[BxBxBxB] Slut. Whore. Bitch. All these words are me. My name is Taylor Mace and this is my story. -Top Rankings- #1 in Werewolves 7.24.19 #1 in Mates 7.24.19 #1 in bxbxbxb 7.24.19

Frost Blue's the type of guy who commits himself to the choices he makes. Whether that choice might be distancing himself, giving up, or the complete opposite. He's also the type of guy who lets the past traumas of his life haunt him, day and night, until he's gasping for air and panicking for any kind of escape. Frost Blue decides he needs to pull himself together after failing his final year of high school. Decides he's let the past ruin his life enough and needs to walk into the future without it on his mind. In solution; him and his parents arrange a spot for him in a men's home, named 'A Found Home For Lost Boys.' So the Brit leaves like he says he will to Washington, USA, and prays all of it will be worth it in the end. Will he make the fast recovery he's hoping for? Will he find the ten clients, and one psychologist, who reside there, friendly and easy to connect with? Or will he have the complete opposite experience? * Word Count : 146K± Rankings: #1 in verygay 12/08/2025 #2 in growth 01/01/2026 #37 in depression 01/01/2026

"On en a pour combien de temps? _Le boss n'a pas précisé. Mais puisqu'il dit que c'est pour ton anniversaire et que tu n'as pas besoin de payer... Mars se suréleva sur les genoux en posant ses mains sur les cuisses de Hongjoong, son visage proche de celui de l'homme d'affaires. _J'imagine qu'on peut rester aussi longtemps que tu auras besoin." Seonghwa n'a rien à perdre, Hongjoong n'a rien à gagner. L'un est au pieds du mur, l'autre accepte de vivre sans être lui-même. Et ce n'est que dans un club de strip-tease, cachés de la vue de tous, qu'un riche homme d'affaires rencontre un jeune homme en manque d'amour. En manque de richesse. Mais certainement pas en manque de... mordant. Quand l'amour se mêle aux contraintes, Hongjoong doit apprendre à réprimer ce qu'il ressent. Pour le meilleur et pour le pire. Pour accomplir ce que l'on attend de lui. Et un certain danseur de la nuit en profite pour rendre les choses difficiles. Vraiment, vraiment difficiles... ___ ⚠⚠⚠ FICTIONNEL!!! Smut Angst (pas beaucoup) Homphobie Club de strip-tease Dépendance financière Mention de tentative d'agression s*xuelle ___ Crédit pour la couverture: @thequietworldofnovae

[T4KT] Eight boys. Eight stories. Eight fates. In a world where music and the arts are banned, hope is non-existent, and passions chained up and restricted, one man has a vision in mind; a beautiful pirate ship, sails swelling in the air, riding peacefully towards the horizon. He hasn't got a crew, and the government would never allow it. But Kim Hongjoong is a determined man, and he'll do whatever it takes for his dream to come true.

"We need a distraction, something big." "Like what?" Wooyoung asked, his voice sharp. "You gonna blow something up, hotshot?" San's eyes glinted, a hint of last night's heat in his gaze. "Maybe I will, princess. You got a better idea?" Wooyoung did have a better idea, one including punching sans stupidly hot face. (Psycho killers au) Woosan

Jonathan hasn't been honest a single day in his life. All his friends, his smiles, and his zest for life are just a way of lying to himself and everyone else. Did he have a bit of an addiction to alcohol and tobacco? Maybe. Was he incapable of eating a single full plate of food a day? Perhaps. Did he live with an abusive, drug-addled father 24/7? True. But he was okay, because he was Jonathan. And Jonathan was the happy kid, the life of the party, and he didn't have any problems in life. Right? Sending him to an institution with five other boys in equally deplorable mental states is just an excuse for him to run away from home, not because he needs it. Obviously. The important thing is that Jonathan will continue to be perfect...until he isn't.

Liana Vescari has always been the nice one, the girl who smooths over arguments, puts others first, and never asks for more than she's given. At eighteen, in a family everyone admires, her kindness is praised as maturity, her silence mistaken for strength. When she was fifteen, her older sister's boyfriend, charming, trusted, and deeply woven into their family, began crossing lines so subtly that Liana convinced herself it was nothing. She didn't want to be dramatic. She didn't want to hurt anyone. What felt like care slowly became control, and by the time she was old enough to understand what was happening, she had already learned to blame herself for not saying no. Determined to protect her family's image and her sister's happiness, Liana keeps quiet. She tells herself she's fine, even as depression settles in and bulimia becomes a way to punish her body for taking up too much space. Survival, she believes, means enduring without complaint. When three new friends enter her life and offer a kind of safety she's never known, Liana begins to question whether being good should hurt this much. But as her abuser tightens his hold and the truth threatens to surface, she faces an impossible choice. Speaking up could finally free her, but it may also cost her the family, identity, and love she's spent her life trying not to disappoint.

✅COMPLETED✅ This book is basically the government ships of ATEEZ in an AU of Smut and Thrill. ⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️⛓️ Seoul is on fire. Heroes and villains locked in a war that could shake the entire country. The Aegis Tower shines with discipline and order. The Leviathan prowls the waters of Incheon, pulsing with danger and secrets. Eight men. Four fated pairs. They should be enemies. They should kill each other. But every fight, every mission, every stolen breath drags them closer. Until lines blur into bruised lips, bitten skin, and whispered promises in the dark. It's not just about protecting Korea. It's not just about destroying the enemy. It's about obsession, hunger, and the kind of love that feels like war. ⛓️‍💥

A spirit was wandering around, hopeful to finally find a soul to merge with. It had spent centuries strolling from town to town just to get rejected only because of being too weak. One early morning though, it had finally found a soul weak enough for it to mix with, and when it happened it lost consciousness. That was when Kim Hongjoong, a normal boy, while walking to his workplace, found a body laying on the ground, oblivious of what he had come to.