"𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐨-𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭," 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐕𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦'𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐜𝐲, 𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠-𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. "𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐭," 𝐕𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞"

Rava Weston is the definition of the ideal son. He follows the rules, smiles when he should, and never causes trouble. His future is laid out-while he has just enough space to secretly chase his own quiet dreams of becoming a teacher, so long as he plays the role his parents expect. But when he's forced to attend a family summit back in Italy, everything starts to unravel. Because Gio Fontana will be there. Gio is reckless, magnetic, too rich for his own good. He's got cops who know him by name, and NOT because they're friends. His motorcycle is his greatest love, and rules don't seem to apply to him. He has a reputation that makes fathers lock their doors. Especially Rava's father. Rava and Gio, never gotten along as kids. But this time, the tension feels different. Darker. Hungrier. And as the days stretch on, Rava's perfectly safe world starts to slip through his fingers, because what's building between him and Gio isn't just dangerous. It's forbidden. It's electric. And it might be the first real thing Rava's ever felt. 🥇 #1 - gay 🥇 #1 - enemiestolovers 🥇 #1 - bxb 🥇 #1 - bl 🥇 #1 - bxblove 🥇 #1 - boyxboy 🥇 #1 - Italy 🥇 #1 - denial 🥇 #1 - angst 🥇 #1 - gayfiction 🥇 #1 - fluffy 🥇 #1 - bisexual 🥇 #1 - gaycouple 🥇 #1 - mlm 🥇 #1 - slowburn 🥇 #1 - queer

They say you only fall in love once. For Ody and Mano, that once changed everything. In a world where love isn't always safe, and pain comes hand-in-hand with desire, two straight boys find each other in the middle of grief, trauma, and secrets that refuse to stay buried. Mano doesn't do vulnerability. Aggressive, tattooed, cold, and impossible to like, he plays the villain on purpose, because being hated is safer than being seen... and losing someone again would ruin him. Ody can't help but care. Bright, extroverted, charming and painfully sincere, he's the kind of boy who notices when you're hurting... even when you pretend you're not. He remembers your birthday, offers you the last slice, and apologizes even when it's not his fault. When their lives collide, nothing about them makes sense, except the way they keep gravitating toward each other. Sparks fly, but so do secrets, buried trauma, and a love neither of them is ready for. One of them hides behind silence. The other hides behind smiles. Together, they're wildfire. But not all fires survive the storm. The forbidden love between a broken boy and a lost one - a bond that refuses to break, even as the world tries to tear them apart. 🖤New chapter every Friday🖤 ! Warning : contains mature content and very dark themes including bullying, violence, strong language, explicit sexual scenes. Intended for readers 18 years and older. #3 gaylove / 66,1k. stories #2 wattpride / 18,9k. stories #9 lgbt / 17,4k. stories #9 lgbtlove / 17,1k. stories

❝ 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 . . .

After assaulting his last producer in the wake of a nervous breakdown, a viral pop superstar is thrust into a contract with the illustrious James Kato in an attempt to salvage his spiraling career. *** Three years after becoming an overnight global sensation, musician Laurie Hayes stands on a cliff's edge at the top of the world. Dominating the headlines with inventive scandals and refusing to release new songs for his label, the spotlights on his future have started to dim. Desperate to clean up his image and distribute new music to the masses, his managers have pushed him into the path of James Kato, whose strict and strong-willed qualities have presented an insurmountable challenge. Producer James Kato has been tasked with an impossible mission: getting Laurie Hayes to finish an album in eight months, while avoiding a fit of frustration-induced rage. Charged with keeping Laurie in line, he soon uncovers more to the singer's evasive behavior and unpredictable lifestyle. Forced to work as a team, only one question remains. Can James keep Laurie on top of that unsteady cliff, or will the two end up plunging over its edge together? *** Can be read as a standalone.

"A mafia boss submitting to the enemy mafia boss"(BL-SexScenes⚠️) He used to make men kneel. Now he shivers when I whisper in his ear. Damian doesn't rule anymore. Not when he's under me. Not when he begs. They call him the Blood King. Cold. Brutal. Untouchable. The head of blood Marker. But in my hands, he's nothing but a dog in heat. A trembling body caged in silk and steel. Fighting to hold onto pride while I take him and fuck him-slowly, deeply, completely. I don't need knives to break him. Just a hand at his throat. A kiss that doesn't stop. A voice in the dark telling him what he is now: Mine. He hates me. He wants me. He moans when I touch him like he belongs to me. And soon, he will. No thrones. No power. Just his mouth moaning my name and his body bent for more. This war won't end with bullets. It'll end with him on his knees.