After being forced to witness the brutal murder of his mother, Falyn was left traumatized and voiceless. At the mercy of his father, the Duke of Ramport and the man who ordered his mother's death, Falyn was locked away and abused for years. Nine years later, at the end of a long and brutal war, the human nation of Vrayna enters into peace talks with the Beastlands, with a marriage treaty as part of the terms. Rather than lose his precious daughter to the Beastlands, the Duke sends Falyn in her place, assuming that he will be rejected and killed. But Falyn isn't rejected. Instead, Falyn finds a new beginning, a chance to heal the wounds of his past, and a love he never expected. ***Finalist for New Community Novel of the Year on Tapas***

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

Dante Emilio Volkov had always been fascinated by the roar of F1 engines and the raw talent of drivers like Kimi Antonelli. An engineering prodigy, he landed his dream job as a junior aerodynamicist for the Mercedes-AMG Petronas F1 Team, placing him in the same world as his idol. What he hadn't expected was to be forced into a union with him. Kimi Antonelli, already burdened by the immense pressure of his rookie F1 season, found his life further complicated by an arranged marriage designed to solidify family alliances. He never imagined his 'contractual' partner would be another Alpha-and an engineer for his own team, no less. Neither Kimi nor Dante chose this path. Both Alphas, fiercely independent and accustomed to leading, had to navigate a life together that neither had asked for. As their paths intertwined, they discovered an unexpected compatibility, a strange comfort in each other's presence, and a scent-bond that defied all expectations. Could two Alphas, bound by duty and not desire, find love in the fast-paced, high-stakes world of Formula 1? Or would their unchosen arrangement eventually break under the pressure? Started: 15 Apr. 2026 | End: 5 May 2026 COMPLETED ✅ Book cover by @iamchxrry

Geo is an assassin/murderer/killer. He is used to killing that he also become a symbol of death himself. He died in the most valiant way. Well, as an unfeeling man, death like that is not that bad,but he is not dead. And he wakes up to the noise of a crying baby. Where he is and what he is doing? It turns out he transmigrated and now he is a three month old baby's Step Mom. ♡♡My original Work♡♡

🌹Main character 🌹 Aisyah Humairah Alhandi Irfan Aisyah Humairah berumur 17 tahun dipaksa berkahwin dengan seorang lelaki pilihan keluarganya. Setelah sehari berkahwin suaminya keluar negara tanpa memberitahunya. "Ada suami macam takde suami."Aisyah Humairah Alhandi Irfan CEO berumur 25 tahun berkahwin dengan perempuan remaja berumur 17 tahun dengan kerelaan hati sendiri. Dia terpaksa keluar negara setelah berkahwin atas urusan kerja selama berbulan-bulan tanpa memberitahu isterinya. "Dah puas mengata aku?"Alhandi Irfan. Pelbagai konflik yang berlaku kepada mereka. Bermula insiden berlaku kepada Aisyah menyebabkan Alhandi pulang kepadanya. "Hi baby,do you miss me?"-Alhandi Irfan "I want divorce Mr Han."-Aisyah Humairah Apakah yang akan berlaku kepada mereka berdua? Adakah Aisyah akan menerima Han kembali? _________________________________________ My first story. Hope you guys like it.☺️☺️ Enjoy it.🤗🤗

ALVAR pria straight yang tampan, dingin juga kejam, yang hobi berkelahi dan balap liar, dia juga dikenal sebagai ketua geng motor. FAHRU pria yang berparas tampan, manis dan cantik. fahru memiliki trauma akan masa lalunya yang pernah mengalami bullying. Title : Alvar Genre : BL, School, Romantic Author : Bbiyaa Release : 2021 Chapter : 18 END Copyright©2021 story themed gay~ Warning!! BEBERAPA KATA BELUM DI REVISI, BANYAK KESALAHAN KATA ATAU PENGUCAPAN, TOLONG DI MENGERTI JIKA POV'NYA KADANG PAKE AKU/GW, KAMU/LO. [SEDANG TAHAP REVISI]

You can't escape me, no matter how many times you try. No one will ever love you the way I do, and you don't need anyone else's love but mine. You belong to me your heart, your soul, your every breath. Even if you try to run, even if you try to push me away, I will find you... because we are bound together. You're mine, and you will always be mine. And nothing in this world can tear you away from me. Because . . . . . I've........ CLAIMED ........you ----- Tags🎀 Millionaire Alpha Rich × Poor Possessive Love Dark Romance Cold Alpha × Cute Shy Omega Head Over Heels Manipulative Alpha Loyal but Dangerous Power × Innocence Dark Desires Protective Alpha Alpha Dominance Claimed and Marked Emotional Turmoil Passionate Confession

📖 Title: "My Sugar Daddy is My Enemy's Elder Brother... Oops, He's a Mafia Boss" Genre: BL | Dark Romance | Enemies to Lovers | Slow Burn | Mafia AU | University Life 🖤 Plot Summary At Boston University, everyone knows Liam Carter. Star athlete, walking ego, with a tongue sharp enough to cut glass. And then there's Ezra Monroe-soft-spoken, always with his oversized hoodies, headphones in, and eyes lowered. An easy target. Liam hates him for reasons he doesn't understand. Maybe it's the calm in Ezra's silence. Maybe it's because Ezra doesn't react. Until one day... Liam hears a rumor. > "Ezra's dating some old dude. Like sugar daddy vibes. Expensive suits and everything." Curious, Liam follows Ezra after class. He expects some creepy old man. What he doesn't expect? To see Dominic Carter-his own brother-step out of a matte black Mercedes-Benz, take Ezra's hand, and kiss his forehead. Liam freezes. Because his brother is a literal mafia boss, and he just found out he's been bullying his brother's lover. And worse? Ezra looks up at Liam from the car window... and smiles. Sweetly. He knew.

Rayne has a routine, a plan. He lives life according to this routine. A few times a week, his routine allows him a few hours to hide away in his diner. Everything is always the same in this diner, even the variances are consistent. That is, until the gray-haired manager hires a new waiter who moves about like a tornado. This boy does not know Rayne's "usual" or his proclivity to be left alone so he can watch and study the people living around him. This new waiter disrupts his routine in all the worst ways and Rayne can't help but hate him. He doesn't seem to care, however, continuing to disrupt Rayne and see Rayne and pop Rayne's bubble of safety, and ask Rayne questions that he doesn't want to answer. It was all quite aggravating really. •••••• He looked vaguely familiar, like an ancient statute carved from marble or a delicately crafted oil painting you can see only in the galleries in Europe. He was all but perfect, just one minor flaw over his eyebrow- a scar where hair refused to grow, leaving a pale gash to interrupt his dark eyebrow. I noticed, between all my studying of this strange man's face, that his lips were moving. I had no desire to hear what he was saying. I was content to just watch. The ways his lips parted and pressed together, his porcelain teeth teasing an appearance behind them. I watched him speak, not hearing a word, until he stopped, his lips curving up and open on one end in an aggravating smirk. I don't know why it aggravated me, but it did. I furrowed my brows and removed an earbud, moving my eyes back up to his. His eyes seemed to aggravate me too. They looked all too teasing, all too amused. 🎖️ #1- yearn- Feb 18, 2026🥇 #1- love- Dec 18, 2025🥇 #1- slowburn- Dec 18, 2025🥇 #2- boyxboy- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #2- bxb- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #2- manxman- Dec 18, 2025🥈 #3- literature- Feb 14, 2026🥉 #10- lgbt- Dec 26, 2025

「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」 ── My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there. ❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞ ── 𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮: I'm mute. I haven't spoken since the night my world drowned in blood and screams. The night I became a ghost in my own life. My stepbrother made sure I never forgot what I'd done. His fists, his venom, his cruel hands. They were my punishment. Everyone else sees a broken orphan. They look away. Pity me. They're easy to fool with silence and sad eyes. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw through me from the first rose left on my bakery doorstep. Then came the shadows, lingering too long and the suffocating certainty that he was always near. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: I was made in blood and scripture. A Reaper dressed in priest's black, sent to smash skulls and drag filthy souls back to God by the throat. Violence is the only good I've ever answered to. I'm not supposed to want him. This quiet little ghost with flour on his hands and forest green eyes that speaks the words his lips refuse. I'm not supposed to burn for the one thing my faith condemns. But the moment I saw him, something inside me cracked. Now I'm obsessed and fucking addicted. He bakes bread to feed the living. I break bones to save their souls. We were never meant to touch. But God put this hunger in me for a reason. And I was never a man who denied his calling. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned ──