After the death of his parents, Shen Wenlang is forced into a marriage meant to steady his household.Instead, his wedding night changes everything.

Carter's world is about to change. He is moving way from his hometown and all of the friends that he grew up with. However, there is something about him that his friends don't know... Carter is bisexual. He's endured years of homophobic comments from all of his friends so as a parting gift to them, he has decided to try to shift their perspectives a bit by trying to have a gay experience with each and every one of them.

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑵 𝑽𝑶𝑾 𝑫𝑼𝑬𝑻 - 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑬 Their love was never meant to be gentle. But it was never meant to break them, either. ──── ⋆⋅ ⚰︎ ⋅⋆ ──── 𝒥𝓊𝒶𝓃 𝒞𝓇𝓊𝓏, a 21-year-old with a sharp tongue and an insatiable appetite for pleasure, works in a trendy Chicago nightclub. He craves the sting of a strong, tall, muscular man's hand against his skin, but can he truly escape the shadows of his traumatic past? Or will those dark memories rise up to consume him? 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑜𝓈 Á𝓁𝓋𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓏 𝒯𝓇𝒾𝓊𝓃𝒻𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓇 - known in whispered tones as El Triunfador - a 29-year-old Spanish gang leader whose very presence commands fear and respect. Muscular and tall, he embodies everything Juan desires. But is this dangerous man merely a fleeting fantasy, or will he become the architect of Juan's undoing? As Juan fights with the attraction to El Triunfador, he must confront a chilling question: Can he resist the magnetic pull of a man who could either save him from his demons or shatter his heart into pieces? Trust and fear intertwine in a deadly dance, blurring the lines between love and danger. What Juan doesn't realize yet is that from the moment El Triunfador set his eyes on him, he became more than just another conquest - he became Carlos' good boy, ensnared in a web of desire and darkness, that could either liberate him or seal his fate. ──── ⋆⋅ ⚰︎ ⋅⋆ ──── What they feel isn't safe. What they want isn't soft. Trigger warnings ahead. 18++

It was now nighttime and I returned to my room which was very dark. The curtains were closed, strange I'm sure it was open this morning... Whatever. I put my bag down and went straight into the shower. I didn't spend a long time inside cause I was very tired and wanted to sleep. It was an exhausting day, I searched for some work, but like usual I failed... I sighted. I went out of the bathroom with only a towel around my waist and started to sit down when someone pushed me into the floor. Shit! Who was that? What did he want? I was very afraid and I had a lot of question passing my mind in this few seconds but didn't want to submit to my aggressor. I groaned and tried to get myself up, but he... Yeah, he was too strong and big to be she... Put his knee on my back and started to tie my hands together with some rope. Was he trying to kidnap or tie me? I froze in fear for a few seconds and stopped moving. I suppose he let his guard down since I stopped struggling, so I took this chance and flipped us over. It was now my turn to be on top and somehow succeeded to untie myself. I was lucky he didn't have time to fully tie me yet, so it was kind of easy. It was dark, so I couldn't see his face, but I still put my hands around his throat and started to strangle him a bit. 'W-Who are you and w-what do y-you want?' I asked trying to hide my fear that I miserably failed. '...' He still didn't respond, I was starting to loose control on myself. His silence was killing me and I started to shake in fear. Then he spoke and caught all my attention: 'You're so cute when you're afraid pet.' I froze, I recognized this voice and my fear turned to be true. All the struggling to escape, to disappear, to forget about him now came back in an instant. I was now trembling constantly losing all control of my body, my hand lets go of the man throat and all I could do was shakily say: 'Dimitri...' THIS IS A BOYXBOY STORY, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!!

「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」 ── My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there. ❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞ ── 𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮: I bake bread. I keep my head down. I don't speak. Silence is safer than begging. I learned that with blood in my mouth and my stepbrother's words crawling under my skin. He trades me like a cigarette, lit, used and passed on. People forget me. They walk past and look through. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw me. It started with roses, anonymous. Then came the late night shadows outside the bakery. Now, I feel him before I even hear his voice. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: He smells like flour and fear. And I want both. I call him Little Ghost because he floats through this shitty town like he's not part of it. Mute. Soft. Fragile like glass. I'm gonna crack him open. First time I saw him, I wanted to fuck the sound out of him. Second time, I wanted to ruin his mouth. Now? I just want to keep him shaking and mine. I'm not in love. I'm obsessed. He bakes bread and I break bones. We were never meant to touch. So I'll drag him into my world until he breaks in mine. ──

「"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.

NOT YOUR AVERAGE LOVE STORY Loving her, is a blessing and a curse. A love entrenching itself in one's core, ablazing a heart, until it becomes a single cinder. I'm her. I'm Dae'ja-not danger. A 22 year old, medical student, specializing in General & Cosmetic Dentistry who meddles in a lot of things, I didn't think love would be one of them, until... I met HIM. One night. One meeting. One heated stare down. And the next thing I know, is that l'm living every girl's dream-well at least, every girl I know. *** This book is a Jamaican Romance/Fanfiction❤️‍???????????? it'll contain mature scenes, violence, love & heart aches. Enjoy.???? Ranking????

"Not because I'm bigger in size mean I'm no less of a female" "It might as well be uh feel him aguh choose you ova me" "Anyday"