to note this is my first time writing a story so bare with me thank you💋

Samir Johnson has seen it all, survived it all, and buried more than most men could carry. To the world, he is the polished face of a multimillion-dollar tech company, a quiet, cold-hearted visionary with money, power, and control wrapped neatly in a designer suit. But behind the scenes, Samir is known as Saint, and in the streets he rules alongside his best friend Elijah, better known as Bishop. Calculating, distant, and feared, Samir has built a life that looks solid from the outside while everything beneath it quietly rots. After losing his fiancée and unborn daughter in a tragic car crash, then losing his mother not long after, grief hollowed him out in ways no amount of money and power could fix. Love feels like something he no longer deserves, and with his mind caught in a constant war between living and letting go, Samir has been spiraling for longer than anyone knows. Stationed in Atlanta with his brothers, he makes one final attempt to find peace by turning toward the church, hoping maybe God can reach a place in him nobody else has. Then he meets her, and everything changes. Harmoni Sinclair has always belonged to the church. Raised by a devoted pastor, she grew up with faith woven into her bones and carried that strength with her into adulthood. She remained active in the church as a Sunday school teacher while also building a life as a preschool teacher, believing in kindness, purpose, and the kind of love that feels safe. It was there she met her husband, and what began as something beautiful ended in heartbreak when a robbery gone wrong stole him from her life. Four years later, Harmoni is still carrying grief that never fully loosened its grip, trying every day to find the light at the end of a tunnel that seems to stretch on forever. Then she meets Samir, a man burdened by ghosts, silence, and pain so heavy. What begins as two broken people standing in the wreckage of their separate losses unfolds into something unexpected, healing and beautiful.

Ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Yeah... I have. Don't recommend. I'm Lue'elle, by the way, call me Lue. Elle works too, honorable mention to my 'mom' for the name. Now, for the juicier part. Giordano? Definitely not my cup of tea. Let's just say I didn't like him. At all. But life, being the cruel little joke it is, decided to throw me and him into the same orbit. As if fate, or some sadistic writer, was testing how much hell a person can handle before they snap. One night. Wrong place. Wrong time. Turns out, hating him was the easier part. Actually, whatever this is between us might just drag you straight to hell... and back. Elle. Xoxo. Ranking🥇 #1 in Caribbean #1 in Jamaica

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 Cyrene Scott spent her entire life fighting poverty with faith. With a sick mother depending on her, unpaid bills stacking up, and dreams she buried long ago, getting a job at Ibex was supposed to be the start of a better life-not the beginning of a dangerous one. Then she meets him. The son of a wealthy Chinese businessman feared across Kingston. Cold. Protective. Mysterious. A man carrying responsibilities darker than Cyrene could ever imagine. She prays for peace. He was born into violence. But no matter how hard they try to stay apart, their worlds continue to collide. And in a city where loyalty is deadly and love is dangerous, Cyrene may discover that some blessings arrive disguised as battles.

"So," Taehyung said, voice light. "What brings the infamous Jeon Jungkook to my doorstep? Curiosity? Boredom? A bet gone terribly wrong?" Jungkook's eyes narrowed. "You knew who I was." "Of course," Taehyung replied, unfazed. "Everyone knows who you are. Doesn't mean I care." That amused smirk never left his lips. But it was the eyes that said everything-and nothing. Jungkook didn't sit. "I want to talk business." "And I'm a pleasure worker," Taehyung said, raising a brow. "We usually don't mix well." "I have to marry you." Silence. "Well," he said softly, lips parting in the smallest smile. "That's the most original pick-up line I've heard all week."