Humanity faces extinction after a virus outbreak destroys the entire male population. The last generation of women are desperate, and the answer to their global disaster has fallen out of the sky. An alien species has agreed to attempt reproduction with humans, and Harley, one of the last remaining women, is ready to travel through space to do whatever it takes to save humanity. However, plans are changed when the humans crash land on the wrong planet, and she meets a primitive alien named Jai. He's not exactly what she had been expecting, but he's more than willing to breed her. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Mature audiences only.

Knox has spent years perfecting the art of not giving a damn. He has spent his whole life keeping people at arm's length, working late shifts, smoking through the exhaustion, and surviving each day with the numb detachment of someone who learned too young that caring only leads to pain. The art club he joins for extra credit is supposed to be just another chore. Instead, he founds a new obsession and four artist that, turns out, aren't as bad as he thought. Knox doesn't want redemption. He doesn't believe in healing arcs or clean endings. But as the weight of his past presses closer, and the present demands choices he can no longer postpone, he's forced to confront a question he has never allowed himself to ask: What happens when running is no longer enough?

"What did he - Where did he touch you?" His voice had hardened, mad. I swallowed and looked down. "You son of a-" He walked off the porch, angrily running his hands through his hair. "What did he look like? I'm swear I'm gonna kill him. Tell me what he looked like? Are there cameras?" I shook my head. I didn't want to look him in the eyes. "I swear. That son of- Violet, tell me what he looked like." He came closer. Tears filled my eyes, "... I can't," I said, my voice started to shake. "I... I don't, I can't." I swallowed, biting down on the inside of my cheek, trying not to cry. He stood there quietly for a moment, before he leaned down, his voice was softer, "Violet, I'm sorry. I just... I'm so mad right now. I'll kill him." ▪︎●▪︎ Violet, who endured a harrowing childhood, struggles to heal from her history. As she navigates the shadows of her past, Violet finds solace in an unexpected connection with Dominic, her best friend's older brother. Drawn to Violet's vulnerability, Dominic craves to understand the pain and the secrets she guards. However, Violet's fear and scars run deep, leaving her paralyzed with fear. Dominic displays a genuine kindness and care towards Violet that sets him apart from others. However, his contrasting behavior towards those around him raises questions about the depths of his character. Despite Violet's growing affection for Dominic, she remains haunted by the scars of her childhood, making it difficult for her to trust and share her painful secrets. As their bond deepens, Violet finds solace in Dominic's unwavering support and kindness, grappling with the decision to confide in him, knowing that revealing her past could either strengthen their connection or shatter it completely. Will Violet find the courage to open up to Dominic, allowing him to understand the depths of her pain? Or will her fear of reliving the horrors she endured keep her locked in silence, forever guarding her heart? #1 Trauma

"Go home Teddy, I don't have the self control you think I do." "I think I'll take that second drink." ~ Teddy Bray didn't know how he let himself get here. He was stuck in a toxic relationship he couldn't get himself to leave. He was a fixer and when it came to his girlfriend Taylor, Teddy should have known there was nothing he could do to fix their relationship. All it took for things to finally change was one look from Cole Madden. Cole had a type and when that type walked into his bar it was hard to say no. Even if that man had his sister clung to him like a leech. They couldn't be together but as tensions rise they both find out just how much self control they really have.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

Juliet Sullivan's been married to Simon for eight years. Almost a decade if you add their dating and engagement period. When Simon buries his face and emotions in work, neglecting Juliet along the way, she begins to wonder if she's ever been happy. She loves her husband, but what happens when her husband becomes uninterested in saving their marriage. Juliet's always wanted children and that big happy family, so she searches for her own happiness even if it means straying away from her husband. Toby and Caleb have been together for years. Best friends turned lovers, they have been through thick and thin. Their eyes are set on Juliet, and they'll do whatever it takes to win her, love her, and keep her. You know what they say, good things come in threes.

Luin Sorelle is good at pretending. At seventeen, he knows how to smile when people are looking, how to laugh at the right moments, and how to hide the truth in his eyes. At home, it's different. His mother's words are sharp, her temper worse. She's been that way ever since his dad left when Luin was five. Blaming him for everything, even the hunger in his stomach. She started giving him less food, and over time, he just stopped wanting to eat at all. When his mom gets another job, they move again. New town. New school. Luin plans to keep his head down and stay invisible. But then he meets the Rennick triplets. Adrian, Cassian, and Rowen. They're confident, intense, and seem to watch him like they know something he doesn't. What will happen? 2025/09/29- #1 depression, #1 bxbxbxb, #2 bxb! Thank you so much for all your support!♥☻♥

Like a bolt of lightning, this stupid boy appeared in my life. First day of summer break between first and second grade, he just appeared- standing on my porch like he was born there. Straight brown hair, wide dark eyes and a fresh sunburn across his cheeks. He was already talking before I even opened the door. I don't know how it happened but it's been ten years. And he's still here. Talking, whether or not I'm listening. Laughing, even if no one else is. He's still too quick- racing around the world like he's scared he's going to miss it. He's gotten taller...much taller. His hair is a little longer, a little wavier, but under the light it still looks the same golden brown it did when we were nine. And now, finally, he was a high school graduate. We both were. Like a bolt of lightning he appeared and like the sun he refused to disappear. _____________________________________________ I fell asleep with my chin pointed at him, the outline of his face being the last thing I saw. How was I supposed to do this? It had always been difficult, hiding this secret, keeping him close. But now, my focus was starting to slip. I couldn't see anything but his lips, his hands, his smile. I couldn't hear anything but my name in his mouth, his jagged breaths and that loud laugh. How am I supposed to be okay with this? How am I supposed to focus on anything other than him? #1- slowburn- 11.10.25🥇 #1- friends to lovers- 11.01.25🥇 #1- fluffandsmut- 11.02.25🥇 #1- college- 11.06.25🥇 #1- best friends- 11.12.25🥇 #1- teammates- 12.04.25 🥇 #1- college roommates- 12.30.25🥇 #1- mental health- 01.02.2026 🥇 #1- gay love- 01.02.2026 🥇 #2- roommates- 12.18.25🥈 #3- bxblove- 11.30.25🥉 #4- boyxboy- 11.01.25 #4- lgbt- 11.15.25 #14- boyxboyromance- 12.15.25 #22- basketball- 12.15.25

Rayne has a routine, a plan. He lives life according to this routine. A few times a week, his routine allows him a few hours to hide away in his diner. Everything is always the same in this diner, even the variances are consistent. That is, until the gray-haired manager hires a new waiter who moves about like a tornado. This boy does not know Rayne's "usual" or his proclivity to be left alone so he can watch and study the people living around him. This new waiter disrupts his routine in all the worst ways and Rayne can't help but hate him. He doesn't seem to care, however, continuing to disrupt Rayne and see Rayne and pop Rayne's bubble of safety, and ask Rayne questions that he doesn't want to answer. It was all quite aggravating really. •••••• He looked vaguely familiar, like an ancient statute carved from marble or a delicately crafted oil painting you can see only in the galleries in Europe. He was all but perfect, just one minor flaw over his eyebrow- a scar where hair refused to grow, leaving a pale gash to interrupt his dark eyebrow. I noticed, between all my studying of this strange man's face, that his lips were moving. I had no desire to hear what he was saying. I was content to just watch. The ways his lips parted and pressed together, his porcelain teeth teasing an appearance behind them. I watched him speak, not hearing a word, until he stopped, his lips curving up and open on one end in an aggravating smirk. I don't know why it aggravated me, but it did. I furrowed my brows and removed an earbud, moving my eyes back up to his. His eyes seemed to aggravate me too. They looked all too teasing, all too amused. 🎖️ #1- love- Dec 18, 2025🥇 #1- slowburn- Dec 18, 2025🥇 #2- boyxboy- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #2- bxb- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #2- manxman- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #10- lgbt- Dec 26, 2025

In a world where marks appear on a select few individuals, Spencer lives in solitude and constant fear as one of the marked. These marks spread across his skin and appears to be veins bleeding black ink. Those without marks, or the "clean" people, detest those with marks. They target them and attack them and Spencer, living as the only openly marked boy in his town, feels like prey being hunted. Just as there is someone at the bottom of the social hierarchy, there must be someone at the top. Elio lives as the schools perfect "Golden Boy". But even perfect boys have secrets. ******** His golden hair appeared almost silver under the moon. His eyes were just as steady and just as terrifying. I didn't dare take a breath. He dropped his hand and smiled and I winced. I literally winced. He gestured to my headphones and with shaky hands I slipped them off, watching his smile bleed across his face, dripping with a new kind of terror I couldn't quite place. "Hey," he said, light and typical of his golden boy persona, "I've seen you around at school." I blinked at him, not used to a conversation this civil proceeding a murder attempt. "I'm Elio," he smiled again. It didn't reach his eyes. Again. I swallowed, hard and dry. "I know." 🏅 #1- Boyxboy- Dec 30, 2025🥇 #1- Slowburn- Dec 30, 2025🥇 #3- bxblove- Jan 03, 2026 🥉