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.

Alex Mikhailov thought last night was supposed to be simple. A drink, an interview, maybe a few sharp words exchanged with Roman Carter, the arrogant, untouchable boxer he was assigned to write about. But instead- Warm breath ghosted over his ear, followed by a low, husky voice. "There's still condoms," Roe murmured, his fingers trailing lower, teasing. Slow. Purposeful. "How about another round?" Alex sucked in a sharp breath, his body already betraying him, heat pooling in his core. His mind scrambled for a distraction. Something. Anything. "Don't you have a match today-" His voice hitched, breaking into a soft moan as Roe's pace quickened, his lips tracing the curve of Alex's jaw, his cheek, his neck. More kisses. More heat. Alex's fingers curled into a fist, a shaky gasp slipping past his lips. "Yo... slow down-" But Roe didn't. Alex's breath hitched-then broke into a loud, helpless cry. His fingers trembled on the desk, his entire body shuddering as heat crashed over him in waves, leaving him trembling and weak. His chest rose and fell in ragged, uneven breaths, his mind drowning in the overwhelming sensation. The man behind him chuckled, low and satisfied. His teeth grazed the shell of Alex's ear before he bit down-not hard, but just enough to make him shudder. "That's right," Roe murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "Scream for me." ... A journalist set out to interview a boxer-but instead, he woke up tangled in his sheets. But what if there was something more beneath this blazing romance? something deeper, something neither of them was ready to face? ... WARNING⚠️ -Mentions of murder, drugs, and illegal activities. -Intense sexual content IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. Best rankings : #2 in #bl #12 in #sexscenes #2 in #gayaf #6 in #eroticromance #3 in #gayromance

Maxine Qiao had been looking for the person she had met, the only one who made her heart beat and feel something. After years of chasing shadows, she finally finds him... in the last place she ever expected. Abbi Flores Sheng lived a life of quiet solitude until the arrival of his father's adoptive sister. From the moment he saw her, a strange instinct told him to stay away. But her drowning eyes left him with no choice. She'd been invading and creating chaos all over his life and even in his heart. They share moments that are hard to explain and yet , what are we? The Anchor and The Tide Series #1 Full English Date Started: November 29, 2025 Date Ended: --

After being in the foster care system for 14 years, 16-year-old Will learns that he has 5 older brothers and a father he never knew about. He's moved to live with them and learns the true meaning of family and love. (I know it sounds cheesy) Top Rankings: #1 in father #1 in fostercare #1 in fosterhome #1 in fosterkid #2 in family #2 in fosterfamily Warning: Curse words and abuse are in this story. If you don't want to read that, don't read this.

"You're so fucking insufferable Nathanael" He lets out a deep chuckle that sends tingles down my back. "That's hilarious coming from you." "What is your fucking problem with me?" I ask slightly pissed off but mostly confused. "What's my problem with you? You're a hotheaded, loudmouth, annoying prick." He steps closer to me with every word. "Yeah, well you're just a condescending, egotistical, full of yourself, little bitch." He walks so close he's between my legs as I'm still seated on the counter, and the distance between us is all I can think about. "I hate you so much Evens." He breathes out, the warmness of his breath fanning over my lips. "The feeling's mutual, Rivers." Our eyes never break contact, and a suffocating silence takes over the little distance between us. His eyes flick down to my lips and then back up to my eyes. Before I can speak his hands grab my waist and pull me closer to him. A soft gasp leaves my lips but it's silenced when his mouth crashes onto mine and without a second thought I kiss him back. ~~~~~ Caiden Evens isn't normal, he's been in the foster care system since he was three, he has no idea of how he ended up there but after more than 20 different placements over his life he's stopped hoping that his real family might be out there. That is until his current foster father moves him across the country and into a school where he meets two strangers who look abnormally like him. What happens when he meets his father after 14 years who he always believed gave him up. Add to that three extra brothers and their arrogant bestfriend who won't seem to leave Caiden alone. All while trying to hide the constant abuse he's put through at home, will he ever find a true family? ~ I know the blurbs pretty shitty but this is my first book so I promise it will get better [DISCONTINUED]

Joey didn't mean to catch them killing someone. He was just going for a walk in the park. He didn't know he'd get caught. He was just going to turn around and leave. He didn't know they'd heard him until he felt something go into his leg. - Joey Walker is 19, quiet, a little awkward, and seriously afraid of his parents. Every day was the same process of waking up only to be hit and screamed at until he left just to get away. During one of his walks at the park he frequently visited, two men caught his attention and what happened next... Joey couldn't believe it. - ⚠️ Trigger Warning⚠️ This book is 18+ and handles mature themes. I can't tell you not to read it but if you do, that is on you. This story has the following: Abuse Torture Assault Pregnancy from Sexual Assault Sexual Activities Harsh Language If there is anything here that triggers you, please don't read. Anyways, have a fun day and enjoy your reading:) *My Boys is currently going through minor editing so if something seems a little off like headings and stuff, that is why* - #1 in #MentalHealth from April 2023 - February 2025

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.

At the age of three, the youngest son of the Valente family was stolen. Angelo Valente was taken from the warmth of his family and thrown into the cold, unforgiving world of an orphanage. Years of abuse and neglect followed, leaving scars that ran deeper than anyone could see. Now, years later, the past resurfaces and Angelo is faced with a family he can't remember, brothers he never knew he had, and a home he thought he lost forever. But the closer he gets, the more he realises...his family might be a little more dangerous then they let on.

Ivan has endured more pain, misery, and heartbreak in his fourteen years of life than most people do in a lifetime, all at the hands of a father who's given him nothing but hate and scars. Then his "father" dies in a tragic accident, and a DNA test reveals that his father isn't his father, he has a real family: a mother, a father, and four older brothers. His entire life has been a lie. And to top it all off, they're not just any family, they're the Morozov's. A name everyone has heard at least once in their lifetime. Wealthy, powerful, and untouchable across the globe. Can Ivan survive there world? Learn to trust and maybe even love? Or is this just another disaster waiting to explode?

[COMPLETED] [Warning: Strong language used throughout the book.] He put his hand over my notebook and the other over mine. I glared up at him, his golden brown eyes catching my attention. "I can't write like this," I pointed out. "Is this all you care about?" Ryan asked. I shrugged. "Not this specifically, but yeah, I care about my grades." Ryan smirked. I swallowed nervously but refused to break my stoic expression. He leaned closer to me, my heart pounding so hard against my chest it felt like it might break out and fall on the table between us. His mouth was right by my ear, and I could feel his warm breath when he spoke which sent shivers down my spine. "Well, aren't you a little a scholar?" *** The only things Alex Moris ever cared about were his grades and his sister. However, when the boy his sister likes, Ryan Smithe, makes things complicated and causes him to feel things he's never felt before, Alex realizes that, maybe, there's more important things in life than grades and scholarships. [Word Count: 40,216] [BoyxBoy] ~#14 in the "BoyxBoy" tag on 3/5/2019~ ~#14 in the "love" tag on 12/28/2018~ ~#8 in the "lgbt" and "lgbtq" tags on 1/4/2019~ ~#1 in the "loveislove" tag on 1/12/2019~ ~#31 in the "romance" tag on 2/10/2019~ ~#2 in the "BxB" tag on 3/9/2019~