(bxb) After a year of surviving an all boys boarding school, William Brown thought he had finally navigated the ups and downs that the rich, private school had to offer. He'd even managed to make a few friends, as well as a rightful enemy. Lucien Harding. The two young boys were about as friendly as oil and water-that is, not very much. A dark haired boy deemed for destruction and a golden prince promised greatness weren't the likely pair. They knew as much, yet somehow, it had become inevitable. Their relationship would either go down in flames or a blaze of glory. Both boys bleed flame either way. Whichever path, they'll learn more than they bargained for.

This story is on pause and will be re-writtien. ********** Eryndir, a third-rated failure of a mage, wakes up in a parallel reality in which he is the Dark Lord who has terrorized the entire world for a decade. It turns out that the evil Eryndir in the alternative reality is killed by a hero protagonist, who turns out, scandalizingly, was the Dark Lord's secret lover. The Dark Lord's ally, the scary Death Knight, summons the lame edition of Eryndir from another reality to assume the Dark Lord's identity so their Dominion of Terror will remain stable and powerful. Being called worthless and useless his whole life, Eryndir has to tap into his inner villain to survive in a reality in which everyone hates his guts, and even the ones who he cares will betray him at any second. The Death Knight is not pleased that he gets the worst version of the Dark Lord of all possibilities, but he is determined to train the shitty mage into a proper tyrant. Besides, controlling and dominating the Dark Lord would have been fun, wouldn't it? ********** Eryndir (Nytherion, the Dark Lord): 60 years old elf (equivalent to 25 years old human) Ravenlocke (the Death Knight): 150 years old human-turned undead This story is on pause

The sacrifices he's made for a love that may never be returned are slowly destroying him. _______________ Philip, once the embodiment of dominance and cruelty in high school, carries a dangerous secret, one that could further strain his already fragile relationship with a cold, powerful billionaire who, for the first time, made him feel small.. Hatred became obsession. The boy who never flinched at violence now finds himself paralyzed by fear and aching for the one person he can never have. He clings to every scrap of attention, no matter how cold or distant, losing pieces of himself in the desperate hope that one day he might be seen, cared for or loved. His life spirals into more nightmare when.... "Please...." I whispered My hand reached out, trembling, as I tried to touch him, but I stopped just inches from his skin. I couldn't do it, terrified he'd pull away. I let my hand fall. "I love you," I whispered again, "Please...Just something. What do I have to do for you to hold me?" ___________ This isn't a typical story where characters fall in love quickly! Content Warning‼️ This book includes depictions of drug use, peer pressure, non consensual situation, and other sensitive topics that may be triggering or upsetting to some readers Please note that I do not condone or encourage these actions in any way. They are just fictional narrative, and I believe anyone involved in such activities should face legal consequences or seek help. Readers discretion is strongly advised! Read The Tags!

"A mafia boss submitting to the enemy mafia boss"(BL-SexScenes⚠️) He used to make men kneel. Now he shivers when I whisper in his ear. Damian doesn't rule anymore. Not when he's under me. Not when he begs. They call him the Blood King. Cold. Brutal. Untouchable. The head of blood Marker. But in my hands, he's nothing but a dog in heat. A trembling body caged in silk and steel. Fighting to hold onto pride while I take him and fuck him-slowly, deeply, completely. I don't need knives to break him. Just a hand at his throat. A kiss that doesn't stop. A voice in the dark telling him what he is now: Mine. He hates me. He wants me. He moans when I touch him like he belongs to me. And soon, he will. No thrones. No power. Just his mouth moaning my name and his body bent for more. This war won't end with bullets. It'll end with him on his knees.

When a struggling screenwriter lands the chance to direct his first film, he never expects the lead role to go to an infamous porn star. Directing him? That part was easy. It's everything behind the scenes that gets complicated. The lights go off. The cameras stop rolling. And what starts as fiction slowly begins to feel like something else entirely. In the middle of 1975 Hollywood where the Golden Age of Pornography is booming, everyone is watching, and nothing stays private for long, Christopher and Nico have to figure out if what they're feeling is part of the act...or if they've already missed their cue to call "cut."