Edward doesn't kneel. Not anymore. Not since the crash that took Lily. In the years since, he's built a life with no give. ER shifts, back-to-back. The sharp clarity of the hospital: white lights, clean lines, no chaos. No bruises. No rules. That part of him, the one that craved being owned, he buried under routine and fluorescent glare. Until Lance brings Sykes into his orbit. Sykes. Calm. Unyielding. With eyes that stay on him too long and hands that know exactly where to press. He doesn't ask Edward to remember. He doesn't offer a way back. He simply holds out the silence and waits to see what Edward will do inside it. What begins between them isn't romance. It's reclamation. A return to the part of Edward he thought he buried with her ashes. But his body remembers. The stillness. The ache that meant trust. And Sykes doesn't flinch from that edge. He stands on it, with Edward beside him, toeing the line between sanity and surrender.

Icarus Crane is a fledgling vampire with a feisty, free spirited attitude. He lives with his sire, and leads a peaceful life with his new family. His sire always warned him to never get near a master vampire. They're dangerous and powerful and hold no emotions what so ever. Once you're taken and claimed, by a master vampire you're more valuable than them because you hold their power. Icarus ignores the rules and runs into someone. Someone that decides he's going to make Icarus his own. This story is rated R, and not edited First book in the Supernatural Lovers series Part of a series but can be read as a stand alone

🚨‼️PLEASE READ‼️🚨 Due to my book getting reports, I have REMOVED all punishment scenes, hardcore scenes and sex scenes. All of those scenes will only be available on REAM under the $3 Tier. LINK IS IN MY BIO🩷 The series will continue on Wattpad as normal... just WITHOUT the scenes listed above. ----- Julian thought training Alec would be a mission... structured, contained, temporary. A way to help a broken sub find his way back from the edge without letting the past bleed into his present life with Preston. He was wrong. Alec arrives like a storm no one can predict: sharp-tongued, guarded, reckless, pushing every boundary Julian tries to set. He scoffs at rules, tests limits, vanishes for hours only to return marked and defiant. Yet beneath the attitude is a quiet desperation... a boy who learned early that love hurts, so better to hurt first and harder. Julian sees it and Preston sees it. And both of them refuse to look away. Preston, now fully collared and deeply surrendered, finds himself unexpectedly drawn into the orbit of Alec's chaos. Alec is not an easy book to read. His pages are torn, ink smeared, words crossed out and rewritten in anger. Most people would close him and walk away. Not Julian and Preston. They turn the pages together because they both know that if you have the patience to push through the fear and the rage and the self-sabotage... what waits at the end is a story worth cherishing. This is a story of three hearts learning... messily, painfully, beautifully... how to hold each other without breaking.

Top Ratings : #1 bottom ( 15.04.2026) #6 bl ( 25.04.2026 ) #3 top ( 16.05.2026) #3 loveislove ( 17.05.2026 ) #1 British ( 26.05.2026) #1 loveislove ( 31.05.2026 ) "I hate you," he said...his voice trembling with fury. "I hate your voice. I hate the very sound of your breathing." Before he could walk away, fingers curled around his collar, slamming him against the wall. A whisper followed...low, dangerous, and sealed like a dark promise. "It isn't hatred," he murmured. "It's love. Whether you accept it or not." "Lies," came the broken reply. "Everything you've said is a lie." "Yes, I lied," he admitted calmly. "And I'll lie again if I have to. I'll do anything....but I will never let you walk away from me." The cold sting of a syringe pressed into his skin. ~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●●~~~~~~~~●●●●~~~~~●●●~~ Agniv Mehra, a 24-year-old Indian student, arrives in New York carrying ambition, rebellion, and a past he refuses to speak about. He doesn't follow orders. He never has. Karen Craves, a 32-year-old British professor, is authority personified-controlled, commanding, and dangerously unreadable. Everyone listens to him. Everyone obeys. Except Agniv. Two men.Two secrets. One Line should never meant to be crossed When stubborn defiance collides with ruthless obsession, boundaries blur, lies deepen, and control becomes addictive. Is this love...or something far more merciless? And when the truth finally surfaces... will either of them survive it? Tropes & Themes ●Top Student × Bottom Professor ●Dark Academia ●Power Play ●Age Gap (8 years) ●Mild BDSM ●Lies & Manipulation ●Good Boy Kink ●Indian × British ●Hidden Identities ●Obsession vs Control

(Book 3 in The Cross Brothers Series) Nathan Drakos has never been denied. As the spoiled, ruthless heir to a mafia kingpin, he takes what he wants -power, pleasure- and nothing has ever resisted him for long. Nothing except Kasian Cross. Untouchable, lethal, and sinfully beautiful, Kasian drives Nathan to madness. Rejection only fuels his hunger, twisting it into obsession. And Nathan isn't above breaking every rule to claim him -blackmail, bloodshed, even hostages- if that's what it takes to force Kasian to his knees. But Kasian Cross is no one's prey. Dangerous, merciless, and devastatingly beautiful, he's spent years in the shadows, a predator biding his time. And now Nathan dares to hunt him? To force him into a confrontation? Foolish. Nathan may be reckless enough to chase him, but Kasian has no intention of being caught. If Nathan wants to play with fire, then Kasian will make sure he burns-slow, hard, and begging for more. He'll teach him a lesson in the one place none of Nathan's minions can reach - The Prison from Hell. What begins as pursuit spirals into a ruthless game of cat and mouse-one dripping with obsession, power, and the kind of twisted desire that could burn them both alive. And when two predators lock their teeth into each other, someone is going to bleed. Copyright © 2026 | All Rights Reserved

Brody is in need of a Daddy Derek is in need of a Baby Boy Let's kill two birds with one stone °°°°°° Warnings✓ Boyxboy action! Profanity DD/LB or CG/L Smut!

Life is looking up for Niko until he starts his job as a secretary at a sketchy pharmaceutical company, his path meets with the boss Damion, who knows the wild things that will occur when they truly get to know each other. A/N: Hi there everybody I hope you guys can love this book as much as you did my last one I promise I wont just leave this book to die like I did the last one, I really hope you like this book and if you have any ideas on chapters or just simple edits you think I should make then don't hesitate to contact me or comment on the book!

"We aren't gonna touch you, we wanna see you breakdown like the needy slut you are." Raisha Beckett is a innocent flower. Jahmir and Jovanni Moretti want to make him fall apart. Petal by Petal. 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗴𝗼 𝘁𝗼 @𝗯𝗶𝘀𝗵_𝗱𝗿𝗶𝗽 𝗼𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿

This is a cg/l story about a secret daddy/dom who moves into a house next door to a little/sub. Follow River's POV as he tries to navegate his feelings for his new, and only, friend, Marcus, as they get to know each other more. What will happen when Marcus discovers River's "little" secret? What obstacles will be thrown their way? How will they overcome these obstacles? Read on to find out.....

> "You talk too much, Niko." "Tie me up, then. Shut me up with your mouth." Niko knows he's hot - cocky smirk, inked skin, always in control. He's used to being chased, used, and worshipped. Until Lance. Lance is the last person you'd expect to ruin a bad boy. Top grades. Cold eyes. Always watching, always quiet. But underneath those soft sweaters is someone dark, dangerous, and dominant as hell. And Niko can't stop pushing. He wants to be punished. Wants to be broken. Wants Lance to finally lose that calm and grab him by the throat. > "You like acting tough, but I see it, Niko. You want to be told when to kneel." "Then fucking tell me Lance. I'll kneel. Just don't stop. Please I beg you." One insult turned into obsession. One power play turned into Niko begging for more. Now they're toeing the line between hate, lust, and something that sounds dangerously close to love. He wanted control. He got Lance.