☀︎☽ - 𝒩𝒶𝓇𝓊𝒮𝒶𝓈𝓊 - Naruto and Sasuke both married two different people. They even had their own kids with them. Neither was completely happy and Naruto is forced to realize his situation himself once Sasuke comes to the village and only wants one thing. Naruto might resist at first, but Sasuke knows he just needs a little push getting there. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 ✫ November 21st 2020 𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 ✫ January 17th 2021 𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧 ➣ 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘕𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. Cover art isn't mine *Contains: Narusasu, Cheating, Gay sex, if you don't like don't read it. Don't read a book if you don't like the ship. Some Sakura bashing mostly for sake of plot, and characters are OOC. So if you really like her don't read this book. I don't hate her and it's lazy storytelling yk the deal. This was my first NaruSasu book and I kinda wanna rewrite it but I don't have time. So this is what you get.*

Because of a scandal, I was forced to stay at home, and the love of my life paid the price for it. Then a hacker took control of my life, cutting off every way I had to reach her and turning my world into a nightmare. Yet somehow, the deeper he got under my skin, the more surprisingly gentle he became. By the time I finally got the chance to explain everything, it was too late. She had already chosen her childhood friend as her future fiancé. I told myself he was the enemy, the man who had taken her from me, the man I should have hated. But the more our paths crossed, the harder it became to ignore the obsession growing between us. Now, I refuse to lose what I love, and the man who keeps calling me "Bambi" is about to regret ever meeting me.

The 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. Sometimes loud. Sometimes unbearable. Silence held secrets. Right now. Silence felt... Cold. Heavy-Too heavy. It held a sign. A sign of 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.

"𝗗𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲? 𝗬𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗡𝗼 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮." 𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗱𝗮𝗺'𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗸. 𝗜 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗽 𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆- "𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗶." "𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁.." 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱. "𝗬𝗲𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼." "𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱"- 𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗶 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘀𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻-"𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀." 𝗛𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝗿. 𝗪𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲.

And in that moment, I realized something that I've always known deep down in my heart. I finally understand why my eyes would always cling to him in a room, why my mood would always lighten up whenever he was around, why my world brightened up when I met him- why the sun shined brighter, trees and grass were greener, flowers smelled better. Why he makes my world more beautiful simply by existing in it. It's because I'm in love with him. The type of love that you never knew existed until you finally experience it yourself, the type of love that's hard to put into words because it's a love you've never had for anyone else. And never will. - JAMISON MACK ... And in which, Jamison Mack drunkly kisses his very much in love bestfriend, Hayden Zhang. Shouldn't be much of a problem, they both agree to forget about it. It was a drunken mistake. Nothing more, nothing less. One problem, neither of them can stop thinking about it. What could go wrong? Or in simpler words, a chaotic bisexual pro basketball player who's in love with his playboy footballer bestfriend. highest rankings #1 - interracialbxb #1 - maybesmut #1 - collegebasketball #2 - collegefootball #2 - interracialbxb #3 - lgbtq #3 - interracialbxb #7 - gayromance #13 - interracialbxb

𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 - Morgan Gillory and Detective Adam Karadec (Fanfiction) Morgan Gillory and Adam Karadec make an unexpectedly perfect team solving the toughest cases with sharp instincts, begrudging respect, and an undeniable pull neither of them dares to name. But as their partnership deepens and the line between professional and personal begins to blur, one question lingers beneath every shared glance and almost-touch: Are they destined to be together... or forever remain just platonic partners? 𝘉𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘉𝘊 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 "𝘏𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘭".

[brother's best friend & rockstar] Juliette has sworn off players and bad boys after her last boyfriend. But when her brother gets her a spot as the photographer for his friend, rockstar and notorious playboy, Logan Alexander's tour, she finds that may be easier said than done. He puts her self control to the test, but Logan, with his walls built up sky high, never expected that she would test his too. 18+ only! Fair warning that there will be explicit sexual content. -------------- "I don't think I believe you don't want my hands on you, Freckles. The look in your eyes tells a different story. You want to know what I think?" He asked and I was silent, the feeling of his fingers, now swirling below my navel, was overwhelming me. "I think you can't stop thinking about me. I think you have been dreaming about the way I touched you." My breath caught in my throat and the look on his face told me he could tell. "I bet you even touched yourself, thinking about the way my cock felt pressed against your thin little panties." Every inch of my body was burning so hot I thought smoke might start rising from my skin. No one had ever spoken to me like that, and it was stoking something inside me I didn't know existed. "Did you make yourself cum thinking about losing control with me, Princess?" I gulped, the words stuck deep in my throat. He was right but I couldn't give him that satisfaction. I bit my lip and shook my head, unable to summon words. "So if I were to slide my fingers down," His hand slipped inside the top of my jeans, toying with the lace of my panties, "into your sweet, little pussy, you're saying you wouldn't be all wet for me, Freckles?" I was practically panting. What was I doing before this? I couldn't seem to remember how I got here anymore. I shook my head, no. "Should we test that theory, baby?"

"Soren, P-Please," I begged, my hand clasping around his wrist, desperate for him to thrust his finger inside me. "I love it when you beg, Amore. But we're running late." He stopped, and I definitely wanted to strangle him for making me frustrated. "I hate you," I groaned. He spun me around and placed one hand on the back of my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. "No, you don't," he mumbled against my lips. He pulled away from the kiss, with a small peck on my forehead, and a light smack on my ass. "Did you strap on your holster?" He asked. ♡♡♡♡ Aurora Daniels, a young exhibition coordinator finding her footing in a new country, runs into a man who had given her the best sex of her life in a one-night stand. Soren Bianchi, the ruthless leader of the Italian mafia, hasn't stopped thinking about her from the first night they spent together.