Angels are not supposed to have soulmates. It was impossible. Soulmates was a human thing and they were far from that. Yet one day Gabriel felt a slight pain and knew at once... from years of watching... that it meant he had a soulmate. Gabriel became accustomed to the pain since it kept coming. When he finally meets the man they go through a world of trouble. Finally deciding not to be together they break it off and God is furious. He comes up with an idea that'll ensure they stay together... they were meant for each other... afterall that's how he planned it.

❝︎︎ My trembling lips, my trembling eyes are telling you. ❞ [ 10 SECONDS ] ── 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 a blind Kumiho finds belonging, and a Gorgon learns he never has to hide for him. ━━━ Started: September 13th, 2025. Completed: TBA Based on the Wednesday TV Show. Ajax Petropolus x Male! OC. [Shin Min-jun] x Tyler Galpin © itsalittlesunny

"I need to get out of this city fast." Eli who is 21 years old hasn't been living the easiest life. He recently moved out & away from his abusive dad and signed up for a dorm in his college the second he had the opportunity to do so. He had a goal to graduate from college and leave the city that has been giving him nothing but painful memories & false hope. But that goal was crushed when he soon met his best friend who is also his crush. Eli found out that his best friend Xavier is gonna be his teacher at the college along with his 3 husbands. He's been trying to move on from Xavier after finding out he got married to 3 men but little did he know ignoring Xavier was the biggest mistake he made because Xavier wouldn't let Eli go easily this time. Now Eli knows he is fucked & this is only the beginning of his nightmare.

Book one of three in the Project Trilogy MUST BE READ IN ORDER EMERY GRAY: I'm the friend who likes doing cute things for my friends if I notice they aren't mentally doing well. I enjoy making uplifting cards or beaded bracelets just so they can smile. I do this for holidays, too, because I know the holidays can be hard for some. I never knew my friend group was secretly against me the entire time. After overhearing them laugh at my expense, I'm about to walk away. When I turn, I slam right into a very tall wall of muscle that sends me backward before another hand shoots out and catches my elbow before I fall. When I look up, I see them. The infamous Triple-A. Everyone hates them. They don't trust anyone. They're cruel. Those are all things I've heard but never witnessed. After they drag me away from my supposed group of friends, they offer me a safe place with them. I decline. I declined because my brother would have my head if I accepted. If Ellis found out I befriended the group he hated, I wouldn't know what to do. But a member of Triple-A has noticed me. Alaric Benson. The jokester. The class-clown. The one with the amazing hazel eyes that I start getting lost in. No, I can't befriend Triple-A, but the offer becomes harder to resist when I realize how alone I feel. I befriended them, and they started helping me find out who I am. They aren't cruel like everyone believes. Not unless they have to be. So, where did everyone get this idea? Oh, god, someone help me. I don't know how much longer I can resist Alaric Benson. Falling in love with him is a recipe for disaster! Right? If my brother finds out, I don't know what will happen, but I can't resist him anymore. Screw the damage I'll take from the fallout. It's my life, and I need to remember that.

Marco grew up believing cruelty was love, every bruise disguised as care, every lie packaged as truth. He found himself at a police station and got a DNA test. The results revealed more than bloodlines, they uncovered five brothers. Brothers he was never meant to find. Brothers, someone had kept from him for a reason. This is my first story, so I apologize if it's not good. Also, English is not my first language. Read the warnings!!! Slow updates! (I also edited the story, so if some comments don't make sense, it's because I changed some things, but most of it is the same. The thing I changed most was the writing.) Happy reading!! (づ˶•༝•˶)づ♡

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

At twenty years old, Luca Moretti lives fast, loud, and reckless-street races at midnight, fists bruised by dawn, emotions buried so deep they might as well be dead. He doesn't believe in family, loyalty, or second chances. All he believes in is speed, violence, and never letting anyone see him bleed. Then his mother remarries. His new stepfather is a powerful mafia figure. His new stepbrothers are criminals raised on blood and hierarchy-three older, one younger-and none of them trust Luca. Worse, they start to see themselves in him. What no one knows is that Luca already belongs to a gang of his own. A rival racer stalks him from the shadows, a war brews beneath the city, and every secret Luca hides pulls him closer to a collision that could destroy them all. Told in Luca's raw, unfiltered voice, Blood in the Rearview is a dark, gritty story about anger passed down like inheritance, brotherhood forged in violence, and a boy who would rather burn than admit he feels anything at all.

Luca Moretti survived his inheritance. He survived gangs, blood debts, and a family built from violence. He learned how to keep moving, how not to feel, how to choose loyalty over truth. Then he meets him. A racer who rides like Luca fights. A man who drinks like Luca runs. A mirror with different scars. They hate each other on sight-because recognition is dangerous, and because falling in love with the enemy would destroy everything they're trying to protect. So they hurt each other instead. They race too close. They fight too hard. They say the things meant to cut deepest. And still, they keep finding each other-on the track, in the dark, far from family, far from safety. Because some love stories aren't meant to save you. They're meant to burn you alive.

Five years after Luca Moretti walked away from the only man he ever loved, the city barely recognizes him anymore. He is colder now. Quieter. Sharper around the edges. The reckless boy who raced to disappear is gone-replaced by a man who survives because someone depends on him. Luca is a father. Not by blood, but by choice. His son-three years old, loud, fearless, and loved too fiercely-is the only soft thing Luca allows himself. The boy is raised inside a house full of violence-turned-loyalty: a mafia stepfather who would burn the city for him, stepbrothers who treat him like something sacred, and a grandmother who kisses his scraped knees like they're miracles. Luca never moved on. He just stopped hoping. Elliot Ríos disappeared after the war, believing Luca had built a life without him-believing that was the only way they both survived. He didn't know about the child. He didn't know about the nights Luca spent staring at empty roads. He didn't know the love was still there, intact and unspent. Until a small boy collides with him on a sidewalk. Until a child with Luca's eyes and Luca's temper looks up at him and says, without hesitation: "Sorry, Dad." And then, pointing at Luca- "My other Dad." Book Three is about coming home after devastation, about chosen family, about learning how to love again when the cost is no longer just your own heart. Because some loves don't end. They just wait until the people involved are strong enough to survive them.

Leo a submissive with self harm habits is unhappy in his current relationship with a dom and two other subs due to mental changes that are happening to him which caused him to start acting out a lot towards his current dominant, which then prompts the dominant to take a punishment too far, will it break him or break them? Xavier and Jason are two daddy doms in a relationship though they still feel incomplete due to the lack of a little in their relationship, in their relationship Xavier tops Jason but since they're both dominants they're always on the look for a litte boy to complete them. Will they find Leo in time or will it be too late? This is not my story it belongs to Jesssillakee they just went awol and I haven't heard from them since 2024 its incomplete so I'm just writing it and rewording a few things to feed my reading hunger Updates every Monday/Wednesday/Friday - depending on time zones