"Be mine." I flinch, my mind being brought back to reality. When I hear him say such a thing it instantly made me nervous. "I can't-." "You think because you're a Beta and that you have a son...that you can't belong to me?" He questions me curiously. "I have a debt to handle and I need to take care of my son. Being someone else's is my last objection." I state to him, and I hear him chuckle in my ear. "Let me help you - leave this kind of job, leave all your hardships behind, leave everything; but your son. Come and be mine exclusively at the castle - my Beta of submission." He tells me, and I look at him in shock. "You be my submissive and I be your dominant - and if you are there I will pay your debt over time with interest." I see him grin at me, cradling my face. He eyes me fully - as if I already belonged to him...as if I've already said yes. Even though I haven't even said a word.

Hannibal Lecter, a renowned psychiatrist and a culinarian. Lady Valeria De Lorienné, A successful woman but with a dark past. Two people living in different lives, but bounded by the same past. She's looking for somebody she values more than herself and he's been hiding his past behind him for years. What will happen if the two of them meet again? Read to find out.... (NOTE: this is a Hannibal fan fiction so you could expect some similarities of scenes from the TV series but the this story plot is definitely unique and please bear with me with for typographical errors thanks...) missSigyn_14

A wolf unseeing is not an asset. A wolf deformed is an embarrassment. A wolf unloved is dead. But, a wolf who is brave is free. I was born to save my brother's life, the future Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack; I was the sacrificial lamb in wolf's clothing. I was raised without love, care, compassion, and even my sight. My sole reason for existing was to die. I would be his salvation. Despite that, four months before my destiny would claim my life, my brother set me free. He had a plan: I would escape, he would come for me later, and we would live freely together. I, however, had a plan of my own. To escape my destiny, and to escape him. What I hadn't counted on was finding what I had always been desperate for: a pack void of hatred, and an Alpha who seemed equally desperate for me. I finally had the chance to feel real, true happiness. But, fate wasn't so forgiving, and neither was my brother. *Dual POV*18+* *Trigger Warning: This fictional work contains depictions of mental, emotional, physical, & sexual abuse, as well as incestuous acts. Reader's Discretion is Advised*

Coby Maybank never really understood why his dad didn't like him, it wasn't like he did anything to hurt him, not on purpose at least. Coby always tried his hardest to please his father but his dad couldn't care less, Coby was just a mistake to his dad, he was never meant to be born. One word from Coby's mouth could be life or death for him, one wrong move and he'd turn into a punching bag for the night. He hated everything about his father, the way he looked, his voice, the way he'd dress, the slight tremor in his hand, the speck of blue in his eye.. But most of all, he hated his anger, his drinking problem because those were the things Coby received from his father. "Like a dog I bare my teeth at the hands that reach for me, not knowing if they came with comfort or pain." Peter Parker x Male Oc

"You're shaking, Pip." Adam laughed, looking down on me, his eyes hungrily scanning my body. "It's Jude! Don't call me, Pip, when we're fucking." I warned him, groaning out of annoyance because he simply couldn't stop calling me that stupid name. Though, it made him laugh even more. ••• In a world where losing means more than just defeat, some choices can't be undone and some relationships don't survive the fight. Jude Ellington had to learn this lesson the hard way as he suddenly finds himself in the brutal underground scene, having to fight his childhood best friend in front of a crowd, that couldn't care less whether he makes it out alive or dies. His childhood best friend, also known as the King of the underground. And as if that wasn't complicated enough, their increasingly tangled friends-with-benefits relationship makes it even harder to separate emotions from consequences.

This is the ungoing edited version of my first story ever, "The Third Wheel", which was originally posted in 2018. WARNING: this is a polyamorous BxB story, with mature content. Not your cup of tea? = you might want to try and read something else. I also have absolutely no tolerance for homophobic, racist, or hateful comments. Also, be aware that this story deals with heavy themes such as sexual violence, self-hatred, depressive thoughts and so on. Warnings will be put when deemed needed, at the beginning of the chapters. Now, let's begin with the fun part ~ They often say three is a bad number. One feels left off. This is precisely what happened to the three childhood friends, Darren, Kyle and Nate. They used to hang out together but Darren and Nate somehow got closer and Kyle started having difficulties hiding his jealousy. Until one night, after a tragic mistake, Kyle is left on his own. Now, ten years later, Darren and Nate are happily mated and they both rule the Ravenstgh pack. Kyle, on the other side, has become a cruel, colder version of the lively teen he used to be. He is the very aggressive beta of the Ravenstgh pack, a powerful warrior no one really likes. A tiny part of him still feels undesired feelings for Darren and Nate, but his love is one-sided and hopeless, because Kyle cannot possibly get close to anyone. Not if he wants to keep hidden the secret that is slowly destroying him. Art cover: @its_just_a_lovestory

She was the peace he never knew he needed. He was the storm she never saw coming. Melody has spent her entire life being judged by her appearance. To some, her soft, curvy figure and deep chocolate skin make her a target for cruel whispers. To others, it's an invitation for unwanted objectification. All she wants is to be seen for the kind, gentle soul she is, to live a quiet life hidden in the pages of her books. Donato Salvatore is the untouchable Don, a man forged in ice and blood. Trapped in a cold, arranged marriage to a woman who repulses him, he is on the brink of tearing the contract apart. Until one glimpse of her in a crowded cafe-a vision of soft curves and serene beauty-shatters his control. His obsession is instant, twisted, and all-consuming. Melody becomes his only thought, his new purpose. He will burn his entire world to the ground to possess her. He doesn't want her love; he demands her soul. Warning: This is a dark yandere romance. Donato's love isn't gentle or patient. It's a claiming. If you're not prepared for a morally grey, obsessed hero who will kill, lie, and destroy anyone who gets between him and the woman he wants, this story is not for you. Proceed with caution... if you dare.

"I'm gay." My eyes grow so big as I stop breathing, but two seconds later I'm bursting with laughter. "Okay funny," I finally tone down my laugh as I bring myself to look at him again. But he is still staring at me like he had been when he told me that joke. "Wait," uhh, "Really?" He nods, "Really." "You like... guys?" "I fuck guys." Oh wow, you really can't have it all can you. When he checks all the boxes, suddenly there's this big box he doesn't. The most important box, the top on the list. "You're gay or bi?" Because there's a big difference between those two. "I'm gay." "You never fuck a woman?" "I've never fucked a woman." "Then why the hell would you want me to be your sugar baby? To watch you fuck another man's butthole?" He smirks despite my little mockery. "Oh now it's funny?" "It is," he is still smirking, "But no. It's the opposite of what I wanna do." I bring my arms across my chest as I reply in my all-business tone, "Enlighten me." *** 22 year old Estelle is one of the best sugar babies the agency has ever had. She has the whole package, no dick ever gone soft seeing how perfect she is, both her body and personality. But can she sway Owen into the heterosexual group? After being in that homo-pool all this while?

Leone Frasier is struggling to survive the aftermath of a tragic car crash that took his mother's life and left him with a permanent injury that affects the way he walks. Haunted by grief, trapped with an abusive father, and relentlessly bullied for his sexuality, Leone feels like he has reached his breaking point. On a dark, rainy night, Leone stands at the edge of a cliff, hoping that by jumping he can finally end all his pain and suffering. Little did he know that another boy was already there, preparing to do the exact same thing. Dydan Demecrio was born with a rare genetic condition that gave him razor-sharp fangs and extraordinary strength, speed, and endurance, all of which are sustained by blood. Kept isolated by his family and bound by strict rules to ensure his safety, Dydan longs for a life beyond the walls built around him. The two boys meet and form a Blood Bond that will change their lives forever...

He wasn't just my best friend. He was my architect. Ela Miller is "clumsy." She's the girl who loses her keys, fails her bio-labs, and relies on her genius best friend, Liam Vance, to keep her world upright. When their parents leave them alone for a month during a record-breaking storm, Liam offers to teach her the "lessons" she's missed out on-how to kiss, how to touch, how to know a man. But as the rain pours, the "puppy-eyed" boy-next-door starts to slip. Every touch is too practiced. Every "accidental" encounter feels like a trap. And the security cameras in the house? They aren't for her protection. They're for his viewing. Ela thinks she's the teacher. She has no idea she's the prey. By the time the sun comes out, Liam doesn't just want her heart. He wants her name, her future, and every breath she takes. He's been planning this for twenty-one years. And he's tired of playing nice. He didn't become obsessed because he didn't understand love-he became obsessed because he thought he understood it too well. Growing up, he saw a kind of love that felt safe, constant, and complete, and somewhere along the way, he started believing that this was the only way life could feel whole. So when he met her, he didn't just see a person-he saw the possibility of recreating that same world. And slowly, without even realizing it, his love turned into something heavier... something that needed to hold on too tightly, just to feel secure. She wasn't unaware-she was just never taught to trust herself. Growing up, every decision was made for her, every mistake corrected, every thought quietly replaced by someone else's "better" way. So when he stepped in to guide her, it didn't feel like control... it felt familiar. He didn't take her independence away-she had never really learned to hold onto it in the first place. And when care starts to look like control, it becomes almost impossible to tell the difference.