"ᴡᴀꜱꜱᴀᴍ ʙᴀʙʏ"

(Completed MXM) In a kingdom of wolves, a prince dwells with an unappealing attitude and a way of distancing himself from anything that deals with 'love'. You could say he was Prince Charming's opposite. His only true hatred was a certain beast, a species he wanted to obliterate until extinction: wolves. No one really knew why. But what happens when the snarky, harsh prince meets his soulmate? What happens when he learns that his 'destined love' is a werewolf? (Not as cliche as you think. Or at least I try to make it different.) {Ranked #6 in malexmale}<---Still unbelievable

Sophia Marino lived with her aunt in America since she was 7, her mom died when she was still a baby and she would visit her family during holiday. Now twenty four working a boring office job she went clubbing one night to relax and get laid. She got laid, but she also got pregnant by one of the most ruthless men out there, Russian mafia leader Vasily Petrov. She was his the moment he saw her goofing around on the dance floor and brought her to his hotel room, the pregnancy part was just more motivation to get her, not that he would have backed down or needed extra motivation to have her. Like every other mafia man, he got what he wanted no matter what he had to do *Warning - violence, swearing, mature I guess*

"I shoot yo ass right na slime" "do it"

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.

Phoebe had always believed that, as a priestess, it was her duty follow the will of the Goddess Lady Seraphine and the Creator. When she hears of cultists attempting to summon the Demon Lord and bring destruction to the Caedoran Empire, she immediately joins the holy troops sent to stop them. But when it all ends in failure, she tries to escape. Despite her efforts, the feared Demon Lord easily captures her and drags her down to the Underworld. However, instead of killing her, he claims she is his soulmate and a reincarnation of his previous love: the very goddess that she and empire worship! It has to be a lie. There is no way this is her fate! He's a monster! Except he lights a fire in her body and soul that no amount of prayer can quell. Every whisper makes her heart race, every kiss sends shivers down her spine, and every touch makes her feel whole. And no matter how much she rejects him, she always finds herself back in his arms and praying for more. XXXX Content Warning: This book contains depictions of noncon and dubcon elements, graphic violence, fantasy religious concepts, and sexually explicit content that may trigger certain audiences.