Shen Lian wakes up and finds himself in an ancient room.He finds out that he has transmigrated from the modern era to the ancient era okay what the actual fuck????.Combine that with the fact that he transmigrated into a freaking male concubine and that the stupid emperor hates him and how he constantly tries to go back home and you'll know how much he keeps cursing his stupid luck. Happy reading!!!!

*** ♡~Strawberry Milk Book 2~♡ *** It's been two years since Felix left Korea. Since then, so much has changed, Felix's life feels like it has been turned upside down. Beomsun doesn't like him anymore, he's back living with his parents, and...he reaps the pain of his previous relationship with a little girl named Chaesun. Nothing is like it was before. And nothing will be the same again. Even after Felix runs into a familiar face. *** Thank you to @soupea for doing the cover for me!

One hotbox. One secret. Two boys who swore they were straight-until the smoke started messing with more than just their heads. Nic parties hard and lives louder, chasing highs and avoiding anything that feels too real. KT stays lowkey and unreadable, carrying a past he never talks about. They're nothing alike-but something clicks when they end up hotboxing in Nic's car at a random party. It was supposed to be just a vibe. But the more nights they spend together-talking, laughing, sharing things they shouldn't-the harder it gets to ignore the tension in the air. Glances last too long. Touches get bolder. And suddenly, nothing about being "just friends" feels right anymore. They've never looked at a guy like this before. Then again... they've never met someone like each other.

‧˚꒰🐾꒱‧˚ lost and alone, seungmin finds safety with a mysterious werewolf pack. can a human belong in their world of secrets? A Kim Seungmin × Stray kids fanfiction!

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.

"i gotchu forever kane...i swear youn gotta worry about nun wit me." "i believe you." "you better nigga i ain't been chasing you my whole life for nun." black bxb

𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔 𝙎𝘼𝙔 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙎𝙀𝙓 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚-𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙘 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣'𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡. One blooms in sweat-soaked sheets, the other in blood-soaked earth. The difference? One's a whisper, the other, a scream. SPINOFF (Ryder & Carmello) #1 Gayness 11/08/2025 #1 Alphaxomega 11/16/2025

Sequel/ Book 2 to 'And Beyond' "You showed me what it's like to have something that feel like forever.."

Shannon Cole has always survived by noticing what others miss. Numbers stick. Faces linger. Conversations don't fade. In the hood, that kind of mind doesn't stay unnoticed-it gets used. Shannon has become a quiet resource, passed between crews whenever something needs remembering, calculating, or confirming. He tells himself it's temporary. Just helping. Just staying afloat. Until everyone wants him. As gangs begin circling closer, access to Shannon turns into competition-and then into risk. Because when too many people want what you know, someone eventually decides you're too valuable to share. Tiger Laurent doesn't compete. He decides. Tiger runs things with calm precision, and when he claims Shannon, it isn't curiosity-it's control. Pulled out of circulation and placed under Tiger's watch, Shannon finds himself safer than he's ever been-and more trapped than he imagined possible. Protection blurs into possession. Use starts to feel permanent. And the more indispensable Shannon becomes, the harder it is to tell whether he's being kept alive... or quietly erased.