(Completed MXM) In a kingdom of wolves, a prince dwells with an unappealing attitude and a way of distancing himself from anything that deals with 'love'. You could say he was Prince Charming's opposite. His only true hatred was a certain beast, a species he wanted to obliterate until extinction: wolves. No one really knew why. But what happens when the snarky, harsh prince meets his soulmate? What happens when he learns that his 'destined love' is a werewolf? (Not as cliche as you think. Or at least I try to make it different.) {Ranked #6 in malexmale}<---Still unbelievable

[Complete] A mxmxm, mobster threesome story: I have been pretending that I didn't know. I've been pretending that I believed his lie that he was just a simple businessman. But I knew the truth. I knew the truth because we have been friends for ten years now, and these things, you just don't overlook. I've known my best friend since we were fifteen. We've lived together since we were sixteen. It's hard not to see the changes in someone when you see them every day, every night. But he seems to believe that he's had me fooled. But that's alright. I had my own secret too. I was in love with my mobster best friend. A/N: This is a story of a romance between three men. Feel free to click away to another story if this is an uncomfortable topic for you. Best Rankings: #1 in malexmale #1 in gay #1 in threesome #2 in hurt #9 in comfort

Book 2: The Fated Chronicles Will doesn't trust anyone. Doesn't let them in because he doesn't want to get hurt again, he can't afford to. Will is lost, he's been through too much to not be. Will doesn't know what he's doing, besides trying to make it through each day. But it's hard because Will is scared. Will is always scared. Damon is mad, he's the next in line alpha to a pack that fears him. Damon is always mad because nobody gets him, they all think he needs to be fixed, he doesn't. Damon does bad things when he's mad and even worst things when he's sad. And these days, Damon is always sad. Will and Damon are both broken. Broken pieces sometimes fit together and other times, they don't. But every once in a while, they clash until they fit just right. Will and Damon fit just right

"You are mine to kiss," Damian kisses me and runs his hands through my hair. "You're mine to own," He sank his teeth into my shoulder, marking me and owning me forever since we were mates. "You are mine too fuck," He bends me over his desk, thrusting deep inside of me. "You are mine to love," He trails kisses all over my neck, whispering words of love and affection in my ear. "You. Are. Mine." Damian Reed gives me a beautiful diamond ring, which must cost a fortune, but he doesn't care how much money he spends on me, he could give me the world. Damian Reed is my stepbrother, we have a strained relationship, we always avoided each other, and I think he hates my existence. He's an Alpha, he's hot, cruel and a total player, jumping between girls since he doesn't believe in mates. Until he finds out that I'm his mate, his omega, our bond is forbidden and taboo, but he sets his mind to own every single part of me even if he has to kill those around him. [𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬]

| BOOK 2: Torn Series | The scatterbrained Beta of the Crescent Falls pack thought that he was straight. That is, until he met Corey Cahill. The mysterious wolf was the complete opposite of what Ortiz expected his fated mate to be - protective, dominant, an Alpha, and worst of all, a man. As unexpected as it is undeniable, Ortiz and Corey's connection ignites an electrifying flame that neither can easily deny. But as the headstrong and often obnoxious Beta battles against the allure of the silent giant who challenges his beliefs at every turn, an unexpected web of chilling secrets slowly begins to unravel around them, threatening to sever their fragile bond for good. In Corey and Ortiz's pursuit of happiness, wounded hearts must mend, and old scars must heal. But when darkness torments, sometimes even the brightest of flames may not be enough to conquer the shadows. ~ This book can stand alone but I recommend reading the first book in the series, TORN, before this one ~ WARNING. THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES.

You know when people say how it's like love at first sight when seeing their love for the first time? You look him in the eyes and know he's the man of your dreams. Bullshit! There's nothing that would ever change my mind about the so-called love of my life! Sure, the first time I saw him he was annoyingly handsome with his proud demeanour & defined cheekbones. That penetrating look of his made my knees weak. With shiny black shoes and a Dracula coat with a hairstyle as shiny as his Santorini black jaguar. But the first thing I thought when I saw Reed Ramon Hook the third was, what a twat! A proud rich dipshit who thinks he can own everything. No one could ever say no to this noble twat! You may wonder why I roast the love of my life. But is there anyone who has the permission to do so it must be his own omega, right? Yes, I forgot to mention how this perfect dipshit to a hunkalicious twat is the alpha of the Hookhill pack. To be honest, I had no idea what that meant. Nor did I know how a man can bend down and suddenly stand on four paws, growing a tail! It came as news to me! But the biggest shock was how it turned out that I also can warp into a beast with a furry tail above my ass! From being an unsuccessful yet optimistic guy without an income but with a sense of sarcasm, to then kind of belong to town's richest man, becoming the subject of an Alpha battle. I understand if you're confused. So was I! But let me rewind the tape and take everything from the beginning. Lean back and embrace your sassiness! Because sassiness rules and is needed when dealing with a twat! Heads up! This book contains mature themes like smut, mpreg, violence & bad language. It addresses important topics like rights & gender. I want to highlight these themes but don't intend to devalue anyone stereotypically. It's a fictional story intended to entertain but with important topics. Trigger warning for abusive-like violence and oppression, mainly towards the end.

Alex, a new student at Breakworth College studying art, struggles with being on time for class. With a lack of friends and no social groups, he finds himself alone and helpless. One encounter after another with Zack, he finds himself debating whether or not Zack is really homophobic and a downright asshole or is trying to hide something about himself; only time will tell. --- I had two options: Say yes or make this situation worse for myself, Deciding on option two, "Zack, you're acting pretty gay for someone who's homophobic," I said slyly. I knew this could only cause him to get angrier, but I knew it was true he was the one who called me a "fag" not even a week ago. "I'm not gay, unlike you; I just know how to get things I want, and you caught my eye. Being my friend is a blessing. You should take the offer," He said, still against my neck. "Aren't you cocky," I replied, trying to stand my ground. Gripping tighter on my waist, he hummed against my ear once again. "I'm getting impatient, Alex. Cut the crap. Say yes already so we can put this past us. I already know I can get you to say Yes," and in a barely audible voice, I heard him say, "I know your weakness". "Now, what weakness could that be-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before a set of teeth sank into the sensitive flesh of my neck, sending an unexpected wave of pleasure through me. "W-wait, not there. Fine, fine. I'll be your friend. Just stop that shit." Zack paused, his breath hot against my skin as he chuckled. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" His tone was dripping with satisfaction, revelling in his perceived victory. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine with a predatory glint. I tried to steady my breathing, my pulse racing from the conflicting sensations. "What is wrong with you?" I muttered, more to myself than to him. The fear and arousal mingled in a way that left me feeling disoriented and vulnerable.

"sir, I can't do this" I whimper as I look up meeting his hazel eyes "What makes you say that?" he asks as he sits down in the chair beside me. The pencil I was holding falls out of my hands as I stare at the paper in front of me. Words have never looked so scary to me. They started to get blurry and the b that I wrote at the top of the paper looked more like a d. "It's just I can't concentrate bec--" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jayce Morgans , always portrayed as the schools "bad boy" truth be told he's never done anything bad in his school life. He may have back talked a teacher or punched a student but that was it. No one ever took the time to get to know him he had one close friend, Hanna, the only other people who talked with him were his parents and his six younger siblings and three older ones. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "sir" I say as I back up against the wall "we can't do this" "Who said we can't?" He asks as his hands grab mine pinning them above my head "It's just not pro--" a strangled moan leaves my lips as he bites my neck. "What was that?" he smirks "you rat bastard" ~ ♡ ~ BoyxBoy ○ [WARNING]: will contain sexual content between two men. ○ {NOTE} : this story will be a short story, so around the 20 - 23 (maybe a couple more) chapters and that is it! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

«Stefanelli... Christian Stefanelli» Guardai la segretaria cercare il mio nome nel lungo elenco di fogli che aveva. «Stefanelli, Stefanelli, Stefanelli... Ah eccolo! Stanza 258, sei in camera con un certo Mattia Zenzola!» Presi le chiavi che mi offriva e le rivolsi uno dei miei sorrisi, che ero sicuro l'avrebbero sciolta. Probabilmente quella segretaria quarantenne era la donna più giovane in questo posto. Perché i miei mi avevano costretto ad un college maschile? Beh in realtà lo sapevo, ma non era comunque giusto. (Questa storia NON è mia, ma di @sgrissi, questa è solo una rivisitazione in versione zenzonelli, perché nasce come una larry.)

《Qui le regole le faccio io. Hai capito?》 《E se non mi piacciono le tue regole?》 Ryan è la personificazione del bravo ragazzo: gentile, educato e di umile famiglia. È sicuro di sé stesso e non ha problemi ad urlare al mondo intero la sua omosessualità. Non ha mai scalfito ad alcuna regole e quando mette piede per la prima volta all'università di Yale, tutto avrebbe immaginato meno che scontrarsi con il figlio scontroso e problematico del preside. Una spallata data per sbaglio. Un botta e risposta, ed è subito caos. Thomas è sempre stato abituato ad ottenere quello che vuole. Essere il figlio del rettore di una delle università americane più facoltose, ha i suoi vantaggi e Thomas non se ne lascia scappare uno. Arrogante, bello, ribelle e incline a mettersi nei guai, troverà in Ryan tutto ciò che ha sempre detestato ma anche desiderato. Tra i due sembra antipatia a prima vista. I loro caratteri non coincidono,e Ryan non ci sta a sottostare alla prepotenza di Thomas ne tanto meno alle sue assurde regole mirate a governare l'intero college. Ma quando I due vengono messi assieme per lavorare ad un progetto, le cose si fanno ancora più complicate, perché l'antipatia cresce ma con essa anche un inspiegabile attrazione. Ma Thomas non è gay, o almeno così va dicendo in giro, eppure la vicinanza con Ryan sembra non essergli indifferente. Una sera, i due si ritrovano coinvolti in un inseguimento da parte di un gruppo di ragazzi con cui Thomas ha dei conti in sospeso, e per mascherare la loro presenza, in un vicolo, Thomas bacia Ryan, facendo così credere di essere una coppia di passaggio. Ma quel bacio scatenerà in entrambi rivelazioni ed emozioni a cui forse nessuno dei due era pronto...