Miles or as many call him, Milly, is the definition of tall, dark, and handsome. Many look at him and think that he would make the perfect dominant and Milly is well aware that he has the body type for it, but his personality is the complete opposite. Many dominants believe he is too much to be their submissive, being intimidated by his size. Miles tries to prove them wrong by being the best submissive he can, always listening and doing any request perfectly even if he doesn't want to, but it never seems to be enough. The submissive of the club even push him to be their dominant, not believing that the large man could be anything but dominant. Milly finally decides to leave the area and start new. In this new city, he finds a new club where he decides to give in to what everyone is saying and applies for membership as a dominant. However, what he wasn't expecting was the twin dominant owners with the capability of changing everything. This is the second book in my Submissive series. These books do not need to be read in any specific order, but to those that have read Submissive Desires, this will be the story of Killian, Milly, and Osiris.

Daiki Ito never wanted trouble, but trouble always found him. And this time, it came in the form of Isaac Pavlov-a reckless, obsessive bastard who doesn't understand the word no. Isaac isn't just interested. He's watching, waiting, claiming. There's no escaping someone like him-not when he's already decided that Daiki belongs to him. It's not love. It's not hate. It's something far more dangerous. Obsession. Because once Isaac sinks his teeth in, he never fucking lets go. ------------------- MM dark romance BI / Gay awakening Fighter / Mastermind Enjoy ! <3

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!!!

In a cutthroat pre-law program, Jackson clashes with Kenzo, the arrogant classmate he can't stand, until he discovers that the very man who infuriates him holds the key to his freedom to become who he truly wants to be. *** Jackson Ramirez is done with broken promises-his mother's sacrifices, his father's prison sentence, and the suffocating pre-law program he never wanted. The last thing he needs is Kenzo Adachi, the arrogant classmate who gets under his skin. But when animosity sparks into something deeper, Jackson must deal with a past that ties their families together in betrayal. In the wreckage of secrets and pain, will Jackson and Kenzo choose each other in the end? DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish. COVER DESIGN: Rayne Mariano ILLUSTRATOR: Ri Ot

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.

Yuno, a painter and delivery guy, lives his life like a dish served without toppings. No flavors, no attachments, just bare survival. Though selfless and determined to stand on his own, Yuno's solitude is a paradox: he pushes away help yet silently craves connection. But when Cid, a sexually frustrated swimmer, offers him financial support in exchange for an unconventional deal, Yuno is forced to reconsider the simple life he's chosen.

They say that happy-go-lucky people bury their deepest pain behind smiles. For Maverick Evander, an architecture student, was entangled in a web of uncertainty by his parents' decision to separate. Beneath his playful image and a well-known loud circle, he was able to carry a facade-a mystery no one could ever decipher. How can you read someone when they are just black pages in the book? That's how engineering student Rade Archiel Tejano sees Mavric: a blinding sun you could only graze upon. And the more he tries to solve the puzzles in Mavric's mind games, the more Mavric's wall thickens. Will Rade be able to crush someone who is already broken? Will Mavric top someone when he's the one who's falling? In a play where one had to win, both of them fell...hard.

Santiago Alverio is torn between family expectations and his own internalized fears from homophobic relatives. As he enters a casual fling with Diablo Delgado, he discovers that love, patience, and acceptance might be the blueprint to healing and embracing his true self. *** Santiago Alverio has always lived by the rules of his family, peers, and a silent world that tells him who he should be. As a civil engineering student, he hides behind toxic masculinity and the fear of being noticed because of expectations and a homophobic upbringing. Then comes Diablo Delgado--fearless, affectionate, and unapologetically himself. What begins as a no-strings "friends with benefits" arrangement slowly converts into something deeper. With every touch, every unguarded smile, Diablo breaks the walls Santi has built around his heart. But love is never simple. Santi is caught between family pressures, societal judgment, and his own insecurities. Will he ever realize that happiness was never about meeting expectations but about choosing the person who makes him feel whole? DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish. COVER DESIGN: Rayne Mariano ILLUSTRATOR: Ri Ot

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"