'I shouldn't have knelt. I should have let you kill me.' 'I can still do it.' One day, I will get my revenge. It's only then that I'll be able to let my past go, and breathe again, and smile again, and maybe even love. Until then, I do not live. I bide my time. "The best revenge is to be unlike your enemy," ~ Marcus Aurelius *** WARNINGS: The story contains mature themes and language. Not suitable for children. Some chapters include violent and sexual content and may be triggering for some people. Read at your own discretion. -------------------------------------------------- Dear Reader, I hope you'll enjoy the story! Let me know what you think! If you notice any errors or typos, please let me know in the comments section and I'll gladly fix them! #1 in #boyxboy on 2019-07-16 #1 in #slowburn on 2019-07-16 #4 in #gay on 2019-07-28 #3 in #MXM on 2020-01-31 #1 in #BXB on 2020-06-27

Nicholas Lao Batista, editorial assistant at Will & Williamson Publishing, was not a naturally quiet person. Very few knew this, and he was not one of them. What he failed to say out loud, he wrote instead. It was something a starving artist would say, the kind he would talk shit on if he were loud and a hypocrite. Unfortunately for him, Nicholas was the starving artist, and his art was all he had: his only chance to be at the center of something. He never expected he would one day wind up literally at the center of it, plunging through the pages of an ancient journal into the story he wrote. Except nothing was as intended, and with every passing day, it became harder and harder to tell bad from good. What Nicholas needed was a way home, but he found himself wanting something more - something to do with unwavering eyes and surprisingly gentle hands.

Riel Damien Frost Amethyst, a cold-hearted billionaire and heir of a powerful underground syndicate, views his arranged marriage to Dwiriti Xanwier Xmalson as nothing more than a business transaction. But Dwiriti, a scarred aspiring marine biologist and biochemist deemed as ugly by the society, refuses to be broken by Riel's cruelty. With sharp words and unshakable indifference, he becomes the one thing Riel cannot control. What begins as disdain quickly festers into a dark obsession. Riel's growing desire to possess Dwiriti consumes him, blurring the lines between hatred and obsession. As Riel's need to break Dwiriti intensifies, he finds himself unable to stay away. In a game of power, desire, and possession, one question lingers: How far will Riel go to claim what he believes is his? Note- I don't like non con stories so will write dark romance without that, moreover dark romance shouldn't be about non consensual relationship P.S. - English is not my first language. Please pardon my grammatical errors. <3 (All the names and places in this story are fictional because I didn't want to use real names (surname) of people or locations. I don't have much knowledge about places, people, ethnicities, traits, or how people from different cultures and nationalities are. The biggest issue is that I've never left my own town to explore other places. While the internet can show me locations and how specific places look, I struggle to describe them due to my shortcomings as a writer. So, everything in this story is entirely made up. :)

Skylar Hall can't remember a single time in his life that he has had his shit together. His brother, Jessie Hall, is the complete opposite. The guy is outgoing, has excellent grades, and tons of friends. Of course, Skylar has friends too, but they have a tendency to get him into trouble. Jessie has good friends. Well, except one. His best friend, Ashton Rivera. That guy sucks, Skylar can't remember a single time in his life he could stand him. He just loves to get a rise out of Skylar, loves to piss him off to no end. The fact that they hooked up once is his main ammunition, and it drives Skylar insane. The things he'd do for that guy to leave him alone for good. Skylar, on the other hand, is an addict with absolutely no self preservation and far too many enemies to count. He gets horrible grades, and participates in even worse stunts for his friend's channel online. He is basically injured at all times, and has racked up enough money in hospital bills for his dad-Mayor Vince Hall-to finally get fed up. So, after a series of bad choices, Skylar is told that one more incident will result in him being kicked out of the house. He doesn't take the threat all that seriously, until Jessie-his only protection-is accepted into a college hours away and will be leaving him. That guy vouching for him is basically the only reason that Skylar's dad has put up with his least favorite son's shenanigans all these years. So, the threat starts to feel more real. Then, it happens, and the only person left for Skylar to rely on is Ashton Rivera-who he begins to realize has some serious secrets. Secrets not even Jessie knows. Secrets that become Skylar's new mission to investigate every detail of. - [!!WARNINGS!! This book will deal with serious topics such as addiction and crime. It was somewhat inspired by my book Stalemate so it will hold some similarities to that as well! Also there's probably going to be a decent amount of violence and even more sexual content.]

Title: THE ENIGMA'S DEBT Blurb: He paid the Devil for a night of pleasure. Now the Devil has come to collect. Julian Romanov is the "Ice Prince" of Russia. Arrogant. Untouchable. And secretly dying. To the world, he is a ruthless Alpha heir. In reality, he is an abused Omega hiding his nature with illegal suppressants that are slowly poisoning his blood. One night of freedom in Italy led to the biggest mistake of his life. He slept with a stranger, left a stack of cash on the nightstand to insult him, and ran away before dawn. He thought he would never see the man again. He was wrong. The stranger was Luciano Rossi-the most feared Enigma in Europe. A man who doesn't forgive insults. And he has just arrived in Moscow to sign a deal with Julian's family. Luciano doesn't want ports. He doesn't want weapons. He pulls a crumpled, blood-stained bill out of his pocket and smiles. "You treated me like a whore, Julian. You thought you could pay for my time?" Luciano leans in, his Enigma scentm suffocating the room. "Keep your money. I'm going to take something else. I'm going to own you until you beg me to stop."

The brush of an arm, the tap of a hand, any skin to skin contact and Dakota Grinn is plagued with the horror of that person's death. He sees the Number, the date they'll die, and feels the pain they encounter when they do. Skin melting, knife twisting, bones cracking; Dakota feels it. And he's sick of it. Abandoned by his parent's because of his "gift", Dakota hops around foster home to foster home. The beginning of his 8 days start at a new foster home with a kind, understanding foster mom with a too low Number. As the 8 days pass, Dakota meets Andy, an adorable, sweet guy that insists on being his friend. Normally secluding himself from people, Dakota feels drawn to Andy. Is it the fact that his cute face takes his breath away? Is it because his light, gentle voice calms Dakota instantly? Or is it how whenever he feels Andy's Number, Dakota is filled with warmth and love and the feeling of having lived a long, happy life? And the strangest thing; Dakota sees himself right there with him, holding Andy lovingly in his arms. Even with the single source of warmth, Dakota is still left with the fear and pain of others' deaths. But only 8 days. He only needs to last 8 more days. Then Dakota ends it all. Or will Andy be able to save him in time?

Ari van der Gorz is a filthy rich, privileged white boy with no moral compass and a whole lot of sass. Sam Frederiksen is a Norwegian hottie who comes to London and pisses off the wrong vanity teen. Throw in a few rich and unreasonably attractive friends, the odd life-ruining secret, and a whole lot of scandal, and this is what you get. (STANDALONE - 1st book in the Sassy White Boys Trilogy)

At twenty years old, Luca Moretti lives fast, loud, and reckless-street races at midnight, fists bruised by dawn, emotions buried so deep they might as well be dead. He doesn't believe in family, loyalty, or second chances. All he believes in is speed, violence, and never letting anyone see him bleed. Then his mother remarries. His new stepfather is a powerful mafia figure. His new stepbrothers are criminals raised on blood and hierarchy-three older, one younger-and none of them trust Luca. Worse, they start to see themselves in him. What no one knows is that Luca already belongs to a gang of his own. A rival racer stalks him from the shadows, a war brews beneath the city, and every secret Luca hides pulls him closer to a collision that could destroy them all. Told in Luca's raw, unfiltered voice, Blood in the Rearview is a dark, gritty story about anger passed down like inheritance, brotherhood forged in violence, and a boy who would rather burn than admit he feels anything at all.

Luca Moretti survived his inheritance. He survived gangs, blood debts, and a family built from violence. He learned how to keep moving, how not to feel, how to choose loyalty over truth. Then he meets him. A racer who rides like Luca fights. A man who drinks like Luca runs. A mirror with different scars. They hate each other on sight-because recognition is dangerous, and because falling in love with the enemy would destroy everything they're trying to protect. So they hurt each other instead. They race too close. They fight too hard. They say the things meant to cut deepest. And still, they keep finding each other-on the track, in the dark, far from family, far from safety. Because some love stories aren't meant to save you. They're meant to burn you alive.

Five years after Luca Moretti walked away from the only man he ever loved, the city barely recognizes him anymore. He is colder now. Quieter. Sharper around the edges. The reckless boy who raced to disappear is gone-replaced by a man who survives because someone depends on him. Luca is a father. Not by blood, but by choice. His son-three years old, loud, fearless, and loved too fiercely-is the only soft thing Luca allows himself. The boy is raised inside a house full of violence-turned-loyalty: a mafia stepfather who would burn the city for him, stepbrothers who treat him like something sacred, and a grandmother who kisses his scraped knees like they're miracles. Luca never moved on. He just stopped hoping. Elliot Ríos disappeared after the war, believing Luca had built a life without him-believing that was the only way they both survived. He didn't know about the child. He didn't know about the nights Luca spent staring at empty roads. He didn't know the love was still there, intact and unspent. Until a small boy collides with him on a sidewalk. Until a child with Luca's eyes and Luca's temper looks up at him and says, without hesitation: "Sorry, Dad." And then, pointing at Luca- "My other Dad." Book Three is about coming home after devastation, about chosen family, about learning how to love again when the cost is no longer just your own heart. Because some loves don't end. They just wait until the people involved are strong enough to survive them.