"You're always talking about chocolate..." - his fingers slid under Sasha's chin, tilting his face up as he leaned closer, lips ghosting his ear - "but tell me, baby... would you let me find out if you're just as sweet?" Sasha blinking up at him, soft and wide-eyed, cheeks flushed: "Wha-? You're... you're weird," he mumbled, wriggling but not really pulling away, his little fingers gripping Dominic's shirt. Then, quieter, as his pout deepened. "...But you can't eat me. 'M not chocolate..." Dominic's lips curled into a dark, hungry smirk as he murmured back: "Oh, baby... you taste better than chocolate. And don't worry-" his fingers traced the line of Sasha's throat - "I don't plan on stopping at just one bite." ---- He was sugar in human form. Sweet. Fluffy. And a little messy around the edges. Sasha Clarke doesn't understand grumpy people - especially not the kind who glare at his chocolate cake like it personally offended them. But when a surly, sharp-eyed stranger mistakes him for his blind date and hijacks his afternoon, Sasha's world gets a whole lot more... interesting. Dominic Vale doesn't do sweet. Not desserts, not people, and definitely not wide-eyed little twinks who talk too much and lick frosting off their fingers without a care in the world. But there's something about Sasha - the way he giggles through his pouts, the way he makes everything soft and warm without even trying - that gets under his skin. He tells himself it's just a passing craving. But Sasha? Sasha plans to make sure Dominic gets hooked. A story of chocolate, sass, and a grumpy man who never stood a chance against sugar in human form.

Nathan Bryce is the next alpha in line, his pack has lived in River Valley for generations. Caleb Brosme is a future beta in command and a rogue from one of the strongest packs. Both are destined for great things. Historically, rogues and domestics have never gotten along. What happens when a treaty is made and now both packs will live next to each other? Even worst, what happens when they fall in love with each other? Will their packs approve of their relationship, or will they try and stop it? War, death, ruin... so many things can go wrong, but maybe a good one will come out instead.

Gilberto Mendoza (Gill) is a quiet kid. He doesn't have many friends, due to him being gay in a town full of homophobes. He feels like he doesn't belong anywhere. He's adopted, and unwanted by his own mother. He lives with his father, who supports them as much as he can. But Gill's father loses his job, forcing the two to move across the country. Will this new, and strangely secretive town be the same as before? Or will this be Gill's fresh start? ××××××××× Tobias Greene is all set to be the next alpha of the Crimson Lake Pack. The only thing missing? His mate. And the worst part? He's running out of time to find them. Tobias is willing to do anything, and go anywhere in search of his true love, when all of a sudden, a shy ginger boy and his father move into town, catching his attention instantly. But...same sex mates were unheard of.. --- This book is a boyxboy, and will contain physical content between two males. If this bothers you, then what are you doing still reading this. Go away.

NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Matty Grayson is a rap star living his dream and he's secretly three months pregnant. ... Reaching a peak in his career after becoming a viral superstar as a member of a famous boy band, Matthias Grayson has it all. Fancy cars, attractive models, and an energetic world tour that has him living on the edge. To his friends, he's enjoying his youth and living it up but it's all a cover to hide the truth. He's eighteen, pregnant, and alone. Choosing to keep the identity of the baby's father hidden as well as the baby itself, Matthias struggles to hide his growing secret from his family, band members, and friends.

Jamie is excited to finally be on campus. It's time to find his kind of people - gay, that is. Instead, he finds a blindingly handsome straight guy who keeps following him around, calling him 'roomie' (they're not roommates), and breaking through every defense Jamie has put up. Is it possible for a stranger to imprint on you like that? And is Davis as straight as he says he is? Tropes: college romance, slow burn, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, gay for you, bisexual awakening. No trigger warnings. Mature rating for a few sexually explicit scenes. P.S. This story is written, so don't worry. I will publish new chapters every Tuesday and Friday. By the way, this is my first story and I'm excited to hear what you think! Feel free to leave comments and tell me your thoughts. Yayyy.

Where Max somehow gets roped into one of his sister's stupid schemes and ends up in way over his head, completely out of his comfort zone, and quite sure he's just met his dream man. A man who happens to think Max is a girl. *** "An excellent recommendation. You're not just a pretty face, then?" "You think this face is pretty?" Max tried to say it with more sass, but it came out kind of soft. His face went red and he turned sharply to the books next to him. Casual. "You're very pretty," There was a gentleness to the teasing and Max glared at him. The man laughed again, dropping his eyes from Max. "Thanks." Max said after a pause and the man beamed at him. "I should be thanking you. This might be worth the read," he waved the book in his hand. Max rolled his eyes, face softening back into a smile. "I'm Kevin, by the way." "Cool," Max said and wondered if 'Kevin' was a name that fit this attractive man. "And what's your name?" Kevin prompted after a short pause and Max cleared his throat, embarrassed. "Oh, sorry. I'm Ma-," Max barely cut himself off in time. Face flushing darker, mood dropping like a fucking brick. He wasn't Max right now. "I'm Eva." ***This is a rough draft. Currently being rewritten!!*** (Disclaimer: there will be boy on boy romance and if that doesn't float your boat, gonna need you to float on by. Also a lot of swearing. Thanx ;3 )

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"

My name is Aaron Zayev. I am the current alpha of the Blood Harvest Pack. It is so named because of our brutality towards rogues. I have an especial hatred towards rogues, more so than any member of my pack; except perhaps my father Kaylem. My mother was brutally murdered by rogues who snuck onto the pack grounds. Ever since that day, my father and I were determined to make our pack the strongest, killing any rogues that found their way onto our lands. My family is strong and loving, and all our pack members are loyal to a fault. I am considered a fair and tough Alpha amongst other packs, even if I am considered young. I'm 23 with golden hair, tanned summer skin, and six foot three with a hard earned body. I've given up hope that I'll find my mate, wolves customarily finding their mate between ages 18-20. My name means great warrior of wolves, but how can that be if I don't have a mate to make me whole? My name is Cian. I don't know much about the world. I ran away from my house, since it was never my home after my mother died. My father is abusive and bad things, very bad things, were going to happen to me if I stayed. On the scariest night of my life, something happened to me. Things went from bad, to worse. Now, trapped in a cage, the only loving thing I remember are the words from my momma. She said my name meant the ancient one of silver. That I was meant for great things. What's the meaning in a name anyway? This is a male x male story! Don't like, don't read. You have been WARNED.

"I want you, all of you. I want you to beg for me, to need me. I want every ounce of you to belong to me and only me," Alex whispers into my ear as his muscular arms wrap tightly around me. His breath is hot against my skin, and a shiver runs down my spine, mixing desire with a touch of fear. I can feel the weight of his words pressing down on me, stirring something deep inside me, like a longing I can't quite make out. ༺═──────────────═༻ In a world where hierarchy reigns supreme within the Omegaverse, equality is a distant dream.... One person walks on water, while the other drowns beneath their feet. But that's how's it's always been between Alphas and Omegas-even sometimes between Betas and Omegas. Jasper Avery, a twenty-three-year-old man, finds himself trapped in the depths of his own hell, burdened by his identity as an omega. His life has been a relentless cycle of ridicule, abuse, and self-loathing-that is until he encounters Alex Sinclair after waking up in an Alley. Jasper thought he would be another unforgiving and possibly cruel alpha... but Alex just may be everything he could ever want. As their worlds collide, intimacy blossoms, and unexpected feelings arise; but just around the corner an unforeseen situation threatens to unravel their fragile connection. Will they be able to confront their fears of taboo love together, or will the weight of their predestined roles crush them under its pressure? ════•°• :warning: •°•════ CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO: SEXUAL THEMES GRAPHIC VIOLENCE BLOOD

In a small village, half hidden along a mountainside, Kieren was slinking between shadows. Footsteps sure even with so little moonlight. The softest brush of bare skin against knobbled and far-reaching trees. Not even a whisper of sound from stepping on the coarse dirt beneath his feet. In this world, Drakes were the epitome of power amongst the species. Only making up 10% of the population, humans making up the other 90%. Drakes could be found in the highest positions of power in communities or in positions to protect others (such as guards, watchmen, knights, patrolman). No one questioned this, dragons taking care of their own. A private species with traditions and rules that only dragons were privy to. Making sure none over-reached so that there would always be peace and harmony amongst the dragon territories and between humans. A symbiosis that all worked hard to maintain. Humans were born with vibrant and colorful hair throughout the world. The more rare the color, the more blessings, respect, luck and riches came to them. Fiery red, leafy green, aqua blue. Eyes that matched their brightest feature. Dressing in the same colors or even brighter shades to demonstrate their extravagance, their standing in society. They normally worked side by side with the higher ranking dragons, helping to keep harmony. All Kieren knew was that he would have to remain cloaked, face obscured at all times. The villagers said he was a defect, so they made him their servant. His skin too pale. Form too slight. Eyes not right. An ugly thing where he should be thankful they did not kill him right away. To be grateful for their pity and staying their hand. The worst, they would tell him, was about the coloring of his features; his hair and eyes. It was a color that had never been seen before amongst humans or dragons. *Please read tags! Don't like, don't read, don't leave unhelpful nasty comments.