Prince Sage, the man next in line to be king, offers to nurture a dying house plant back to life. He soon realises that the plant has a mind of its own, and perhaps a body too. Sage Green knows only rules. He doesn't break them, he doesn't do anything to look out of place. He sets a strong example and lives to make his parents proud. Though Sage is very out of touch with his passions. He lives to please, he lives to do his duty. Sage doesn't like to inspire, or to search for inner peace, or to truly appreciate the land beyond his Palace walls. That is, until his new Valet brings chaos to his comfortable world.

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"I didn't know you had friends like Isaac," Willa said in greeting. "I don't," muttered Jared. Isaac rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you don't. You have //one// friend like Isaac." His voice turned into this stupid mock whisper and he leaned towards Jared conspiratorially. "It's me, by the way."

Zander Day is like a sunflower, happy and bright no matter what happens. Cain Gallo is like a thorn, sharp and willing to cut anyone that gets in his way. What happens when these two meet? Will Cain's thorns tear this sunflower apart, or will Zander show that sunflowers can grow their own thorns? ⇇ ⇉ I panted as I watched the blood drip from my fingers. There was so much, I never knew that one human body could hold so much blood. My breathing began to pick up as I looked around me, his men were all around me, watching me with shocked expressions. The room began to spin until all I saw was him. His eyes were dark as he stepped toward me, I couldn't move, I felt like I couldn't breathe. Soon he was in front of me, whipping the blood from my mouth. "That was so hot." He said in his rough voice before he brought our lips together in a scorching kiss. Then nothing mattered. It didn't matter that I was covered in blood, that there was a dead body in front of us, that his men were still in the room. The only thing that mattered was getting our bodies as close together as possible. I ran my hands through his hair, soaking it with blood as I pulled him closer to me. He growled low in his throat as he yanked my head back with my hair, "you know better than to tell me where to go, pup." I gulped and looked up at him through my lashes. My heart began to beat faster as I anticipated my punishment. "I'm sorry, Master." This book is MATURE due to violence, sexual activities, and language. Content Warning: Cheating, Stalking, Sexual Abuse, Mention of Rape

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

One abused military student. Three instructors ready to save him while healing themselves in the process. An MMMM love story about healing. /!\ contains triggering themes such as : child abuse, depression, self-harm (Check the full trigger warning list before reading) _____________________________ INFORMATION : Length : 120,000 words Series "Love from darkness" : #1 : "What we built from ruins" [MxMxMxM] #2 : "How we breathed from drowning" [MxMxM]

Book Two in the Hail Royalty Duology ARTEMIO ROME: He's an error in my code. Griffin Knight. He's not supposed to crawl under my skin and hibernate there when I thought I extracted him a year and a half ago. I never needed his fake promises of a future with rose pedals and smiles. I've walked down that road before, and I refuse to bow at another man's feet. I will not be ruined a second time, and I most certainly will not be ruined by Griffin Knight. All love has shown me are the ways I don't deserve it, so I put an ocean and a block list between Griffin and me. So, why is it the minute I set foot back on U.S. soil, I am automatically magnetized to the one I tried so hard to leave behind? Not only am I forced to work with him toward my best friend, Prince Cyprus, wedding day, why does he have to be Evander's best man? Also, why? Just why was he recruited as a model by my Mother for my debut fashion line? Why do I have to go through the torture of seeing him in close quarters almost every day? And why is he suddenly starting to notice the signs of my past that I've worked so hard to keep hidden? Why is my guard slipping around him? Why does his touch promise safety and security, when I'm never supposed to know what that feels like? I don't even like to be touched, but why do I start to crave his? No, he can't slip past my walls. He'll see everything. He'll see every weakness I've worked so hard to keep hidden. And he'll see nothing except the dead shell of a person I mask like an expert. But why does it seem like every time he looks at me and sees through my facade... that he wants to bring me back to life? He's an error in my code. But I suppose errors can lead you toward something you swore you never deserved. Love.

Book one of three in the Skates on Ice trilogy. EMERSON CALDER: One fall. And that one fall almost ended my entire figure skating career. To make matters worse, I could almost taste my first Olympic win... before Onyx Steele, my skating partner, made one mistake during our routine that sent me slamming against the ice. I never blamed him, but my best friend blames himself. We almost made it. Until we didn't. It's been three years, and last year, I decided to take the ice back by becoming my university's hockey mascot. Hidden identity, no one knew it was me, but then? Then I meet Ashton Knox-the university's star hockey player, and we began talking. What was supposed to be one year of being the Wolves mascot turned into two. Because I can't part from the fond friendship I formed with him. He's a distraction from my goals, but I can't stop. He believes in me. But he has no idea who I am underneath this mask. I didn't want to be in a spotlight that wasn't mine. Then, Ashton gets injured on the ice, during a game, and the moment I tear off that mascot head and race over to him, I am thrust right into that same spotlight that isn't mine. Maybe I have far more feelings for the dopey hockey player than I initially realized.

Dominic Romano rose as the youngest mafia king the city had ever feared. Brilliant, ruthless, untouchable - his empire thrived on the precision of his mind and the steel of his hands. No one dared question him, though countless conspired to see him fall. And yet, in the midst of shadows and betrayal, he found himself drawn to the one man he should have avoided. Ethan Cross, the city's most infamous assassin. What began as curiosity turned into obsession, a dangerous hunger neither could resist. But their union was a spark in a room full of gasoline, and soon every glance, every touch, threatened to ignite a war that could burn them both alive.

Marco grew up believing cruelty was love, every bruise disguised as care, every lie packaged as truth. He found himself at a police station and got a DNA test. The results revealed more than bloodlines, they uncovered five brothers. Brothers he was never meant to find. Brothers, someone had kept from him for a reason. This is my first story, so I apologize if it's not good. Also, English is not my first language. Read the warnings!!! Slow updates! (I also edited the story, so if some comments don't make sense, it's because I changed some things, but most of it is the same. The thing I changed most was the writing.) Happy reading!! (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡