#Bl # lovesyndrome #mature #bl #boyxboy #bxb #bxblove #lovesyndrome #mature #maturelanguage #maturity #mxm #romance WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️ Mature content DISCLAIMER :- Under the Copyright Disclaimer under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, there is an allowance for "fair use" of copyrighted material for such purposes as education and research, scholarship, criticism, news reporting, comment, and teaching. Translating this book is for entertainment purposes only. NOTE : I don't own this story all the rights reserved to the rightful author... It's an auto translation so please bare with the grammar mistakes and sentences... The cover page of this book taken from Pinterest the Image belongs to the Rightful person...

Gio and Rava promised to ride or die. Now they're learning how to raise a family, a new home, and each other. They thought the hard part was over. But raising two tiny humans might just be their wildest ride yet. They survived the streets. The house won't kill them. Probably. ______ Snapshots from the life they never thought they'd get to have! ( + Noah & Marco scenes ✨ )

A story revolves around a mafia and a middle son of the another mafia family when the mafia wants the sons hand in marriage. How can the arrange marriage turn out be ? Will they love each other or hate each other ? *smut contain 1st Book 2nd Book coming in March (NOTHING FIXES ME BUT YOU)

"Wooyoung," San said finally, his voice low, careful. "Are you... okay?" Wooyoung's jaw clenched. Okay? Was he okay? After everything-Mrs. Choi's venom, San's absence, this entire fucking marriage-was he okay? He wanted to laugh, to scream, to tell San to go to hell. But he didn't. He just stayed silent, his back to the alpha, his tears soaking into the pillow. "Wooyoung," San tried again, softer this time. "I heard you crying." "Oh, great," Wooyoung muttered, his voice thick with sarcasm and unshed tears. "Gold star for observation, alpha. Now leave me alone." San sighed, the sound heavy, exhausted. "I'm just trying to-" "What? Care?" Wooyoung snapped, still not turning around. "Don't bother. You're three years too late." Omegaverse Woosan

Easton heads to a book store where he encounters an arrogant but sexy guy.

There's no way he's about to kiss me right now, I thought to myself. But slowly he made his way towards me, my heart now racing, and my palms now started sweating. He stood in front of me, leaning close to my ear. "Looks like the universe is trying to tell us something," Ethan whispered in my ear. He cupped my chin with his big warm hands and slowly inched his face closer to mine and I could feel the heat of his lips against mine. "Don't worry," he said reassuringly. "I won't bite." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a bxb story meaning boys on boys! Julio is a first year who ends up sharing a dorm with Ethan, a third year. What started off as a joke slowly began to escalate into something more. Teasing back and forth until Ethan got drunk, ending up in bed with Julio on top of him. What may seem obvious is defined as teasing for both. So what happens when they kiss? A kiss is just a kiss, right? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Started: 11/27/2022 Finished: 9/12/2023 Published: 11/03/2023 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Best Rankings: #1 in spinthebottle #1 in collegeromance #1 in boyxboyromance #2 in 18andup #5 in smutish #10 in bxblove #29 in neverhaveiever ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1k reads on May 4, 2024!! ❤️ 2k reads on May 22, 2024!! ❤️ 3k reads on June 5, 2024!! ❤️ 4k reads on June 30, 2024!! ❤️ 5k reads on July 23, 2024!! ❤️

He was my chaos, my undoing. Vaughn Morozov-crowned in power, bound by legacy of Bratva, and the man who broke my heart. Once, I was cocky, charming, untamed.. But heartbreak carves deeper wounds than any blade, and his betrayal stripped me of my reckless crown. While, Vaughn remains chained to his family's throne, his power a gilded cage. Vaughn is a man weighed down by his legacy, torn between the love he buried and the loyalty he swore to uphold. Yet, love and power are a treacherous balance. Can he rewrite the story we left behind, or will his devotion to his family doom us both? This isn't a fairytale. It's a battle between power and love, My name is Remington Astor, and Vaughn Morozov is where my freedom goes to burn. ......... "I love you, Remi," Vaughn's voice cracked, raw with pain. "But loving you is the one thing I'll never be forgiven for." "Don't do this," Remi's voice trembled, a desperate plea lacing each word. "I'm already gone, Vaughn... don't let me fade completely." (P.S: I do not own the Legacy of Gods series, all the characters belong to Rina Kent)

Title: The Enigmatic Love In a world where power is divided between dominance and elegance, the Lightwood family stands as an unshakable force. Bound by the legacy of two ancient factions-the Reyon, led by the strongest of masculine elites, and the Lencer, guided by the most cunning and beautiful leaders-one name rises above all: Evender Lightwood. Evender, an extraordinary mix of both worlds, possesses an enigmatic aura that defies the rigid structures of his bloodline. His presence commands attention, his Australian green eyes concealing secrets that even he is unaware of. Until now, when he will be physically and emotionally connected to a stranger, with whom he had spent a passionate night. But his return to Australia for his grandfather's grand birthday celebration turned into something else.He is unaware that the tides of fate are about to shift. With the growing child inside him, his responsibility also grows. With the weight of an empire resting on his shoulders, Evender must embrace his fate and prove himself worthy of the power he never sought but was always meant to wield.

Two men. Two empires. Two predators circling each other in a world where desire is a chain sharper than steel. Brian Black - enigma, billionaire pilot, untouchable. Evans Woods - alpha, food mogul, untamed. Both dominant. Both ruthless. Both aching for something they'll never admit. When obsession sparks at an airport gate, their lives spiral into a game of control, lust, and dangerous submission. In the end, only one truth remains- even the strongest chains break when desire burns too hot.

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.