Ezra Green does not want to be a surgeon. Honestly, he doesn't really want to be in college. He'd much rather be in the studio, but what his family says goes. It's mind numbing, really, but ballet keeps him going. It's his escape, and his new boss catches his eye. Maybe the club's charged atmosphere will help Otis feel the same, even if he claims he'd never. A boy can only lace up his boots and dream. This is the first installment of Otis and his boy's story in the Frenzy Collection

Nate and Bailey were like oil and water. They had been fighting since middle school, at it as though they were the hero and villain of a weekly serial destined to always try to one-up each other. After a couple of years of college, however, one summer is going to shake things up. Emulsify them, if you will. And it's going to get kinky. This is a mature mxm novel. It contains mature language, explicit sex with BDSM themes, and other mature situations and themes. All characters (and readers too, please!) are 18+.

[𝐌𝐌] 𝐕𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 & 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 "𝑰, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒑𝒕𝒐𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒚, 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒑𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆." ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 - Defiant, reckless, and vengeful. Gray Farrow, the blond leader of a nameless underground crew, thrives on chaos. For him, dismantling Chicago's mafias with a flare for destruction is merely a hobby. As a vigilante who revels in the ruin of his enemies, Gray believes himself to be untouchable...until he crosses the wrong man. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐑 - Sarcastic, possessive, and unhinged. Kaz Hirai, the shadow that refuses to quit until what he desires truly belongs to him. He calls himself an admirer rather than a stalker, though he has haunted Gray's every step for four long years. Watching, waiting, and sculpting his muse in silence. And the best part? Gray has no idea he's even there. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧ When he finally rids himself of the mafia that screwed him over, Gray turns his attention toward a new rising power; a Japanese syndicate known as the Vipers. Their sovereign is a feared figure. One that people say is a terribly beautiful man with eyes of sapphire blue. The same man whose gaze never strays from his heart's desire. He's the one who watches his muse from the shadows, and sculpts him to be his in the light. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: Strong Language, Violence, Gore, Explicit Mature/Sexual Content, Knife Play, Light BDSM, Mentions of Sexual Assault, Mentions of Human Trafficking, Mentions of Domestic Abuse (Remembered), Mentions of Alcoholism (Remembered), Prejudice, and Stalking.

The reaper of the apocalypse has been unwilling forced into the body of a scum prince destined for death. He decides, the best way to spend this new life is to live aimlessly and freely. A leisure life with no problems, here he comes! But of course, from the pages of the novel he read, the protagonist stares right at him. "Soren Rosenbaum," says the man, sword gleaming under the watchful sun. "Who the hell are you?" --- One sentence summery: In which a hippo (Raphael) and a sloth (Soren) bicker and find their salvation.

"Sit on my lap." He commands, sliding the chair back a fraction. My mind tangles into a mess of thoughts and astonishment, "Pardon me?" He pats his knee and looks at me domineeringly, "Sit on my lap." ꧁༒꧂ "I knew," He says, voice lowering, hoarse, "from the moment you were mated with Lilith that you were destined to be with more than one partner. How can you not be loved when you're so radiant and beautiful..." His lips tilt upwards, but his eyes cry, "I'm happy for you. You're loved by so many magnificent and powerful males. All I ask for is that you keep me by your side. I've said it before, you don't have to love me, you don't have to do anything for me, I just ask to remain here, as your Knight." ꧁༒꧂ Cynder Delphus, Wanderer of the underworld, finally makes it out of his hellhole situation and obsessive lover when he decides to do an act of good: saving a child. He however, dies and transmigrates to a world of magic and power where he starts back out as a bottom feeder. Lust filled beast men, sadistic masters... He thought he knew the worst. But then 'Pandora's box' opens, and everything is plunged into a deeper hell. He never thought loving would be so hard. A (pulling Cynder. closer): He's my wife, not yours! B (generating a blizzard): For God's sake, he owes me his life. C (laughing sardonically): He gave birth to my child. A takes out sword B gathers an army Cynder: SHUT UP, all of you! A, B and C: But dear... Cynder: No Buts! D: I'm not even gonna argue Note: Harem not 1 V 1 Cover image does not belong to me. All credit goes to owner. Cover edits done by me. Story is mine. 𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻𝐸𝑆𝑇 𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆: #1 BL 11/05/2020 #1 Reborn 14/06/2020 #1 Reincarnation 04/07/2020 #2 Mpreg 30/09/2020 #9 Elves 09/10/2020

Silas Maria is a lonely gardener who moves to a remote island with a 40,000 human populace. Recently recovering from a bad breakup, he has no intention of finding romance on the island. However, he meets a sweet boy his age with the same passion for gardening. Then suddenly, he finds himself in the middle of 3 men and their polyamorous relationship. Silas's past follows him to the island, threatens his new connections and drives him away. How will they find the light?

Kaden Chauvet awakes in the same cold room that he remembers, seeing the reflection of pale viridescent eyes that scream curses at his mind. This is a beginning; a second chance that he would rather forsake than claim. Time has reversed, and he is back to play the role of an obedient fool-only, he no longer has any intentions of wagging his tail and committing the heinous crimes that he once did. He will save everyone; and then face his judgement. The judgement that comes in the raven-scaled hands of the heroic, slightly quiet, and son of the Dragon bloodline, Noah Bellamy. And yet the man claims, "I want to save you, fool." And another tearfully cries, "Please don't die. Not again, never again." And another's graceful voice pleads, "I don't wish to witness your demise again." Kaden stares, utterly confused. "What?" --- One sentence summary: In which a terrible sinner seeks redemption and amusement by relentlessly teasing an irritated dragon.

⌜ 𝗠𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗦 : 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⌟ › ❛❛ Love is just a socially acceptable form of insanity. ❜❜ ── Love, in Cupid's eyes, was inevitable; that's how it always worked. Yet a normal office worker proved his ideals wrong; you have spent years dodging any advances in romance. The mere idea of love was disgusting, and more so when you notice something off in the world lately. Your first thought was conspiracy, and in a way, it was. Because for years now, Cupid has been failing to complete a mission. It all went crumbling because of stubborn little you, but no more. Because if love won't come naturally, then it's time for a different approach. or | 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄, a man detached from love is forced to stick with Cupid, who won't leave him alone until he falls in love. ──────────── most outstanding rankings! 𝟐# satire 𝟱# cupid 𝟭𝟬# single

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

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.