[BxB] Waking up next to someone after having a little too much to drink was no new, riveting story in this day and age. Waking up next to another boy, when you were also a boy, was a little more interesting, but still nothing to write home about. But waking up in Nico Beckett's sheets? To Wesley, it was a nightmare come to life. ~~~ Wesley Dillon's life was uneventful, and frankly, he liked it that way. He didn't get into trouble, he kept his grades up, he played it safe. He never did anything to rock the boat he was floating in, the calm waters of his lake left undisturbed. Now starting his last year in high school, Wes was content to continue living his life as he always has - but sometimes, and only sometimes, he caught himself wishing that something could make ripples in his tiny world. What he wasn't ready for were the waves that were Nico Beckett - a troublemaker, womaniser, and an incredibly popular boy at his school. He was everything Wes was not. Nico was the type of guy that Wes never wanted to associate with, but after waking up in his arms with panic in his chest and pains everywhere else, he realised that his life was going to get much, much more complicated. It took him everything to try not to drown as the waves pulled him further and further down. But, somewhere along the way, he wasn't sure that drowning was actually a bad thing. ~~~ #1 in romance (29/09/19) #1 in LGBT (07/09/2019) #1 in bxb (07/09/2019) #1 in boyxboy (08/09/2019) #1 in gay (11/09/2019) #1 in highschool (29/09/19) #1 in school (17/10/19) #1 in comingofage (01/10/19) #1 in slowburn (02/10/19) #1 in BL (04/10/19) #1 in lovetriangle (05/10/19) #1 in family (31/10/19) #1 in comingoutofthecloset (08/01/20) #1 in writtenwithpride (19/06/21) #4 in love (07/03/21)

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

[COMPLETED] In a world ruled by power, blood, and ruthless ambition, Domenic Moretti reigns supreme. Feared by enemies and respected by his men, the mafia lord has never allowed anyone to get close-until Elijah Sinclair stumbles into his path. Elijah, a carefree university student with a sharp tongue and a reckless attitude, doesn't bow to power. He doesn't cower before Domenic's deadly presence. Instead, he laughs in the face of danger, tempting fate with every smirk. What starts as an accident turns into an obsession-one neither of them can control. As their worlds collide, Domenic finds himself torn between dominance and desire, while Elijah realizes that once you step into the dark, there's no turning back. A dangerous game begins, where one wrong move could mean losing everything... or surrendering to something even more terrifying-love. #1 in boyslove #25 in mafiaromance #122 in slowburn

My back was pressed against the wall, and our faces were merely inches away. He gently placed a finger below my chin and tilted my face upward. I tried my best to avoid his gaze. "Look at me, Sebastian." I slowly met his piercing brown eyes, and my throat went dry. He leaned in, and I shut my eyes as my heartbeat grew erratic. I could feel his hot breathing near my ear. "Do I make you nervous?" I gulped. He gently caressed my jaw. "Why have you been avoiding me, darling?" I couldn't hold it in anymore. My chest was about to burst. It was all too much for me. I opened my eyes and yelled it out. "Because I'm in fucking love with you, Finn." The moment those words left my mouth I regretted it. I covered my face with my hands, completely mortified. I was close to tears and did not want him to see me this way. I could feel him gently pry my hands away, but I kept my eyes shut, too embarassed to face him. I drew in a sharp breath when he placed his forehead on mine, my hands locked tightly in his iron grip. "God, Sebastian. You have no idea how long I've waited to hear those words." And right then, his lips crashed onto mine, and nothing else mattered. -----------------

I met a man. He's not kind. He's not cruel. He's just... unreadable. I'm a mess-clumsy, anxious, barely holding it together. He watches me like he's waiting for me to unravel. Then he sees a crack in my life- and wedges himself in like rot in old wood. One deal. And suddenly, he owns me. My time. My body. My silence. He doesn't want my heart. He wants control. He won't stop until I'm broken open, and what's left belongs only to him.

"You're mine, Julian. And no one, and I mean No. One. Touches what's mine." •THE OBSESSED I'm Obsessed. I can't control it. His body. His heart. His life. I want it all. I want him. He's mine. And nothing's going to stop me from claiming what's mine. Not even him. I am his professor. It's wrong. Unholy. Forbidden. But even my name is a sin in itself. •THE OBSESSION All I ever wanted was a normal life. A one where I study, play in my band's concerts, and live a happy, decent life. A one where I'm no one's fixation. But he teared that dream apart and made me watch it burn. Made me watch as he became the king of ashes. My ashes. My stalker, my shadow, the man who's obsessed with me. The man who suffocates me In the best way possible. I'm his obsession. And he won't stop until I'm his. Nothing but a possession of his. He wants to own my body, my life, and most importantly, my heart. Nothing can stop him. Not even me. A Sinner's Obsession is a dark MM romance featuring an unhinged man who has an obsession, and won't stop until he claims it. If you want to see who wins in this war of desire and logic, click on that first chapter and believe me, you won't regret it! Marked Mature for Sexual scenes (smut/spice) And for violent scenes (NOT BETWEEN THE MAIN LEADS) and a LOT of other stuff. For a more detailed list of trigger warnings check the author's note which is right before the first chapter. All rights reserved to me, Prettywildd. Happy reading!

Ayan's mind snapped awake as the phone rang again. And again. And again. He grab it with a deadly glare and answering "Hello." "Hi baby... what you doing? Were you sleeping?" His eyes shot wide open. The massive wall clock blinked back 3:00 AM. He wanted to kill this person. "Oh no, I wasn't sleeping," he muttered darkly. "I was practicing how to lay in a coffin so I can look handsome at my own funeral." The other end responded with a rich, delighted laugh. . "God, I can even make a mafia this angry. Damn..." "Trust me," Ayan hissed, voice thick with hatred, "if I ever catch you I will peel your skin off slowly and feed it to my guard dogs." The voice on the other end dropped to a sultry, dangerous whisper. "Oh baby... always making me horny. And if I catch you first, I'll peel off every piece of your clothing and worship every inch of your body. Slowly. Tasting. Biting." Ayan let out a growl of rage and hurled his phone straight into the wall. Ayan's eyes burned red with rage. "I swear to God," he snarled, voice low and deadly, "when I find you... you'll be begging for my mercy." His lips twisted into a cruel smile. "You've been messing with the wrong person KITTEN." -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. On the other hand the stalker's fingers curled possessively around Ayan's photo. Lips pressed against the glossy surface soft. "I want you to find me... my spicy lion," the voice whispered, dripping with dark desire and madness.

🖤Title: His Sacred Sin 🩸 Tagline: "He worshipped him like a god... but gods demand sacrifice." --- 🕯️ Summary: In the world of shadows, blood, and betrayal, Ahaan Raizada ruled like a god. His name alone made grown men fall to their knees. Power was his religion. Violence, his language. And emotions? A weakness he'd long buried. Until Mayank. He was everything Ahaan could never touch. A high school boy with monsoon eyes and a smile that smelled like freedom. Ahaan saw him once-laughing, kind, real-and from that moment, he was ruined. A boy like Mayank belonged in stories, in songs... not in the arms of a monster like him. So Ahaan watched from afar, letting Mayank's light soften the last splinter of his broken soul. But fate is cruel. When a forgotten family pact demands Ahaan marry into the Chaudhary household, he walks in expecting another pawn. Instead, he sees him. Mayank. The boy who made his demons quiet. The boy whose laughter he protected from the shadows. The boy he'd worshipped like a sacred sin. And now... Mayank is going to be his husband. But Mayank doesn't know him. He doesn't remember the man who once stood across the street just to catch a glimpse of him. He doesn't know Ahaan is the reason his bullies vanished without explanation. To Mayank, Ahaan is a stranger. To Ahaan, Mayank is the reason his heart still beats. Now that Mayank is within reach... He's not letting go. Ever. > He'll wrap him in silk, build him temples, carve his name into the world- And if the world tries to take him away... He'll set everything on fire.

"You were always mine. You just didn't know it yet." For years, He watched. Controlled. Owned. Every step his Rose took, every breath he drew-He made sure, his Rose was safe and protected. He pulled strings in the shadows, eliminating threats, shaping his Rose's world without him ever knowing. His Rose grew up safe. Happy. Unaware. But he wasn't just protecting him, He was waiting. Now, on his Rose's eighteenth birthday, the leash snaps. Dark. Possessive. Dangerous. This is not a love story-it's an obsession. And when he finally steps out of the shadows, his Rose will learn the terrifying truth: He was never free. "I paved your entire life, little one. Did you really think you ever had a choice?" - Lucian Moretti.

August Hellington is a singer with dark and terrible edges, longing for a soul as twisted as his, lead by his desire and boundless passion for death. Agony. Agent of discord, feasting on violence, when his older brother leads him to war, he's quick to take arms. But the enemy has death in his stares and heavens on his face. Vilen Tereshkov is a monster feared by the many and the vile. Ex-convict working for his cousins' organisation based in Manhattan, he's sent to take down the rising opponents threatening the rise of a mob war. They answer the surname Hellington. He knows what he has to do. There is just one problem, and a dozen more: One of them looks at him like his bloodied hands are sacred. An artist falls for a muse, monsters are scared of their shadows, beasts kiss on their scars, and the line between enemy and freedom blurs too easily.