A homeless thief breaks into a house that has nothing worth stealing - except for the heart of a lonely man who is obsessed with time. ***** Blake has been living on the streets for his entire life. He never went to school, and never had a job, except for one: he is a thief, and a pretty good one at that. His new plan is to break into a rich house, steal everything he can, and move on. Everything goes well during the night of robbery right until he discovers the family secret: there is nothing worth stealing. Disappointed, he is ready to leave empty-handed, but then he stumbles on something he never thought he could possibly want, and moving on isn't an option anymore. Risking his freedom, he is now set to steal something from Time itself. || Gay || BxB || MxM || LGBT || Romance ||

Deri thinks it's always his fault. He makes mistakes and that's why Mason corrects him. He makes mistakes and Mason uses his fists to make sure he learns never to make the same mistakes again. But everything changed in November. Aizen never planned on moving into one of the building he owned. Deri barged into his life, into his apartment and just... never left. He never planned on being friends with Deri. He never planned on caring or falling for him. It all starts in November

"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.

Even when it gets to be too much, don't jump.

"There's more to life then what they're showing you Dai, just get out and explore"

Ian Foley is not a good man. At least, that's what he thinks. He's on his way to Alaska, looking for something to save his soul. On the way, he runs into a boy in need of a savior-or at the very least, a friend. But appearances aren't everything they seem. The mysterious Sam has secrets of his own, and soon Ian realizes he's in well over his head, on a ride that's out of control. It might be just the opportunity Ian needs to prove he's changed, or it might the final thing that tips the scales towards his ultimate ruin. [This story is a spin-off of "Heart's Blood." It's a stand-alone, but if you want to understand the character back-ground, you should read Heart's Blood first.] --- Warnings/disclaimers: This story contains strong language and explicit sexual content. --- This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

"𝐈𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐀 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭...𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭." •MPREG•

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.

[MxMxM] ~ COMPLETED. Blake Anderson is fine. Blake Anderson is not a charity case. Blake Anderson is not some stray dog that needs to be coddled. Don't treat him like one. He makes do. He makes ends meet. On the weeks, the months he can't find a job he suffers through cold winters and sweating summers. On the days he has a job, he suffers through the abuse, the shouting, and then the firing. But he has a roof over his head, and finds food for his belly. He's fine. Everything is fine. Until it isn't. [Book One.] WARNING: Explicit language, sexual themes, violence, 18+ only. Trigger Warnings: Physical abuse, substance abuse, sexual abuse, emotional abuse, manipulation, gun violence, death, stalking, kidnapping. There are more warnings at the end of the Prologue and in Chapter One. Please read with caution. Text copyright © YeetMyselfx 2017-Present. The moral right of the author has been asserted. All rights reserved. This story is published subject to the condition that is shall not be reproduced or retransmitted in whole or in part, in any manner, without the written consent of the copyright holder, and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law.

[COMPLETED] Oliver Kardos was the General of Bierze and Guardian of the Realms. He had dedicated his life to fighting a thirty-year war in hopes of keeping his family and soldiers safe. However, when his tyrant king had no further use for him, Oliver was stripped of his titles and forced to bear the villainous name "Ghost". Before he was sentenced to die, he found that the war, which claimed countless lives, was merely a distraction so his king could chase a fairytale to grant a selfish wish. Aggrieved, Oliver wished for another chance in life. He was supposed to die. However, instead of death, he found that he was sent back in time before the war began. Determined to change his fate along with the world's, he will make different choices. Old mistakes will be remedied, past regrets will be rewritten, and former enemies will now stand by his side as allies-Including his past life's greatest opponent, General Draco of Rucrea. Sometimes, wishes do come true. ***Contains violence, strong language, and sexual content*** Fantasy|Magic|Male x Male