ꜰʟᴀᴡʟᴇꜱꜱ ᵂⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿʸ ᴵᵐᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐱𝐁

I thought it would just be me and Nori. But then Jasai showed up-loud, calm, dangerous in ways I couldn't name. I didn't expect to want both of them. I didn't expect them to want me back. Now we're all in it. And somehow... it feels right.

"Go on entertain them hoes Salem" "stop playin it's always gonna be you Cyrus"

COMING SOON!!!! A PLUS SIZE MXM NOVEL. LOVING, OWEN. Owen Houton has always been ashamed of his body since he was young. It was never his parents who made him insecure about himself since they always told Owen he was perfect the way he was. It was the people around him and society who made him feel like an outcast. Saying he was too fat, too chubby, and that he needed to lose weight. Owen tried his best not to let their words and opinions affect him so much that he threw himself into finding a good job. Which he did landing himself at a good corporate company. But there was one thing that made him nervous, Elijah Reed. The man who decided it'd be best for him to have Owen at his side at all times. The man who decided to love Owen for every flaw and insecurity. The man who whispered nothing but sweet things into Owen's ear but thrusted himself so deeply into him, the next. Why would a man like him love Owen? ______ "Owen, don't do that," Elijah growled making Owen pause. What did he do? Elijah watches the chubby man frown pouting his lips. Cute. So fricking cute. "Don't bend down in front of me again," Elijah rumbled. Owen's eyes widen before his body quickly sulks. He must have disgusted Mr.Reed with the sight of his sloppy body. Looking at Owen, reading his expression and body language Elijah cursed himself and the boy for being so clueless. "I mean don't bend over in front of me again unless you want me to spank that sweet ass of yours," Elijah growled. Owen's heart stammered as he stared at the ginger-haired man in shock. "S-Sorry?" he muttered his cheeks blushing ferociously. Owen wouldn't say it out loud but he wouldn't mind if Elijah did that. __________ SHORT STORY!!!

Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

"𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘢 i thought you was gone give up on me" ( there's no smut in this book )

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩-𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐳, 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝. 𝐇𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮-𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧-𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨?

Mafia Don, August Beaufort, 29 years old has been shot in the legs. As he navigates to find the enemy, he can't help but get a little distracted when he's in search for a new doctor......or maybe a lover. Newly Doctor, Conan Campbell, 27 years old has just graduated and became a doctor. After his mom suffered a brain tumor, he always had a passion to help others and to follow his mom's promises to him before she had died. As Conan explorers the new life of becoming a doctor he stumbles upon a private request. [Ranks] [#1 in Orthopedic- 16 October 2024-1:03PM] [#3 in Badass-13 November 2025-4:30PM] [#1 in Carnival-17 November 2025-3:18PM] Started: 24 September 2024 Ended: 15 November 2025 (Please do note that this has nothing to do with my first book. I wrote this out of boredom.) Don't hate if you're not a fan of mxm books.