You can change your name. You can run across continents. But you can't escape your blood. River Blackwood wasn't always River Blackwood. He used to be River Silverbloom, son of an arranged marriage that ended in gunfire. His mother loved a man who could never love her back, he was gay. When she found out the truth, she made her choice and shot him. With her brother Alaric Zoric's help, Helena fled to America with River, erasing their past. When everything finally collapses, River disappears into the secluded town of Redstone Falls, hoping anonymity will keep him safe. Instead, he finds connection, a fierce friendship and love. With them River learns the tender power exchange of BDSM, they offer River a world where submission isn't weakness but a path to healing. Through their care, patience and dominance, River learns to accept all parts of himself, soft, vulnerable and strong. As River begins to accept every part of himself, his strength, his softness, his need. The past comes calling, old names still carry power. Old wounds don't stay buried and some legacies refuse to be outrun. Because no matter how far you go, blood never forgets. Disclaimer: Age regression is non sexual! The age regression will be non sexual in this story!

Meet Kennedy, a young woman whose hard work through college has finally paid off with her dream job. Little did she know, this job comes with incredible perks, some of which were never mentioned in the contract. This book does not end on a cliffhanger and is HEA. 6 chili peppers 🌶️ 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ This is an unedited First Draft! Completed 10/11/2023 -under editing

What happens when what was supposed to be a one-night stand turns into a crazy roller-coaster of emotions?

Isoloses's life as the second prince of Caelestes was misery. He hated himself, but most of all he hated his father. The guilt that rested on his shoulders was suffocating, and the mere fact that he was alive made it worse because he felt he deserved to die for the things he had done under his father's command. For centuries there was nothing he could do to stop what was happening--until he met the High Elf, Naevys. Though it was a strange arrangement from the very beginning, Isoloses found comfort and relief in being Naevys's pawn and the lack of control it granted. Whenever Caelestes was too much for him, he'd run away and lose himself in Naevys, and the comfort he provided. However, with the old king on his deathbed after Ilsa's escape, things suddenly look a whole lot brighter for him. With his father being so close to death, there was only one thing he could think about: 𝙉𝙖𝙚𝙫𝙮𝙨. He wanted to leave Caelestes and run straight to Naevys, the only person not too afraid of him to put him on his knees and give him something to believe in. [𝑂𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝐴𝑙𝑝ℎ𝑎/𝑂𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝐷𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠] ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ 𝐶𝑜𝑝𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 © 2022 𝑏𝑦 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 (𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟) 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑.

Ilsa, one of the three demon princes in Caelestes (The Demon Realm), decides to flee his home realm in search of freedom from his life of seclusion, mistreatment, and imprisonment. Ilsa quickly realized that he was not in the realm he intended to be in at all when he was almost immediately discovered... Not all hope was lost, however, because Ilsa found himself being offered a mutually beneficial arrangement--a marriage with the king of vampires, Cassian Elynbrigge. It worked out perfectly. Ilsa needed protection from his father, and what better protection than a kings army? Ilsa had been alone for millennia, and the idea of settling down with someone was appealing, and it wasn't like he had tons of experience talking to people given that he'd been secluded his entire life. It helped that said king was incredibly attractive, and treated him better than he'd ever been treated before. With the future spanning in front of him with infinite possibilities and the past looming behind him like a phantom, Ilsa comes to find the one thing he'd always wanted: somewhere to belong. [𝑂𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝐴𝑙𝑝ℎ𝑎/𝑂𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝐷𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠] ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ 𝐶𝑜𝑝𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 © 2022 𝑏𝑦 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 (𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟) 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑.

If one were to talk about Julian, they would surely say that he is unmanageable: he has a vivid character, an out-of-the-ordinary desire to explore, and a restless soul. Upon turning eighteen, he said goodbye to his parents and left to pursue his dream of becoming an artist. And what city could be better than New York? A place full of culture, energy, and character. Just when he thought everything was finally going the right way, he met his three kindred souls: the Gronzerv brothers. They had come to see one of his art exhibitions and, from that moment on, they decided that Julian would become their property. Their personal artwork, destined to adorn only the chains of their house.

He knew he was blushing; he could feel it. Boy, did he hate that. "I-I never sleep," his eyes darted away for a moment, "maybe I was thinking of all the ways I could bash your face in." Devyn glared at those jade eyes, his lip curling slightly. He pressed their bodies closer, his leg slipping between Lexin's. "If you think-" Devyn's words died from his lips as Lexin nearly whimpered, from both embarrassment and pleasure. Devyn's firm thigh was now pressed against his rock-hard dick, and he had no excuse as to why it was hard. The two stared at each other in a thick silence, Lexin's eyes wide and Devyn's unreadable. "Y-you should-" "Is this why you're up," Devyn's tone began to drop, "couldn't find a good fuck at the party?" Lexin glared and tried his best not to grind his hips forward and release some of the pain. "If I wanted to, I would have," he scowled. "Since when do you come home unsatisfied? We both know you can't keep it in your pants," Devyn's eyes stayed locked on the bruises. "Prick," Lexin hissed. Unable to stop himself, his hips pressed forward this time, his eyebrows pinching together. To his surprise Devyn pushed back. He wasn't gentle about it either as he applied the weight of his muscular thigh onto Lexin's hard on. Devyn's dark eyes flicked to his before he leaned down, brushing his lips on the shell of Lexin's ear. "You want to tell me why you're so hard, princess?" Lexin turned beat red, "Stop calling me that." "That's not an answer," Devyn slid his head down and brushed his lips over the sore hickey. ~'~ WARNING: this book has a choking and biting kink. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Leo a submissive with self harm habits is unhappy in his current relationship with a dom and two other subs due to mental changes that are happening to him which caused him to start acting out a lot towards his current dominant, which then prompts the dominant to take a punishment too far, will it break him or break them? Xavier and Jason are two daddy doms in a relationship though they still feel incomplete due to the lack of a little in their relationship, in their relationship Xavier tops Jason but since they're both dominants they're always on the look for a litte boy to complete them. Will they find Leo in time or will it be too late? This is not my story it belongs to Jesssillakee they just went awol and I haven't heard from them since 2024 its incomplete so I'm just writing it and rewording a few things to feed my reading hunger Updates every Monday/Wednesday/Friday - depending on time zones

Edward doesn't kneel. Not anymore. Not since the crash that took Lily. In the years since, he's built a life with no give. ER shifts, back-to-back. The sharp clarity of the hospital: white lights, clean lines, no chaos. No bruises. No rules. That part of him, the one that craved being owned, he buried under routine and fluorescent glare. Until Lance brings Sykes into his orbit. Sykes. Calm. Unyielding. With eyes that stay on him too long and hands that know exactly where to press. He doesn't ask Edward to remember. He doesn't offer a way back. He simply holds out the silence and waits to see what Edward will do inside it. What begins between them isn't romance. It's reclamation. A return to the part of Edward he thought he buried with her ashes. But his body remembers. The stillness. The ache that meant trust. And Sykes doesn't flinch from that edge. He stands on it, with Edward beside him, toeing the line between sanity and surrender.

When Remy's roommate suggests that he should try to be a Sugar Baby, Remy is appalled... until he realizes he's buried in student loans. He hates the whole idea of people paying you for sex and he hates the idea of sharing his partner with other guys, but... he agrees to go to one event. One event, that's it. He won't sign any contracts. Then he meets the hottest Sugar Daddy alive and he starts to question everything. Jaxson Clear is hot, rich, mysterious, and very insistent about making Remy his next boy. Unfortunately, they are as different as night and day, and the more they try to bridge the gap, the less common ground they manage to find. Will they be able to make things work? This has more angst than my usual stories, but don't worry, it has a HEA. It's also completely written, so don't worry, it's not going to be abandoned half-way. Finally, it has some 50 Shades of Gray vibes, but gay obviously. Content warnings: Mature sexual content and language (between consenting adults) Tropes: Age gap/age difference, Daddy/boy kink, Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby, hurt comfort, opposites attract, nerdy gay boy, virgin boy, nerd/player