❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚 𝐭𝐚' 𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐲𝐨' 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲. ❜ - 𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏𝟎, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 - 𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟐𝟎, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 -

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Masai and Koda were supposed to kill each other. Leaders of rival gangs, raised by the streets, built on hate and loyalty. But when a setup turns into something deeper, they find themselves caught in a slow-burning connection that neither of them can explain. They're both dominant. Both dangerous. Both confused as hell. But the more time they spend together, the harder it gets to act like this ain't something. This ain't a love story. It's something... Crazy. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Then surprisingly, I wouldn't be upset." His voice lowered a notch. "But maybe I'm just crazy... right along wit you."

𝐰𝐥𝐰 • 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝 • 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐱 --- When two ex-best friends are reunited, an obvious attraction has grown. For them to love each other would be wrong though...right? After all, they are opps by association. Maybe keeping their love hidden from their brothers who are beefing, will allow them to be together. Or maybe it will ruin everything, ending in chaos and causing hell. • • • 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞... - Mature/Strong Language - Mature Content (18+ Recommended) - Sex/Smut (Detailed) - Substances (Alcohol, drugs, etc) - Violence (Including weapons) - Other Possible Triggering Content REACHED: ----- #𝟏 in 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝 #𝟏 in 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧 #𝟐𝟖 in 𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

World ended, zombies everywhere, and I'm stuck tryna figure out who the hell I can trust. Camp supposed to be "safe," but it's full of drama, lies, and people losin' their minds. And then there's Asaan-quiet, fine, mysterious. I ain't expect to catch feelings out here, but now it's like survival ain't just about killin' zombies. It's about who gon' ride for you when the dead close in.

Alex Mikhailov thought last night was supposed to be simple. A drink, an interview, maybe a few sharp words exchanged with Roman Carter, the arrogant, untouchable boxer he was assigned to write about. But instead- Warm breath ghosted over his ear, followed by a low, husky voice. "There's still condoms," Roe murmured, his fingers trailing lower, teasing. Slow. Purposeful. "How about another round?" Alex sucked in a sharp breath, his body already betraying him, heat pooling in his core. His mind scrambled for a distraction. Something. Anything. "Don't you have a match today-" His voice hitched, breaking into a soft moan as Roe's pace quickened, his lips tracing the curve of Alex's jaw, his cheek, his neck. More kisses. More heat. Alex's fingers curled into a fist, a shaky gasp slipping past his lips. "Yo... slow down-" But Roe didn't. Alex's breath hitched-then broke into a loud, helpless cry. His fingers trembled on the desk, his entire body shuddering as heat crashed over him in waves, leaving him trembling and weak. His chest rose and fell in ragged, uneven breaths, his mind drowning in the overwhelming sensation. The man behind him chuckled, low and satisfied. His teeth grazed the shell of Alex's ear before he bit down-not hard, but just enough to make him shudder. "That's right," Roe murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "Scream for me." ... A journalist set out to interview a boxer-but instead, he woke up tangled in his sheets. But what if there was something more beneath this blazing romance? something deeper, something neither of them was ready to face? ... WARNING⚠️ -Mentions of murder, drugs, and illegal activities. -Intense sexual content IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. Best rankings : #2 in #bl #12 in #sexscenes #2 in #gayaf #6 in #eroticromance #3 in #gayromance

21-year-old Dean Clark, an architecture student, is struggling to balance his studies, two jobs, and a relationship that isn't as stable as he'd like. When he decides to find a roommate, the solution comes in the form of Isaac Nabokov, a 24-year-old Russian guy with unshakable confidence, influence, and a past that seems to hold more secrets than he's willing to share. From the very start, Dean's boyfriend and Isaac, seem ready to tear each other apart, and Dean finds himself caught in the middle of a tension that refuses to fade. But Isaac? He thrives on chaos. Especially when he's the one causing it. Dean and Isaac have nothing in common. Dean cannot stand him, and nothing could change that...Right? 🥇 #1 roommate 🥇 #1 manxman 🥇 #1 malexmale 🥇 #1 russianmen 🥇 #1 funny 🥇 #1 yearning 🥇 #1 australia 🥇 #1 gay 🥇 #1 spicy

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩.❞ "Nah.. I asked if you like it?" I repeated, speeding up. My hands was covered in slick by this point. He whimpered. "Y.. Nghh" It seemed like he was having a hard time answering. "Yes." He sputtered out. "You ain't sound too sure, what was that?" I squinted my eyes at him. I think I saw tears coming from the corners of his eyes. . "Yes... yes I do. Fuck, na neomu gakkawo (I'm so close). He whimpered the last part. I don't know what the fuck he said but it was sexy. "Don't make me ask you again." "I-I'm sorry." He gulped as I continued to quicken. My arm was getting tired. "You better be..." I said. If he apologize one more time I might have to go down on that. On some wild shit. . . . An ordinary Walmart employee. A celebrity with the voice of an Angel. Kamari unexpectedly gets thrown into the world of fame along Sonny. It was just one coincidental encounter that turned into something he couldn't even have dreamed of. The world of unconditional love and dark secrets of the industry. Families with a saddening back story. What could go wrong? *Usually updates every 3-7 days

A lesbian Christmas romance between a mafia boss and a designer hired for Christmas. Maybe Christmas isn't the most joyful time of the year...

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"