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 half a mile to the park when he notices he isn't the only person sitting on that bench. And despite all his rudeness and thoughts about death, 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 half 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 fucking dying all the time so that's probably 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 of my health. In case that wasn't clear.

"No one can hold the moon, Sharma." "They can, they just have to stop assuming it'll break." *** Amit was a storm - reckless, magnetic, impossible to outrun. He filled every corner of Dev's life. And then he was gone. No warning. No goodbye. Just silence. Now Dev is starting over at a new school, determined to keep his head down and his past buried. But secrets don't stay buried - especially not the kind that once went viral. And no matter how far he runs, the echo of that night follows. Then there's Raj. Smug. Observant. Uncomfortably close. He sees too much. Asks too little. And refuses to treat Dev like something fragile or shameful. With teasing grins and a steady presence Dev doesn't know how to handle, Raj keeps stepping into spaces Dev has carefully sealed shut. Dev isn't ready to be seen. But Raj won't look away. And when the past resurfaces and the truth threatens to spill, Dev has to face the question he's been avoiding: Is he protecting himself - or punishing himself? Does being broken really mean you're beyond repair?

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***

"Like I said before, nothing is for free. I'll give you all the information you need if you give me your body." When a mission goes south, the only way Zayne had to keep his team safe was to let the mafia take the hostages. But Zayne still wanted the information, so he made a deal with the mafia boss, not knowing what he was getting himself into. [COMPLETED] 21/6/21 highest ranking !! #1 in yaoismut #1 in cops #3 in policeofficer #4 in MxM

||WATTY WINNER 2023🌟|| Two strangers pretend to be a couple to win a dumb bet. The wager: they must enrol in couples therapy and fool their counselor. _________ Six non-refundable couples counseling sessions. That's how many Clementine booked for him and his girlfriend to sort out their relationship problems. What he didn't see coming was getting dumped as soon as he informed her of it. Enter Everett, a chaotic, curly-haired boy who barges into Clementine's life. He offers to fake date and attend the counseling sessions with Clementine. Unfortunately, they are both idiots. Did they really believe they could safely fake-date in a Wattpad book and NOT fall in love? ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜 Might bring to mind: "Heartstopper" but with a ton more baking and fake dating 🌈 🎼🎶 This book has a Spotify playlist with a song for each chapter. To download it you can search me on Spotify @itsmeimthevampire - the playlist name is "Idiots To Lovers." 🏅🏅🏅 Watty Winner 2023. Shortlisted in the Open Novella Contest 2023. Featured on Wattpad profiles: @Lgbtq @FreeTheLgbt @Romance 🏆🏆🏆 #2 lgbt #2 lgbtq 📆 10/5/23 #4 gay 21/5/23 #4 bxb 14/5/23 #5 boyxboy 13/5/23 #1 gayromance 5/5/23 #1 gayshipsareyayships 14/5/23 Written for ONC2023 using prompt 39: On a blind date with a complete mismatch, you're increasingly uncomfortable but too polite to leave. Then an attractive stranger comes over and gives you an out.