❝ Why would an Italian CEO settle for anything less, especially for a narcissistic, playboy Russian motorcycle driver? ❞ [18+] 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐕 is unfamiliar with the concept of love. For him, only sex exists-preferably rough, heterosexual encounters. He spends his time riding motorcycles, flirting with women or hanging out in his workshop with his friends. As a member of the illegal racing club "Phantom Z" he holds the title "King" due to his undefeated streak-until one day, someone challenges and defeats him. 𝐓𝐇𝐄́𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈 is a billionaire who drowns himself in work to escape his own thoughts. He owns luxurious estates, elegant suits, and expensive watches. He has everything yet his past clings to him like a haunting memory, draining him of all emotion. However, after meeting a certain man, Théo realizes that perhaps he still has feelings left. What happens when their hatred towards each other is replaced by a profound, undeniable love that turns their worlds upside down, leaving them awash in unfamiliar emotions . . .

Marlowe Lee is a cute fluff ball that has albinism. He's from a sweet family but is bullied in university because of his small frame ,being an albino and the fact that he's gay.But after meeting with Dexter his life will change completely. Dexter Endymion Dmitriev (The Grim Reaper) he's the typical university heartthrob that has a dark vibe around him that makes him unapproachable. But there's something about him that nobody knows he's the heir to the most powerful Russian mafia and that's how he got his nickname The Grim Reaper. How will their relationship change will they form a bond or remain strangers. How will they relationship be affected by the Rossis , Dmitrievs enemies and the various occurrences that will happen around them? ____________________________________

Dallas hates his brother's best friend, Grayson Scott. He's annoying, rude and always makes fun of him for no reason. But everything changes when they share a drunken kiss... (BoyxBoy)

「 "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, 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 rotten city 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. I'm not in love. I'm obsessed. He bakes bread and I break fucking bones. We were never meant to touch. So I'll drag him into my world until he breaks in mine. ──

"I like to pull on your hair, see you struggle to breathe, watch you reach your climax and then stop you from reaching your high." He said all of that without stopping and that made me shake in my fucking boots. "I-I, no?" I wasn't sure what to say when someone approaches you for a job and says that. "I don't like when people say no to me. I will be respected. You, Miles Stevenson, will respect me." His voice was cold as ice. His stare froze my insides. He got up from his desk and walked over to me in strong strides in a matter of seconds. He was dangerously attractive, his voice and tone were filled with a Russian accent, but it was barely there. Online, it read that his family was from Russia, he was born here but moved to America at the young age of 3. "You're a cute, small pet. I think I'll be taking you." He talked with no fear in his voice, he was straight-forward when he talked. His large hand came up to my face and his thumb stroked my cheek and then moved back to my hair and tugged on it a bit. I nudged my head back as a moan came out my throat and past my lips. "There we go, you little masochist." He licked his lips and came down to my neck, kissing my sensitive skin. My hands flew up to his chest but he smacked them away and grabbed them. Placing them above my head, his smirk only grew when I closed my eyes and groaned as his leg went up against my growing manhood. --- That got Hot. Maybe you should read the rest and find out what happens between a 22-year-old and hot Russian Millionaire Don. Or the one with a cute genius boy who just got out of a long term relationship comes for a job as an assistant with an older Russian Millionaire who doesn't take shit from anyone. {Gayyy, Slight S/m & Russian hotties) -- Ranks: #1 in #Death #1 in #TroyeSivan #1 in #Sadist #1 in #Masochist #1 in #Mobster #1 in #boyxman #1 in #gayfiction #1 in #Gay #1 in #Russia #1 in #Gayromance #1 in #LGBT -- Started: February 5th, 2020 Ended: June 4th, 2020

"Why is Sage always testing my patience?" Thane growled, his voice low and menacing. Mrs. Jenkins didn't dare breathe, fearing that any sound would only enrage Thane further. She watched as Thane stormed out of the office, his eyes blazing with fury. As Thane emerged from the building, he spotted Nick, his driver and bodyguard, waiting by the car. "Drive me to Sage's school," Thane ordered, his voice still dripping with anger. .. . . . "Sage, Thane's here!" Sophia whispered urgently, spotting her friend in the hallway. Sage's eyes went wide with panic as he processed Sophia's words. He knew he was in trouble, having refused to answer Thane's calls earlier. And now, he was hiding from him. Without hesitation, Sage took off in a sprint, dashing towards the toilets. Sophia watched him go, concern etched on her face. She knew that Sage was walking on thin ice with Thane, and she feared for her friend's safety. . . . . . . . Thane's eyes narrowed, and he marched towards the bathroom, his long strides devouring the distance. He pushed open the door, and his gaze locked onto Sage, who stood frozen, his eyes cast downward. "Daddy, you're here," Sage stammered, his voice barely audible. Thane's expression remained impassive, but his voice dripped with icy disdain. "Why didn't you pick up my call?"

What happens when what was supposed to be a one-night stand turns into a crazy roller-coaster of emotions?

Ace Henry Mathew, a name feared by most people living his county. He was strong, powerful, and ruthless, at least that's what everyone who don't know him says but he was the complete and utter opposite of everything that was said about him. Xynon Peter Gates, a dominant in nature. He's the kind of man who cares about nothing but working and living his life until he dies. Abandoned by everyone, he has tried to live his to the greatest, but always fail. He lost the urge to live to see the sunrise...until he was caged by a soft, pretty blue eyes. A city where the law is at the bottom and mafias are fighting each other everywhere, will these two manage to find comfort, safety, and love? or will they just fade away in the world just like those of who dies? What can a man do to protect his lover from the continues chase and pain? This is rather a waste of time of a story but, if you're here to kill your time, I'm doing you a favor!! This is not the best of a story, you've been warned.

Derek Lakewood is known to be the school's bully who is also the king of the school. Everyone knows him. His parents are loaded and he also happens to be the only child in the family. He can get any girl he wants with just a few sweet words and he had them wrapped around his fingers. The typical jock playboy that any slutty girl was willing to open their legs for. Football quarterback of the school's team and what not. Vincent Scorpio is a student who transferred from Russia. He's here in America because his parents expanded their family business here in the small town known as Cross Creeks town. He's no ordinary teenager. He is a psychopath. He kills with no remorse or mercy. His parents,his dads taught him that way. To take on the family business just like the last Scorpion heir did,Vincent's father ,they had responsibilities and a reputation to build on based on their combat skills and so far,Vince's reputation as the youngest successor of The Scorpio Co. was far from impressive especially for a 17 year old. He didn't quite look 17 either. He was his dad's height at 6'5 and same muscular dystrophy too but the only difference was that he had tatooes littering his whole body from his neck to his waistbands and the ends of his fingers. Vincent liked men,femboys to be exact but once he set his eyes on the popular jock Derek Lakewood,he knew what he wanted for his 18th birthday.

Cole's life has never been his. For as long as he could remember, his one job in life was to play the role of a copycat. He's had to pretend to be his older brother as soon as his parents realized the two looked very alike to one another despite not being twins. His birth wasn't planned nor wanted so what better way to make use of an unwanted child than to constantly put their life in danger? He swears his parents had the most fucked up logic he's ever heard of but this is his life and it'd continue to be that way until the day one of his brother's assassins finally succeeded in killing him. Well, that's what he thought until he was kidnapped by the Azure Dragon's group and encountered their boss, Eros. Not caring much about who he was, Cole punched him. Yup, he punched one of the largest mafia groups in the U.S.' boss right in the face. But who knew that one punch would, instead of ending his life, change it? --------------- "I have to pee" I said monotonously to the guard in front of me. I could immediately tell he thought that I was hoping to be led to a bathroom so I can find an escape, but I didn't need a bathroom. The bucket would do just fine. And as expected, that's what was given to me. I had relieved myself a few times in the dingy little thing unfortunately but, rather that than piss myself. "You go in there" he said and I looked down at my tied legs. "How am I supposed to pee with my legs tied?" I said and he looked at me confused. "My dick is small" I said holding up my pinky for emphasis and the guy gave me a disgusted look. "Make it quick" he said gruffly after untying my legs and helped me stand up. "Can you turn around?" I asked as I saw the man was just standing there. "No" he said. Whatever, his nose not mine. [Completed. 125k words]