Creighton King x Mikhail Orlov Creighton King should not desire Mikhail Orlov. The man is his enemy, his ruin, the darkness that beckons with a sinister allure. But the line between love and hate is treacherously thin, And Creighton has never been a saint when lust weaves its dangerous spell. Mikhail never knew what he needed-until he saw those ocean eyes. Now, he is a man undone, driven by the ache to uncover every secret, every scar. Creighton is chaos wrapped in beauty, and Mikhail is helpless to resist. Their love becomes a symphony of desire and destruction.

This story is of a naive innocent boy who is trying to exist in this large world all alone but... He never expected two people will suddenly come in his life and change it....let's see the change is in a good way or a bad one.. ****************************************************************** THIS STORY CONTAINS Threesome gay couple Two top and one soft bottom Age gap spankings Dark obsession mpreg Hope you like it... ❤️🧿

After Abandoning Abhay for 7 years his brothers Wants him home back , for what ? Just to Get the transfer paper signed , what will he react to this ? When the past memories are still burning freshly in his mind , The words Orphanage.Good Riddance.Orphan.Hate.Burden. Baggage.liability. ______________________________ Abhay Birla sat alone in the dim corner of his new room, the silence suffocating. The laughter, warmth, and love of home felt like a distant memory-erased in a single night. The crash. The fire. Their parents were gone, and so was his family. His brothers, Shivam and Shivansh, once his protectors, had turned against him. Their eyes held only blame, their words like knives. "Good riddance," Shivansh had spat, while Shivam hesitated only briefly before agreeing to send him away. Even their aunt, cold and calculating, suggested keeping him in an orphanage for years. Abhay had begged, pleaded, even whispered apologies getting on his knees clutching his brothers Leg desperately he didn't understand he owed. But his cries were met with silence and cruelty. Alone, abandoned, he realized that the family he had trusted most had abandoned him completely.where he is Tortured and starved by the People who are their for kids comfort. And now after 7 years his brothers brought him back , but they didn't know the person with them is just a shell of the former Abhay they broke , the boy who used to talk all day is partially mute, the one who brightens the room he entered is now gone , instead there is a boy who flinches when spoken loudly, Cries easily and Is Alive just because of One person 'Rudra Pratap Singh ' . Read the book to know more . ---

VISHWAJIT PRATAP SINGH: People don't just whisper his name - they shiver when they do. Vishwajit Pratap Singh. The man who doesn't rule a city. He commands Central India. From the dusty streets of Madhya Pradesh to the towering skylines of Nagpur and Raipur - his shadow stretches farther than the law dares to reach. Ministers bow, cops tremble, and even rival dons pray they never cross his path. He's not in politics, but politics bends for him. One command from him, and cities burn. They call him Raja of the Underworld. To betray him is to dig your own grave. To stand beside him is to walk with power. In a world of snakes, he's the king cobra - coiled, silent, and lethal. ISHAN TRIPATHI: The boy who blinks back tears when someone raises their voice - not from fear, but because it genuinely hurts. Ishaan Tripathi is gentle in a world that's anything but. An introvert with a fragile body and an even softer heart, he walks like a prayer - careful, quiet, and full of grace. He startles at conflict, apologizes even when he's not at fault, and hides behind books instead of people. Born with a condition that makes him physically weak, Ishaan is a boy made of glass - but never cold. And somehow, he's the one soul that Vishwajit Pratap Singh, the feared mafia king, bows his head for. To the world, Ishaan is delicate. To Vishwajit, he's divine. His calm in the chaos. His light in the dark. His only softness - in a life carved from violence.

these two have utterly consumed my brain, so i had to write about these two. if i make any mistakes please please correct me!! id also love some requests hehe 🙈

« - 𝑳𝒆𝒗𝒊 ! - 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 ? - 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. - 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑬𝒓𝒆𝒏. » E͟v͟e͟r͟y͟o͟n͟e͟ k͟n͟o͟w͟s͟ E͟r͟e͟n͟ i͟s͟ i͟n͟ l͟o͟v͟e͟ w͟i͟t͟h͟ L͟e͟v͟i͟. E͟v͟e͟n͟ t͟h͟e͟ c͟o͟n͟c͟e͟r͟n͟e͟d͟ o͟n͟e͟. ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷ ʳᵃⁿᵈᵒᵐ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʳˢᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ᵒᵘʳ ᵗʷᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵇⁱʳᵈˢ /!\ 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗿𝗶/𝗥𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 /!\

Crossposted on AO3. Requests are open, any BL/GL pairing, hit me with a scene, a specific kink, a concept, let's go. Things I don't write about: -Age Play -Non-Consensual, including CNC. - Watersports [the kink not the sport lol]. -Etemophilia

⚠️ mature content.....18+ Kain's father die in an accident when he was 5 from his childhood there are only two persons whom he love the most his mother Aliza and his uncle. Kain who fall in love with his uncle Don't know that her mother feel the same way. This story contain sensitive topics like Kidnappings. Murder. Blood. Smut. Angst. This story has mature content so read it on your on risk don't hate the story if you don't like just leave... No hate comment.

Jai or better known as Ravana is most ruthless, black hearted man you can meet but even if black its a heart too, a heart that too beats for someone. Sita understands him because she has gone through the same thing Jai has and she loves him the way he is because somewhere she knows he won't change, not for atleast.