#JossGawin Fanfiction | Boys' Love | Dark Romance | Crime | Psychological Thriller | Drama Gawin Caskey was more than just an elite Interpol officer-he was relentless, sharp, and willing to risk everything for justice. But justice never saved anyone. One mission. One explosion. And just like that, he was gone. Declared dead. Buried in a name carved on a memorial. Joss Wayar was a monster wrapped in silk and blood, a man who thrived in chaos and built his empire on the bones of his enemies. But when Gawin vanished, the world tilted off its axis. Something inside him shattered. He didn't just mourn-he raged. He erased every last name on Gawin's unfinished hit list, drowning the city in fire and blood. And yet, the void remained. Until a whisper of the impossible reached him. Gawin was alive. Found in an isolated village, stripped of his past and locked in silence, his mind was a puzzle missing too many pieces. Joss took him-no, claimed him-dragging him into a hidden paradise built just for him. A place with no escape, no outside world. A golden cage wrapped in devotion, where Joss could keep him. Love him. Own him. But paradise was just another kind of prison. Trapped in Joss's suffocating embrace, Gawin's memories clawed their way back, piece by jagged piece. The mission. The explosion. The truth. And the terrible realization-Joss hadn't saved him. He had stolen him. Meanwhile, Roney, the one man who still refused to believe in Gawin's death, was closing in. Joss had gone too quiet, too still-a predator waiting to strike. And Roney knew, deep in his gut, that something was buried in the silence. Something Interpol had missed. With the past unraveling and obsession tightening its grip, Gawin stands at crossroads: return to the life he once swore by, or surrender to the dark devotion of the man who refuses to let him go. One choice means freedom. The other means love.

His latest assignment was supposed to be simple: deliver a contract to the infamous alley gang leader, Joss Wayar, and secure backup for the Caskey family's latest casino expansion. No questions. No feelings. Just obedience. But everything changed when he met Joss. |JossGawin| 🗝️ - Pure Fiction, no harm intended. 🗝️ - Enjoy reading!🩶

In the adrenaline-fueled world of professional car racing, Alpha Landon McCoy, a seasoned veteran with a heart of gold, finds himself facing his greatest challenge yet when Jackson Blaze, an "Alpha", and a cocky young rookie with an unhealthy obsession and apparent displeasure for Landon, bursts onto the scene. Despite Landon's experience, Jackson dominates the track, jeopardizing the veteran's career with each race. Reluctant to retire, Landon hesitantly agrees when an obsessive Jackson offers to tone it down so he can secure a win. In exchange, Jackson only wants one thing: Landon, or more precisely, the veteran's body. Landon isn't too fazed; he gets to keep doing what he loves while crazy Jackson enjoys his little power-play gimmick, because surely that's what this is all about for the rookie. They are both Alphas. What could go wrong? DISCLAIMER: This is a non-graphic MPreg MxM story, and involves a character with borderline toxic obsession. Inspired by: Pixar Cars - wordcount: 90,000+ | FIRST DRAFT | • LGBTQ Action | Romance

*fanfic about JesBible* In a world where Bible, the pure Alpha, crosses paths with a rare Enigma.

Mingyu never wanted any of this to happen. Minghao was evil. He had gone insane. He had hurt so many people since he'd last seen him, killed so many souls and taken so many lives Mingyu's sure he's surpassed him in murders. Minghao wasn't Minghao anymore. At least not the Minghao who returned his wallet. 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 || completed

All he did was return a stranger's wallet. Then, like an unexpected ticking time bomb, he was suddenly wrapped up in multiple murders his detective self couldn't even solve. Even having worked in the industry all his life, he had never seen so many people killed at once. 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 || completed

[𝐌𝐌] 𝐕𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 & 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ╰┈➤ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒚. ── 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 - Defiant, reckless, and vengeful. Gray Farrow, the blond leader of a nameless underground crew, thrives on chaos. For him, dismantling Chicago's mafias with a flare for destruction is merely a hobby. As a vigilante who revels in the ruin of his enemies, Gray believes himself to be untouchable...until he crosses the wrong man. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐑 - Sarcastic, possessive, and unhinged. Kaz Hirai, the shadow that refuses to quit until what he desires truly belongs to him. He calls himself an admirer rather than a stalker, though he has haunted Gray's every step for four long years. Watching, waiting, and sculpting his muse in silence. And the best part? Gray has no idea he's even there. ── When he finally rids himself of the mafia that screwed him over, Gray turns his attention toward a new rising power; a Japanese syndicate known as the Vipers. Their sovereign is a feared figure. One that people say is a terribly beautiful man with eyes of sapphire blue. The same man whose gaze never strays from his heart's desire. He's the one who watches his muse from the shadows, and sculpts him to be his in the light.

Two mafia kings. One is pure ruthlessness. The other? Merciless to the core. They rule different worlds. But when fire meets fire... something has to burn. Arnav Singh, the silent storm of underworld, arrives in Italy for a wedding-his best friend's celebration. Suited in black, jaw sharp as a knife, eyes colder than death. He came for one night. One event. But that plan shatters the moment Ryan Blackwell sees him. Mafia boss of the Italian underworld. From across the grand hall, Ryan's eyes lock onto the stranger-dangerous, beautiful, untouchable. And Ryan? He has a weakness for pretty things. But he doesn't just want Arnav. He wants to own him. Dominate him. Break him. What Ryan doesn't realize is-Arnav belongs to no one. He's not prey. He's a beast wrapped in silk. And beasts don't bow. They bite. Arnav (voice like venom): "Touch me, and I'll make sure you scream for mercy before I snap every bone in your cursed body." Ryan (smiling darkly): "Mmm... threats turn me on pretty boy. You're going to beg tonight, baby. And I promise-I'll take my time." .

"Baby girl, won't you help me?" William was never the type to beg. The most feared mafia king, he was used to taking what he wanted; ruthlessly, without remorse. When a bullet tears through his shoulder, he does what he always does: kidnaps a doctor, forces them to patch him up, and erases the evidence. But Dr. Est is different. Soft-spoken, sharp-eyed, and far too tempting. From the moment William locks eyes with him, he knows one thing: this one, he can't let go. Est should fear him. He should run. But when William smirks, voice dripping like honey and venom, Est feels his heart betray him. In a world where love is a weakness and danger lurks behind every whispered promise, how do you escape the devil when he's already marked you as his? A WilliamEst story. ⚠️ Disclaimers: This story contains strong language, mature themes, violence, abuse, and dark romance elements. Reader discretion is advised.

In a world where emotion is regulated and pleasure is punishable by death, desire is the most dangerous form of resistance. Ohm Pawat was engineered to obey. A cold, enhanced enforcer for NEUROCORE - the global AI authority that monitors every heartbeat, every hormone, every thought. He feels nothing. He remembers nothing. He kills on command. Until Nanon Korapat breaks him. A memory smuggler living off-grid, Nanon preserves banned artifacts from the old world - music, art, poetry... sex. When Ohm is sent to erase him, a rogue neural virus hijacks the mission - unlocking cravings buried deep in his synthetic cortex. Cravings for Nanon's mouth. His body. His voice. Now fugitives in a neon wasteland of cybernetic control and collapsing humanity, Ohm and Nanon must survive a world built to destroy connection - all while uncovering the truth about their pasts, their programming, and the fire burning between them. But love isn't just illegal. It's the final glitch that could collapse the system. And once the burn protocol begins... there's no turning back.