I sit amidst the dingy shadows, enveloped by the stench of neglect. A week - or is it an eternity? - has passed since Declan's departure, leaving me shackled to this wretched existence. The darkness seems to suffocate me, an unrelenting shroud that wraps around my soul. My mind reels with the weight of my conscience, the crushing burden of what-ifs. If only I had listened, if only I had been wiser, if only... The torment of my thoughts rivals the agony etched on my body. Each bruise tells a story of regret, every wound a testament to my folly. Time lost all meaning in this bleak confinement. Days blend into nights, hours dissolve into an endless expanse of nothingness. I've lost count of the moments I've spent wallowing in self-loathing, my heart heavy with the weight of sorrow. My eyes, once bright and full of life, now hang limp, swollen from the deluge of tears. The Sahara desert would envy the ocean I've cried, yet the ache within me remains unquenched. The radiance that once defined me has faded, extinguished by the crushing blow of my own mistakes. In this desolate room, I'm forced to confront the shadows of my past. The silence is deafening, punctuated only by the haunting whispers of my conscience. Madness creeps in, its icy tendrils snaking through my mind, threatening to consume me whole. My reflection would be unrecognizable to those who once knew me. Sunken cheeks, hollow eyes, and skin stretched taut over brittle bones. My body, once strong and resilient, now trembles with each faint heartbeat. The frailty of my form mirrors the fragility of my spirit.

{Kian Archie} {MPREG} Kian Edward, the next in the line of becoming the king had to marry his soon to be bride's younger brother, Archie Williams, the third child of the family when unexpected things happen. Being forced into uninterested marriage, Kian decides to put on an act infront of others only to separate from Archie when time comes. Unknown to him, Archie likes him and those words shutters his heart. While one hates the marriage, the other couldn't help but be happy. As chances of them being together are thin, Archie makes sure to use every chance to make precious memories. Will they ever have a chance of being together for eternity or fate has it's own plans to play? I WRITE ALL MY STORIES ON MOBILE, NOT ON LAPTOP OR TAB. EVEN WHEN I'M VERY CONSCIOUS AND READ THE CHAPTER BEFORE PUBLISHING IT, THERE ARE STILL SOME UNAVOIDABLE TYPOS. PLZ, DON'T MIND THEM. THANK YOU:)

In the underworld of Italy's most feared mafia, Ian Romero is a king - ruthless, cold, and untouchable. Molded by a father who showed no love, only control, Ian was raised to lead with an iron fist, not feel with a fragile heart. That is, until one mission throws him into the path of a mysterious, dangerous man named Alexander Volkov. Alexander is no ordinary stranger. With a sharp mind, a body carved by war, and eyes that see too much, he pierces straight through Ian's armor. Their connection is instant, raw, and terrifying. Ian wants to hate him. Instead, he ends up in his bed - and eventually, under his gaze, in his heart. But when a night of uncontrollable passion leads to an impossible outcome - Ian finds himself *pregnant* - everything begins to unravel. His father, disgusted by the truth, disowns him. His gang questions his leadership. The world he built starts to collapse. With nowhere else to go, Ian runs... straight into Alexander's arms. But love in the mafia world is dangerous. Secrets have teeth. Enemies are closing in. And what grows inside Ian isn't just life - it's a symbol of everything the world wants to destroy. Can Ian survive long enough to protect what he never expected to want? Or will everything he is - and everything he loves - be torn from him? --- **🔥 Dark. Tender. Addictive.** *Beneath His Gaze* is a steamy, emotionally charged gay mafia romance with **mpreg**, betrayal, found family, and forbidden desire. Perfect for fans of dark romance with vulnerable strength, powerful chemistry, and a touch of the impossible.

[Book #1 in the Blackwood Pack series] Currently in the process of rewriting (it'll be uploaded as a separate book) ________________ Asher has been abused by the man who has held him prisoner for as long as he can remember. He longs to be free from the unjust violence, but there are reasons he has to stay, people he can't leave behind. Kade has been away from his pack and finally decides to return. While doing border patrol he catches a whiff of what seems to be an average wolf. The only thing is... that wolf is his mate. Determined, Kade takes Asher away from his abuser (along with two others). Asher, not being used to people being kind, is suspicious at being welcomed into Kade's pack with open arms. Will Kade be able to show Asher that he deserves love? Can Asher take down the walls he no longer needs to survive? And what will they do when Asher's abuser wants him back, even going as far to enlist a rival pack? _________________ ---The Blackwood Pack series--- -Worthless -His Reluctant Mate (coming soon) -Let Me Be Your Drug (coming soon) -Lies and Bullet Wounds [Side Story/Prequel] (coming soon) _________________ ******Not edited****** [Trigger Warning]: Child abuse, rape, depression, and self-hate. This story is copyrighted and is the sole property of GaySensei and is not to be uploaded onto any other site besides WattPad.

Alex, a new student at Breakworth College studying art, struggles with being on time for class. With a lack of friends and no social groups, he finds himself alone and helpless. One encounter after another with Zack, he finds himself debating whether or not Zack is really homophobic and a downright asshole or is trying to hide something about himself; only time will tell. --- I had two options: Say yes or make this situation worse for myself, Deciding on option two, "Zack, you're acting pretty gay for someone who's homophobic," I said slyly. I knew this could only cause him to get angrier, but I knew it was true he was the one who called me a "fag" not even a week ago. "I'm not gay, unlike you; I just know how to get things I want, and you caught my eye. Being my friend is a blessing. You should take the offer," He said, still against my neck. "Aren't you cocky," I replied, trying to stand my ground. Gripping tighter on my waist, he hummed against my ear once again. "I'm getting impatient, Alex. Cut the crap. Say yes already so we can put this past us. I already know I can get you to say Yes," and in a barely audible voice, I heard him say, "I know your weakness". "Now, what weakness could that be-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before a set of teeth sank into the sensitive flesh of my neck, sending an unexpected wave of pleasure through me. "W-wait, not there. Fine, fine. I'll be your friend. Just stop that shit." Zack paused, his breath hot against my skin as he chuckled. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" His tone was dripping with satisfaction, revelling in his perceived victory. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine with a predatory glint. I tried to steady my breathing, my pulse racing from the conflicting sensations. "What is wrong with you?" I muttered, more to myself than to him. The fear and arousal mingled in a way that left me feeling disoriented and vulnerable.

"I...sh... should nnn... not be he...here." I still had time. I looked at the locked door. "You should not be anywhere but here... with me." He dragged my body to his and felt his frenzied kisses all over me. "Please...we shouldn't ..." He dragged my squirming body to his bedroom and pushed me to his bed. I tried some more to make him understand but... "Robbie... " Why was he not mine? My name is Davidson and this my story. Story of jealousy, betrayal, heartbreak and family. The main characters of this story are in a romantic relationship but is toxic at many stages of their life. Both of them are very much romantically leaned to each other. CAUTION : This story contains VERBAL NON CONSENT sexual scenes/ RELUCTANT scenes/cheating/infidelity and CHILD endangerment. Please don't continue reading if any of the above is not your cup of tea. This story might be TRIGGERING to many readers, so please proceed with caution. Follow me on Instagram: VaizHarsh to know more. As a writer, my visualisation runs wild and I let my characters develop on their own. But as a human being I don't stand by many of my character's habits and way of thinking. I do not support or prompt RAPE/INFIDELITY/CHILD ENDANGERMENT. This is a fantasy story strictly for entertainment.

« You think you're being smart challenging me like this. » « No, but if you think I'm afraid of you, you're wrong. » « I won't be. » . . . Akara isn't a great student. The school he goes to is prestigious and hosts to a very different sort of student than Akara. It's why after years of skipping school and being generally absent during classes it shouldn't be a huge surprise that they send the school prefect, Jacob, out to babysit him. Much to their displeasure. When his friend Amir pisses off the rich school bully Atlas by stealing his phone and making him chase him all the way to the skate park tensions naturally rise between the boys and it doesn't exactly help when Akara tries to return the phone but ends up running away with it as well. Caught between pissing off a bully and the school prefect Akara's going to have a lot on his plate this year.

A powerful, ruthless, cold and ferocious mafia king Caesar Mikhailov, who is respected and feared by all - except him. Igor Smirnov is a loyal, fearless, cruel and most precious bodyguard of the mafia king. Amidst secrets and bloodshed, how will they face their feelings for each other in this dark world? Rankings: #1 in Mafia #1 in bodyguard #1 in bloodthirsty #2 in passion #2 in boyxboy #2 in mxm

「"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.

"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.