18+ William Oberoi-Maxwell I thought I had it all.. my forever, my everything... her. I was ready to confess. But one gunshot destroyed it all, destroyed me completely and utterly. Now she's gone. All that remains is her lifeless body, the fire of revenge burning in my veins... and a single clue etched into my mind, That. That snake tattoo, on that masked man's forearm I know who it belongs to. And I will destroy them. Even if that makes me question my entire existence and morals Now call it my misfortune or my fortune, because within three days, I'm forced into a marriage.. betrothed to the eldest son of the Belladonna family. The same family that wears that snake tattoo, which poisoned my whole world with pride. Zane Valentino Belladonna. Ruthless. Dangerous. Untouchable. My future husband. The man I hate. The man I should hate. The man I planned to use. Because I will find the truth. I will unmask the killer. And I will have my revenge. So why is he... different? Why is the man I expected to be a monster..so calm... so controlled...so kind? I'm supposed to destroy him and his family. He could be the killer too! Not... feel for him.

A long time ago, I was once in a relationship with the love of my life. Or so I thought. I moved away and years later I took a job, back there. Back in my hometown, but I had no other choice, I really needed the money. Once I'm there I realize that not only is he still there, but now he is technically my boss. As hurt as I am I know I have no other choice and decide to try to bury my feelings. I don't know if I can, but I need to at least try. I can't afford to fall in love with him again but there is a problem. Will he be too hard to resist? This is a MM romance; this was my first time writing this type of book. This is quite a short story and is a standalone; I really hope you enjoy! Trigger Warnings: Vivid rough sex scenes, minor mind games, and also can be a roller coaster of emotions for some sensitive readers, coming out, and cheating. This cover is a placeholder and will change.

Rayne has a routine, a plan. He lives life according to this routine. A few times a week, his routine allows him a few hours to hide away in his diner. Everything is always the same in this diner, even the variances are consistent. That is, until the gray-haired manager hires a new waiter who moves about like a tornado. This boy does not know Rayne's "usual" or his proclivity to be left alone so he can watch and study the people living around him. This new waiter disrupts his routine in all the worst ways and Rayne can't help but hate him. He doesn't seem to care, however, continuing to disrupt Rayne and see Rayne and pop Rayne's bubble of safety, and ask Rayne questions that he doesn't want to answer. It was all quite aggravating really. •••••• He looked vaguely familiar, like an ancient statute carved from marble or a delicately crafted oil painting you can see only in the galleries in Europe. He was all but perfect, just one minor flaw over his eyebrow- a scar where hair refused to grow, leaving a pale gash to interrupt his dark eyebrow. I noticed, between all my studying of this strange man's face, that his lips were moving. I had no desire to hear what he was saying. I was content to just watch. The ways his lips parted and pressed together, his porcelain teeth teasing an appearance behind them. I watched him speak, not hearing a word, until he stopped, his lips curving up and open on one end in an aggravating smirk. I don't know why it aggravated me, but it did. I furrowed my brows and removed an earbud, moving my eyes back up to his. His eyes seemed to aggravate me too. They looked all too teasing, all too amused. 🎖️ #1- yearn- Feb 18, 2026🥇 #1- love- Dec 18, 2025🥇 #1- slowburn- Dec 18, 2025🥇 #2- boyxboy- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #2- bxb- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #2- manxman- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #3- literature- Feb 14, 2026🥉 #10- lgbt- Dec 26, 2025

Moving is never fun, moving into your new stepdad's house because your mom decided to remarry again is even less fun, and being sent away unexpectedly to an unjustifiably expensive boarding school is the least fun of all. Out of all the things that have gone wrong in Kayden's life, the least expected was catching feelings for his rival. Elias Astor is annoying, and cocky, and Kayden can't seem to keep his eyes off of him. As much of an arrogant asshole as he is, Elias somehow makes life in their stuffy boarding school more bearable. #1 in darkacademia [5/16/22] #1 in ADHD [2/7/22] #2 in lgbt [10/4/21] #3 in boardingschool [10/4/21] #9 in enemiestolovers [10/4/21]

They were five when their fathers, two of the most powerful mafia dons in Italy shook hands and forged an alliance sealed in blood. That same day, Nico Barone met the quiet little boy who would one day ruin him. Allessandro Moretti was shy, Sweet and innocent. Nico thought he needed protecting. But years passed, and everything flipped. Now Nico is nineteen (soon turning twenty), disciplined, dangerous, the heir to a legacy soaked in blood. With a future laid out before him in iron and gold. Alless? He's eighteen, tall, gorgeous, and absolutely unhinged beneath that soft-spoken smile. And completely, irrevocably obsessed. To Nico, he's still just his childhood best friend who was just "clingy" To Alless? Nico is the altar, the sacrifice, the god, the obsession. When an arranged marriage with the French mafia threatens to tear them apart, blood spills and madness blooms. Because Alless doesn't let go. He doesn't forgive. And he doesn't share. Love was never going to save them. But it just might destroy everyone else. "A PRAYER FOR THE BARONE HEIR🖤" This is a dark romance, not a guide for healthy love. Characters are morally grey (or fully unhinged), and the relationships portrayed are intense, twisted, and not always safe. And its a BL so...🖤🖤

Kai sat at the edge of the bed, jaw tight, big hands wrapping gauze around my split knuckles. He was too careful, too quiet- the type that comes right before a storm rips through you. I woke up halfway through, yanked my hand free. "Don't touch me." He didn't flinch. Just looked at me with those wolf-grey eyes like I was the only war he ever wanted to fight. "Dont do that." I blinked."What?" His mouth barely moved."You dont get to do that after what you did." My lips curled into a dangerous smile. "And if I do?" He grabbed me by the jaw-gentle and cruel all at once. My breath hitched. "Then I'll just have to remind you who you belong to." His lips crashes against mine. The kiss was raw, possessive, demanding-his tongue forcing its way past my lips, dominating me until my knees nearly buckled. When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected us. I let out a needy, humiliating whine at the loss of contact. The world stopped "You want to break things?" His voice a low growl, "Break me.You want pain? I'll give you pain that loves you back. But if you ever throw yourself in front of filth like that again-" His grip on my jaw tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to own. "I might just kill someone." *** They call me the prince of chaos. The media's favorite sin. Award-winning artist, tabloid disaster, human trainwreck with pretty eyes and prettier scars. But I didn't ask for the crown. I do drugs to sleep. Smoke to breathe. Fuck to feel. Punch cameras.Curse in interviews. And I don't apologize for any of it. That's how I got kai-my new bodyguard. 6ft something of quiet death, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and eyes like he's already decided how I'll die if I piss him off. He doesn't play nice and he sees too much. And when he touches me, the world gets quiet for once. This isn't your typical love story. It's war. ME vs Myself. ME vs My Past. ME vs the man who swore he'd protect me - even from myself. You want to know how it ends? So do I.

Abel has a Very Bad Disease. He coughs up blood and stumbles and faints and throws up after eating the tiniest piece of toast. One day, he sits down on his usual bench to rest after having walked to the park for a bit of fresh air. He is, however, not the only person sitting on that bench. And despite all his rudeness, sarcasm and cold limbs, he starts to get to know that other person very well. But how much time is left? ────────────────── 'Hi,' I said. Spoke. Blurted out. Tried to say. He probably understood anyway. 'Are you okay?' he asked while I wiped some blood from the corner of my mouth. I must've looked astounded, because he quickly added, 'I'm sorry, it's not -' 'I'm fucking incredible,' I interrupted, 'I just walked a mile and now I feel like I'm fucking dying but honestly I feel like I'm fucking dying all the time, and I am probably dying all the time so that's likely the reason why I feel like I'm fucking dying. Because I am. Yay, great. How are you?' My social skills had degenerated much at the same pace as my health. In case that wasn't clear.

A leaked scandal destroyed Dev's life and cost him the boy he loved. Now he's starting over at a new school where no one is supposed to know his name. And the last person he needs getting close is Raj - the infuriating, sharp-tongued prefect who won't stop watching him like he's trying to solve a mystery. Dev may survive being hated. But he definitely won't survive being loved again.

Boys with bone diseases shouldn't race motorcycles. ⋆☆⋆ Asher Delrov knows he's fragile. He's known this since his diagnosis in infancy with osteogenesis imperfecta: imperfect bones. When racing offers him all the freedom, confidence and adventure he grew up without, the young prodigy doesn't hesitate to win competitions and break records under the watchful, loving eyes of the general public. But is a boy so fragile ever meant to fly? ⋆☆⋆ [ Featured on @TeenFiction | The Full Spectrum | October 2021 ] [ Stand-alone. Completed. Word Count: 60K - 75K ]

Enter Jericho Tucker: a Nigerian, Brooklyn native with serious daddy issues, a killer afro, and has a whole lot of love to give. But toss picture-perfect Joseph Turner into the mixing bowl; quarterback, silver-tongued, white boy from the dirty south, and you'll have a real disaster on your hands. It's their last year of high-school, and things are already getting hot; just add a pinch of fake friends, two cups of jealous exes, and a little too much southern lovin', and now you're really cooking! So, if you can't handle the heat, you better get the heck out of the kitchen. + 5th place Ace Awards Supreme LGBTQ batch 2 + #2 in talkthepoc + #2 wmbm + #3 in diverselit + #3 bmwm + #7 in weneeddiversebooks + #10 in diverse ***HIATUS***