𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑹𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑵 𝑽𝑶𝑾 𝑫𝑼𝑬𝑻 - 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑬 Their love was never meant to be gentle. But it was never meant to break them, either. ──── ⋆⋅ ⚰︎ ⋅⋆ ──── 𝒥𝓊𝒶𝓃 𝒞𝓇𝓊𝓏, a 21-year-old with a sharp tongue and an insatiable appetite for pleasure, works in a trendy Chicago nightclub. He craves the sting of a strong, tall, muscular man's hand against his skin, but can he truly escape the shadows of his traumatic past? Or will those dark memories rise up to consume him? 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓁𝑜𝓈 Á𝓁𝓋𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓏 𝒯𝓇𝒾𝓊𝓃𝒻𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓇 - known in whispered tones as El Triunfador - a 29-year-old Spanish gang leader whose very presence commands fear and respect. Muscular and tall, he embodies everything Juan desires. But is this dangerous man merely a fleeting fantasy, or will he become the architect of Juan's undoing? As Juan fights with the attraction to El Triunfador, he must confront a chilling question: Can he resist the magnetic pull of a man who could either save him from his demons or shatter his heart into pieces? Trust and fear intertwine in a deadly dance, blurring the lines between love and danger. What Juan doesn't realize yet is that from the moment El Triunfador set his eyes on him, he became more than just another conquest - he became Carlos' good boy, ensnared in a web of desire and darkness, that could either liberate him or seal his fate. ──── ⋆⋅ ⚰︎ ⋅⋆ ──── What they feel isn't safe. What they want isn't soft. Trigger warnings ahead. 18++

"From now on, you're Zan Lorenzo." "My dear husband, why am I the one taking your last name?" Lorenzo asked while pulling his hand away. "You're mine in this plan." The tiger said while leaning back into his chair. His actions oozed off a manly vibe. "I cannot be claimed but I guess for you, I'll make an exception." Lorenzo said with a smirk. "Consider yourself lucky then, Mr. Yifan. I'll be yours obediently in this play until it ends." - warning - this book will contain sensitive topics, bxb, smut. read at your own risk - storyline is completely mine so please don't steal this book again, i don't consent to my work being copied)

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.

"I fucking hate you." "You shouldn't really say things like that when my dick is up your ass, Norris." Two hot-headed athletes with overflowing rage and unwinding sex drive is very much never a good combo. Bryce and Ian never see eye to eye on things. Despite being caged in the same group of friends in the same swimming team of the - yes, you guessed it - same high school, the star swimmers of Norton High hadn't exactly made good first impressions to each other on the ill-fated day they met, and let's just say things spiraled horribly from there. The two rage-fueled boys always thought that they're in this feud for the long haul until one argument escalated into something that at no point in any of their lives would they allow to happen if only they did not get a little too out of control. Sex. There's a thin line between love and hate, and Bryce and Ian's barrier just keeps getting thinner and thinner. A.K.A. Bryce and Ian were fuckbuddies... up until they weren't. Status: Editing #1 in wattpride (10/03/20) #1 in bl (10/09/20) #1 in lgbtq (08/02/21) #1 in writtenwithpride (12/26/21)