Lancer was the only heir to the Le Dore Dukedom. The title was well within his grasp after his father's unfortunate demise-thrown from a horse-and his mother's disappearance to God knows where. With no obstacles left, Lancer was poised to claim his long-awaited inheritance. Until his mother returned from the dead... with a pirate. Enter Dulce-a man with no qualms about taking what once belonged to someone else. A life spent at sea had honed his instincts into those of a cunning thief, and if he could steal a dukedom not with a gun, but with a lifted skirt, then so be it. Their introduction reeked of hostility and venom. They were destined to clash over power, wealth, and reputation. But beneath the rage, is there a fire waiting to ignite? Do either of them know what it means to find treasure-not in title or land, but in a person? Read and find out. Inspired by Bridgerton.

Ben Brown has always lived on the mat. Judo is his whole identity. But one split-second choice leaves him injured, benched, and staring at a future he never planned for. With nothing left to hide behind, Ben has to face the one opponent he's avoided his whole life: himself. Trey Hansen has hated Ben for as long as anyone can remember. At least, that's the story their friends know. The truth is messier-buried hurt, half-told history, and a thousand moments that never had the chance to become something else. When Trey sees the way Ben crumbles under the weight of his own expectations, the anger starts to crack. And what slips through looks a lot like regret. Now Ben's future is collapsing. Trey's running out of excuses. And the only way forward might be the one path they've never taken-towards each other, and the truth they've dodged for years.

"You sentenced me to die," William whispers, "and now you come crawling back like I'm the only one who ever made you feel alive." Est Supha Sangaworawong was built to be clean. Polished. A prosecutor with a flawless record and no room for mistakes, or monsters. William Jakrapatr was supposed to be just that. One trial. One headline. One death sentence. Case closed. Until the dreams started. Not of the crime. Not of the courtroom. Just him. The convict with chained hands and a smile that feels like a secret. Now Est is back at the prison. Sitting. Watching. Wanting. What started as obsession twists into something darker, desire wrapped in guilt, lust heavy with betrayal. A WilliamEst Story. ⚠️ Disclaimers: This story contains explicit content, moral corruption, psychological seduction, emotional breakdowns, and sex that feels like sin. You've been warned. This is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and moral choices depicted are entirely fictional and created for storytelling purposes. Some themes may be dark, controversial, or morally complex. They are not intended to promote or glorify any specific behavior. If you're uncomfortable with moral ambiguity, imperfect characters, or dark content, please proceed with caution. Not all actions are meant to be endorsed. Reader discretion is advised.

Bruce has never had the privileges of life. Not the love as being raised without a family and definitely not the money. Just as he's about to achieve his most wanted dreams, stands in his way is Riley St. Jacques. The young lawyer who swears to make his life a living hell. The story takes a turn when something unexpected and unusual grows out of their undying vendetta, ❤️

Running from his dark legacy, the werewolf hunter River must align with his enemy to protect himself from a vengeful pack and his own family; a low fantasy enemies to lovers story. River is a werewolf hunter, born into the esteemed, silver-lined legacy of the Ferreus Clan. It's not a life he wants and not a life he chooses for himself, and on the eve of his twenty-fifth birthday - on the cusp of an initiation ritual that will seal him into the coffin of his family's legacy forever - he runs. River stumbles upon the quiet town of Crescent Valley, a largely mundane, quaint place of old bookstores and pleasant cafés and peaceful nature walks. He also, through no fault of his own, stumbles onto a gruesome murder scene. Body torn apart, blood still warm, an odd symbol carved into the man's bare, scratched chest. He recognises the signs. Crescent Valley has a wild dog problem. Thinking of his hard-won freedom and desperate for peace, River vows to himself- one last job. So he sets out on a mission to find the killer and put an end to them, if only so he can sleep without feeling the cool handle of a silver knife in his paranoid grip. River soon becomes entangled in a feud between rival werewolf packs clawing for territory, and the alpha of the Crescent Moon pack, Rowan, is getting a little too close for comfort. In Crescent Valley, where monsters roam the streets, it is kill or be killed. Quite literally. ───── • ⋆⋅➶⋅⋆ • ───── Status: Complete Story length: 95,000+ words Disclaimer: Some parts of this story are rated mature. There is a content warning at the beginning of these specific chapters.

||WATTY WINNER 2023🌟|| Two strangers pretend to be a couple to win a dumb bet. The wager: they must enrol in couples therapy and fool their counselor. _________ Six non-refundable couples counseling sessions. That's how many Clementine booked for him and his girlfriend to sort out their relationship problems. What he didn't see coming was getting dumped as soon as he informed her of it. Enter Everett, a chaotic, curly-haired boy who barges into Clementine's life. He offers to fake date and attend the counseling sessions with Clementine. Unfortunately, they are both idiots. Did they really believe they could safely fake-date in a Wattpad book and NOT fall in love? ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 Might bring to mind: "Heartstopper" but with a ton more baking and fake dating 🌈 🎼🎶 This book has a Spotify playlist with a song for each chapter. To download it you can search me on Spotify @itsmeimthevampire - the playlist name is "Idiots To Lovers." 🏅🏅🏅 Watty Winner 2023. Shortlisted in the Open Novella Contest 2023. Featured on Wattpad profiles: @Lgbtq @FreeTheLgbt @Romance 🏆🏆🏆 #2 lgbt #2 lgbtq 📆 10/5/23 #4 gay 21/5/23 #4 bxb 14/5/23 #5 boyxboy 13/5/23 #1 gayromance 5/5/23 #1 gayshipsareyayships 14/5/23 Written for ONC2023 using prompt 39: On a blind date with a complete mismatch, you're increasingly uncomfortable but too polite to leave. Then an attractive stranger comes over and gives you an out.

"When I first saw you, I thought I'd have to kill you." "Uh, excuse me?" "But now I'll kill anyone that even thinks of laying a finger on you," he said, a dry laugh escaping his lips. "How times change, huh?" ~~~ Atlas, a young chef, was simply trying to survive in the big city. When a mysterious intruder, Emil, breaks into his apartment, Atlas is thrust into a life completely different from his. As Emil takes a liking to Atlas, will the chef run away? Or will the crime boss give him a reason to stay? ~~~ [mxm]

It was truly a god forsaken dare. If anyone asked Knox why he started this entire new identity to mess with the biggest thorn in his ass, his captain, Victor Wallace, he would tell anyone that it had been a sick dare from his roommate. It had been simple and stupid. Create a female profile, befriend the unsuspecting idiot then catfish Wallace for a sick laugh. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, get Wallace vulnerable, in love with his female version, then expose him and break his cold little heart. In summary, mercilessly ruin his life, but Knox didn't expect his childish plan to backfire and ruin everything he knew about himself and Victor Wallace too. He was about to find out to always let sleeping dogs lie. There's always a price to pay for deceit. Will Knox be able to afford it? Read And Find out!

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, various degrees of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spilling below the 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 a 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 importantly, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.