They used to be inseparable... two boys against the world, bound by a friendship that felt like forever... until it shattered. Now, years later, Kairav Sinha is everything people expect, charming, reckless, the college football captain who doesn't believe in staying. And Ishaan Sehgal? He's the opposite, cold, composed, the student president who built walls no one dares to cross. They've learned how to ignore each other. How to walk past without stopping and how to pretend there's nothing left. But when they're forced into the same space again, it doesn't feel like nothing. It feels like unfinished conversations. Like words that were never said.... Like something that never really ended. And maybe it didn't, because the more they try to keep their distance, the harder it gets to ignore the way their eyes linger at each other... the way it stings to see the other with someone else... the way hate starts to feel a little too much like something else. Maybe some things don't fade or leave. Maybe... the boy he learned to hate was always the one he couldn't let go of.

MM ROMANCE | (Male x Male) Enzo Marcelo, a young and well respected businessman, son of the number one Italian businessman. Enzo joined hands with The Delacruz, the second largest group of the country to spread his empire. Being number one was not only the motive of his deal with the Delacruz, it was more to it and nothing was going to stop him. However the son of his partner, caught his attention. And not for a very good reason. Mateo, the son of Delacruz, business partner of the greatest businessman of the country. The moment his eyes met the older, daring man, he felt something he never had before. He knew he wanted him. Those eyes, the voice, it brought so much heat in him. But Mateo, he had no idea how to use his words or express himself. Not until Enzo. "Are you always this hungry, pretty? " I say licking his lips and smile against them. My breath was heavy and it was hard for me not to kiss the man in front of me. I can't hold myself back anymore. I want him. Gosh. What has this boy bring me to? Started March 20 2024 Ended November 24 2024 #1 instant attraction #1 adultaudience #1 mmromance #1 lgbtpride #1 intense #9 possessive #3 obsessed #10 bxb #12 boyxboy #24 dominance #39 italianmafia #66 maturecontent

BOOK ONE OF THE CHAPEL HILL SERIES MATT "THE PRINCE" BREWER I just need to get through one more lacrosse game against the King before I can enjoy my full week of relaxation in the mountains. I was picked to attend the trip this year, and I desperately need a break before I return and have to play one last basketball game with my former teammates. What I don't expect is for him to be there. Phoenix King. Worse than that, we are stuck in a damn cabin together in the mountains! It's sure to be a disaster... Right? What I don't expect is for the way he protects me and practically saves my life. I'm not prepared for the way he carries me back to our cabin when I can't walk myself. And I'm not ready for the way he takes care of me. We've been rivals on the lacrosse field since freshman year of high school. It's been nine years now. Our rivalry is supposed to stay intact. Because he can't know. He can't know that I'm in love with him. And I always have been. #2 in enemies to lovers - 11/17/2025 #6 in boyxboy - 11/17/2025 #11 in mxm - 11/17/2025

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.

A broken boy looking for protection in prison..what could go so wrong ? Ready to find out! Newly re-edited and updated! MxM

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

•BL• RATED 18• ─────────── ·  ·  ·  · ✦ •ACE MOREAU• "I don't want anyone around you, I'll kill them if I have to." ─────────── ·  ·  ·  · ✦ [ Photo that has been used in the media isn't mine. Credit to the rightfully and respected owner.] R18+ ©UniquelyFerocious ©All rights reserved.

"Your sin is your very own existence." After dying Eugene reincarnated on earth and live his life atoning for his past life sins. When he thought that he could finally rest after being killed by his childhood friend ― he came back to his original world as the second young master of the Marquis Household. Having fear of being alone. Being locked in the darkness with nowhere to run. And living an endless cycle of torment. When he thought he couldn't be saved ― someone actually extends his hand to lift him from the darkness? He couldn't believe that there's still redemption for a heartless villain like him. [WARNING] 1. Contain same-sex relationships. If you are sensitive to this kind of story please leave, thanks. 2. Mention of rape [No definite action describing was done] 3. Age differs from Mentality [Characters are 10 years old that is considered teen in the background setting.] 4. No underage relationship [Romance starts at adult age, no "x" scene of minors] 5. No grooming intended [In past life characters only have a 5 years age gap. Attractions are not instant but develop little by little.] 6. Mental Illness Awareness [Characters are all possessive and obsessive which will be explained through world background as to why people in that world are twisted.] 7. Mention of Necrophilia [No definite action describing was done] 8. Super-Slow Update [The author have studies] 9. Two-way background setting.

I had never been so in love. He was the definition of perfect. I wanted him to live like a prince. I wanted him to belong to me. I needed his love and attention. My heart yearned for him since our first meeting. The seemingly innocent boy...I wanted his body, I wanted his heart. Just by smiling he turned me into a beggar, something I strived long and hard not to become. But for him, I'd become anyone and anything to have and keep him. I cared deeply for him and anyone who wished any harm upon even a single hair on his body was to die by my hands. That was not a threat, but a promise. WARNING READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! This book may contain content that may disturb, disgust and/or offend you. Please read at your own risk. Thanks. ***IMPORTANT NOTE 10/04/2022: I wrote this book in the manxboy era of corny wattpad stories and even though Toby is well over 18 (he's 24) the language I used when writing this story is very predatory. I will work on changing this when I find the time to edit this book and other older ones which also feature this icky, predatory tone and language. For now please replace "boy" with "guy" or "man" and know that when I describe Toby as being a "boy" it came from a blueprint of how other stories were written and not because I was glorifying predatory relationships. I am very sorry for the predatory language.

Book 1 He was cast to the edges of his clan. His father could not stand to even look at him. His baby sister probably didn't even know he was her brother... All because he, unlike all other vampire (The correct terminology will be Wanpyrkos; van-peer-coe-s) kind, was born blind. And what do all creatures do to those that are different, those that do not fit society, those that they think should not have been born to this civilized society...? [Book Cover Made by the wonderful THEMIDNIGHTECLIPSE13] - thank you! I'm only introducing the perspective of the main character for the first part. Things change drastically soon after that. [BDSM entries are clearly marked and written so they can be skipped without affecting the story] ***A couple scenes to whet your palate*** 1. "Uh, we heal from pretty much everything and anything. Have you ever tried physically damaging your eyes to see if they would fully heal?" "N-no. No, it doesn't work," I forced out, my voice a little strangled and cracking before hardening. "And stuff like that, isn't that just wrong?! Hurting someone just to 'fix' them." 2. I leaned and he met me, our soft lips touching and moving perfectly on each other's. I felt as his tongue ran the slit of my lips, my tongue coming to graze it as it passed over, knowing doing so was like catnip to him. He leaned closer, and I shivered as his hands ran from low on my hips and grazed along and up my ribs, pulling my chest closer to his so my body arched and rubbed against him. I hummed in appreciation. [warning: so far aggressive or physical bullying and maybe a little kidnappage and sexual themes as well as possible trigger warnings]