What does freedom mean when you don't remember how to live? Five years in white walls taught me how to survive, not how to exist... How do you start over when your hands are still stained? They say I'm free now, that I've done my time. But the world outside feels wrong. Too bright, too alive... They call it LUCK. Lucky to have a second chance. Lucky to breathe air that doesn't taste like bleach and metal. But luck will never change what I did... ~Owen Owen Williams was never loved... not by the people who called themselves his parents. Years of cruelty carved something hollow inside him, until one night, at twelve years old, the breaking point came. A knife. A scream. Blood he still can't wash from his hands. He told himself it was survival. But the guilt never left. Five years locked in a mental hospital couldn't silence the echoes of that night. Now, seventeen and released into a small town under the watch of a kind officer, Owen is supposed to start over... to live again. But how do you begin when the past won't let go? When every breath tastes like a memory? And when forgiveness feels like something meant for someone else? #1 ATTEMPTEDSUICIDE 2026/02/04 #3 BxBxBxBxB 2026/02/04

Born an omega for the first time in five generations, Johnmar Villaluna refuses to live the life chosen for him. Known as Ohmyv33nus, he flees to the Philippines to chase his dream of becoming a professional gamer, hiding his designation to survive in a world ruled by alphas. Danerie James Del Rosario, Blacklist International's lone Dominant Alpha, despises Ohmyv33nus from the moment he joins the team. But when Danerie discovers Johnmar's secret during a dangerous heat, hatred gives way to something far more dangerous. Protecting him could cost everything. Claiming him could change them both. Caught between instinct and choice, rivalry and desire, one mistake could destroy their careers. One bond could make it impossible to walk away. °°° Reminder: This is a work of fan fiction and purely a product of imagination. It does not reflect the real lives, personalities, or relationships of the individuals mentioned.

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮-𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧-𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨?

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"I want to fuck you." My body stilled as I gulped, trying to hydrate my dry throat. "W-what?" "I said I want to fuck you, Professor," he said as he took a taunting step closer, causing him to hover over me, making me feel smaller. His predatory gaze swept over me, causing me to gulp yet again. This man wanted me, and he wanted me now. ____________ Professor Kelly Roman, spends all his time drowning in work; teaching mathematics, tutoring his students, going home and repeating the cycle. There is nothing more to that, that's his life and that's what he is satisfied with. But what happens when a new student comes along and interferes with that daily routine? A student that most teachers tend to avoid, to fear...but why? Kelly doesn't understand but he also doesn't care, all he cares about is work. So what happens when that new student takes a liking to the professor? Will Professor Kelly push him away like he always does with people who want him, or will he be devoured by the mysterious student?

Penpaling an inmate was not something Andre would ever do in his life until his best friend coaxed him into it. PREVIEW/SNEAK PEAK "W-Wait," Andre breathes as he takes a step back. Armand smiled showing his pretty teeth and dimples. They looked so much better in person was all Andre could think. He was taken away by Armand's beauty. "Mon Chéri, Did you miss me?" Armand rasped his deep tone doing something unfathomable to Andre. Taking a step inside Andre's apartment, Armand licked his lips as he followed Andre whilst closing the front door behind him. "W-When did you g-get out?" Andre quried. His heart banged loudly against his chest and his back hit lightly againt a wall as he was cornered by Armand. "Today, I came as quickly as I could, Because someone decided to pull a little stunt," Andre had thought hearing Armand on the phone was a turn-on automatically but hearing it in real life transcended him. "And h-how did you find out where I live?" Andre questioned whether he ever told Armand where he lived specifically in the city yet here he was. "Mon Chéri, enough with the questions," Armand growled clipping Andre's mouth shut. How dare he. He was lucky that he was too handsome to argue with. The camera from phones didn't do Armand no justice "Say, Andre, tilt your chin my way and part those pretty lips of yours and let me tongue fuck your mouth," he grunted making Andre gulp. Armand was very filthy on the phone calls and messages and Andre would of course entertain him but that was because he thought he would never get the chance to meet Armand in real life. Partially Armand being here was partly his fault. Because he had told the man that he wanted/thought to end their relationship. And the last thing Armand had sent was. "You're mine, Mon Chéri" Armand growled gripping Andre's chin. "Now part your lips before I bend you over," And just like that Andre parted his lips as his body trembled. Not with fear. But with excitement.

In a world where human touch is outlawed and intimacy is manufactured, will they dare to fall in love? On New Earth 1, love is extinct. Natural reproduction is a crime. Every need-physical, emotional, sexual-is fulfilled by Pleasure Mutants, synthetic beings designed to obey. They're sold, used, discarded. And no one cares. No one except Lial Moreau, a boy born illegally into a system that was never meant to let him survive. When a Pleasure Mutant saves his life, Lial devotes himself to fighting for their rights-even if it means standing alone. But when a job interview lands him inside Taboo, the most powerful Mutant production facility on the planet, Lial finds himself face-to-face with its ruthless owner, Alaric Mason-untouchable, inhumanly perfect, and entirely focused on profit. Alaric is cold, calculating, and Lial gets under his skin in all the wrong ways. And yet... there's something between them. Something electric. Something ancient. A bond that defies logic-and may not be entirely human. . . Updates- Sunday, Wednesday, Friday

"I fucking hate you." "I hate you, too, mate." ------- Two Kings. Mates. One so cold that his touch sends shivers down your spine, as if he has the power to freeze the warmth in your heart with just a brush of his hand. The other has a heart so dark it radiates a palpable heatwave, driving away anyone who dares to draw near, leaving him isolated in his own abyss." ------- Find out how these entirely different men meet.

BL NOVEL - Mature Content Yarran vowed to himself the day Princess Cadia saved him on the brink of death that he will do anything to protect her until his last breath. It is bound to be test now as his beloved princess was set to marry the only Prince of an enemy Kingdom for a peace treaty. Aegan Clestes - an infamous prince known for his love for sex and war. Both loved and feared by many regardless of gender as it is said he possessed the most beautiful face and body no man can ever compare. As Princess Cadia's loyal guard dog, he can't allow his delicate princess to be tossed as a trophy and her reputation tarnished by this notorious prince. -- "Yarran.. your nipples are hard." Aegan said with a devil's smile on his face while licking his lips not breaking an eye contact with him. He can't seem to look away, specially focusing on those lips that just give unwanted pleasure he had never knew existed seconds ago. This person is a devil, devilishly handsome yes, but still a devil. "You don't want me touching your tiny little Princess but I need an heir Yarran.." he said coyly and even move closer to his face, their cheeks touching and he can feel his breathing on his ear. "I will touch no princess if you sire me my heirs." An electric feeling course through his whole body making him shiver. "H-Heirs?" He chuckled. "I like them many."