*Book 1 of The Cursed Ones* Alex Waltz is the son of the most feared and powerful man alive, Lynx Waltz. Born a triple-blooded hybrid; witch, vampire, and alpha werewolf. Alex never stood a chance at blending in. Everyone in the supernatural world hates his father... which means they hate him too. Once surrounded by friends, he's now alone. He's calm, observant, and done trying to prove himself. Theo Branwen is anything but normal, even if that's all he wants to be. As the heir to his pack, he follows a rigid routine designed to keep him in control, because control is the only thing he has left. After his mother died, Theo's father changed into someone cruel and twisted, obsessed with power and control. Now, Theo lives under constant pressure, hiding bruises, and punished for every crack in his perfect alpha mask. And then there's Alex...the one person Theo should stay away from. Theo has hated Alex for as long as he can remember. For years, he joined in as his friends picked Alex apart, piece by piece, bullying him. Then came the summer before senior year. That night, at the party, Theo turned eighteen... and everything changed. He found out the truth: Alex is his mate. Now Theo can't run. Not at school. Not even in his dreams. But Theo doesn't break easily. He has rules. He has to stay in control. Even if it means hurting Alex, again and again. Alex has changed too. He's not the scared, quiet boy who used to flinch when someone looked at him too long. He's colder now. Quieter. Untouchable. And maybe that's what scares Theo the most, because Alex doesn't just walk away anymore. He stares back. He doesn't run. And no matter how far Theo drifts, no matter how much Theo pushes, Alex won't stop... not until he gets what he wants. And what he wants... is Theo. Because what happens when the thing you were taught to hate... is the only thing that can save you?

Rowan built his life around control. Every routine, Every rule he followed , Every detail he perfected became a part of the crown he wore. The crown protected him. The crown defined him. Without it, he didn't trust what existed beneath it. By the time he left Britain, he arrived at Harvard university, where his obsession only deepened. He walked the halls wearing arrogance like armor and perfection like a crown. That was until he crossed paths with Leon Devasini(the most feared person on campus) who threatened something far more dangerous than Rowan position at the top. Leon threatened the crown itself. While everyone else wanted what Rowan had, Leon wanted to be the reason the crown shattered.

Noah Evans was supposed to be off-limits. A fragile beauty with round glasses, soft lips, and the kind of calm that made people underestimate him. Too pretty. Too composed. Too clever to fall for danger. Levi Knight was danger. A possessive, obsessive devil wrapped in black leather and tattoos. The untouchable Campus King with a dark aura, a filthy mouth, and a terrifying need to claim what wasn't his. From the moment Noah crashed into him, Levi decided. Run, angel. Hide if you can. But you'll still belong to me. Hi cuties 🥰. A New Story filled with Possessiveness, Cuteness and a little bit of spiciness

boyxboy [trauma, sex, hurt/comfort, love story, slow burn, long chapters] College art student Jamison Parker struggles with getting close to anyone after trauma crippled his ability to reach out and connect with others both physically and emotionally. More interested in nature than people, he keeps his head down and tries to get through each day without giving up entirely. Classmate Elliot Astor is a trust funder that can't buy his way out of grief and secrets of his own. Spending his nights partying with his friends to forget, he drifts through days with little interest in chasing anything but the next distraction. After a chance meeting, they find themselves drawn increasingly close together, pushing the boundaries of their heartache and histories, and fighting for a future neither dared to envision. current word count: 301,471 -------- • trying to update once a month, if not sooner • some chapters are broken into multiple parts for ease of reading, as some chapters are over 16K words • I'm a very dialogue-heavy writer :) • this is a genuine slow burn ***Read with caution*** This story includes mature content and themes such as explicit sexual content, suicide, self-harm, abuse, violence, trauma, drug use, mental illness, death, extreme homophobia, slurs, cursing, etc. There is no SA, though Stats: #1 in anxietydisorder 10/22/25 #2 in bxbromance 02/02/26 #5 in loneliness 01/26/26 #6 in freethelgbt 01/26/26 #11 in gayboys 01/26/26 #17 in gay-sex 01/26/26 #18 in gayness 01/26/26 #34 in explicit 01/26/26

"Pick one " "Either die by this bullet or marry me to be alive " ~masimo Ian d'souza is a surgeon who saves the lives of people but unfortunately the dr. gets in trouble after seeing something he shouldn't have seen . How will he survive & save himself from the wickedness and assholeness of the mafia or we can call him his "husband"? Masimo delvis is an Italian mafia who will inherit the throne after marriage and he is the most ruthless mafia anyone can ever come across but the little dr. gives him weird feelings that make him happy but will there ever be happily ever after for them after the truth gets revealed . 🥇#1 sexualthemes 🥇#1 gaycouple 🥇#1 gayboys 🥇#1 Australia 🥇#1 pridemonth 🥇#1 editorspick #2 lgbt+ #3 boyxboyromance #3 lgbtlove #4 gaylove #5 gaypride #7 pride #11 m×m×m #13 abusivecontent #14 bxb #14 boylove #18 love

" this all is your fucking fault" all of a sudden I was slammed against my locker,towering over me was my arch enemy 'Sam the Dam'. My head was pounding against the hard surface,I hissed in pain glaring straight to him. He was fuming with anger like a predator ready to attack his prey. He stretched his right hand to grab my neck and placed the left one on my shoulder to keep me still. He lowered his chin to my ear and snarled "you are fucking dead 'Meth' ,if I have a slightest clue of your involvement in this shit, I will hunt you down till your last breath". I was choking on air and my vision was a blur ,for a while I thought I was going to die .Mustering all the courage that I could have found, I yanked him away from me. Mean while I was gasping for the air, that dickhead had his usual cocky smirk. I aimed at him and broke his nose ,blood oozing in droplets" want to mess with me Sammy! , first of all clear your own shit, you son of a bitch! "with that I punched hard-on his lower abdomen while he was still holding his bleeding nose, I left the locker room with a sense of victory. Two competent boxers who can't stand each other for a moment without insulting.... Ultimately fall in love. Man*man gay romance leave if you are homophobic.

*I do not own any rights to the photo used as my cover* *** #2 in TeenRomance (2026) #4 in Gayness (26) #9 in Teenager (2026) #11 in Coming out the closet (2021) I started this story in 2021... Everything is cringy and bad about this story, but I decided to complete this book since I got a lot of comments disappointed it was never finished. Eric didn't choose or really want to be gay, it just kind of happen- something that just happened, he can't even remember how he found out he was gay all he knew was that he was, And it wasn't like there's nothing wrong with that. Eric wasn't homophobic, he didn't feel disgusted in himself but rather disappointed. Everyone put pressure on him to be this perfect person, whether it being grades or sports or family- everything would be ruin if he came out. That's why he hadn't told anyone in the last couple years, not because he's scared- pft, Eric Goodmen scared? Star football player? Could have all the women by just a click of a button if wasn't for being in love with the same gender- scared? He was just a little 'inconvenienced'. One party changed everything though- to many drinks and making out with the wrong gender to send his fake perfect life crashing down when discovering out the first person he came out to, kissed, and had sex with was Callum Micheals. Mr pretty boy. Like life flashing before his eyes- Eric questioned whether Callum remembered or not? *** The smell of a nose itching fabric softer, too expensive for his parents to buy and the feel of warm feather pillows is what Eric woke up to. His body was somewhat tired, and sweaty but besides that, he felt good- he even let out a morning moan sitting up with his arms to look around, he was at Jackson's. A light ache from his hangover rang through his head reminding him that he drank a lot last night seconds later, he opened his mouth to hiss or groan in pain, but the groan that brought silence to the room wasn't his- it was, "Callum?!" Eric whisper shouted.

"Remember this - don't fuck up my life more than you already have, pretty boy. You're gonna regret it." Even while knowing that he felt nothing towards me other than hatred, that was the first time I really acknowledged the small things about Blake Brooks, something I never thought about before. His face was like a drug I couldn't get enough of. -- Theo Wright is a quiet, and intelligent nerd, who's academically oriented. He comes from a family with a prestigious and wealthy background. He's usually left alone, ignored, and overlooked, but not at his new High School. Not at Redsen High. With his parents firing half of the town's shop owners to make room for more chain restaurants and stores, the town of Redcliff is enraged at the Wrights' actions. Especially Blake Brooks, a popular and obnoxious jock, who just so happens to live next to the Wright mansion, and coincidentally, goes to the same school as Theo. When Blake finds out the news about his parents' unjustified unemployment, he's angry and provoked. And what better way to get back at the Wrights', than to find his way into their business secrets? But to achieve this, he first needs to find his way into Theo Wright's heart. (COMPLETE) tropes - bxb, enemies to lovers, vengeance, temporary unrequited love, revenge, high school, polar opposites, bet, slowburn copyright @asphericity and @ventricosity

Nathaniel Angelev is a gritty, battle-hardened mafia prince who seemingly has it all - money, power, and devastatingly good looks - even though he's sacrificed a lot along the way. But the final straw isn't the knife fight that renders him mute; it's the one that forces him to take the life of his closest friend. So Nate leaves his legacy of blood and gunpowder, determined to turn state's witness and dismantle the entire organization that has caused so much pain. And he finds himself headed straight into the arms of Marshal Reid Logan, a man secretly running from a past of his own. 
But the usual witness protection placements fail, over and over, and after an especially close call, Reid realizes that there must be someone inside of the Marshals Service working against them. Their only option is to send Reid's partner back in to hunt the mole inside of the agency, while Reid and Nate go off the grid and hit the road together. They're constantly on the move, fighting both Nate's fearsome family and their growing attraction to one another. The Angelev specter of danger is ever-looming, leading to numerous close calls and showdowns, with the stakes climbing even higher after Reid and Nate give in to their fierce passion for one another. They come to realize what's truly worth fighting for and learn that love can grow even in seemingly impossible circumstances. *****contains language, violence, sexual content, and other things of a mature nature***** (Originally posted - in a very different form - as Destiel fanfic)

18+ Rhea Knight never wanted to become the person she is today. She had dreams and ambitions. Sadly life decided to shit on her and lead her down a dark path filled with pain and agony. Anthonie De'luca fucks his way through A-list models and socialites. He runs multiple multi-billion dollar companies and is second in command to the Italian Mafia. Life has fucked Anthonie over one too many times. Rhea and Anthonie are one an the same when it comes to Life destroying their hopes and dreams. What happens when two shattered souls find each other ? Will they help each other heal or will they tear each down ? ---- "You are such a fucking asshole Anthonie De'Luca!God,how could I be so fucking stupid!" She yelled as she ran a hand through her naturally wavy hair. I took joy in pissing her off , it lead to great make up sex. She calls me an asshole now but will be screaming my name in exactly five minutes. "Are you done?" I ask raising my wrist that was covered in my rolex "Either you get down on your knees and suck or there's the door." She quickly made her way towards me. Before I could detect it, her hand came flying towards my face. "Bite me Anthonie ." She said raising her hand to slap me again. This time I caught it just before it made contact with my skin. "Wrong move Rhea, you know I like the pain." I smirk as I watch her thighs clench and her throat bob. I grip her waist harshly and pull her towards me. My hands bunch up the bottoms of her dress and trail up her thighs. "You're soaking Rhea," I murmur against her neck. "Just shut the hell up and fuck me," she says, pushing me against the desk.