Ezra finds love - and mind-blowing sex - with two men when his car breaks down at exactly the right place and the right time. Not for children. Wattpad, please respect the age range I selected. This story is for mature audiences only. This story features graphic depictions of sex between three MEN! Do not proceed if that is not your thing. I've also written this one for a broader audience. The English is plain and straightforward and not 'too Nigerian', so anyone can follow without issues. Enjoy. #1 - mmm - 28th June 2025

||The ultimate guide to mastering the art of loneliness|| Atlanta wasn't the roadblock; it was infact the commencement of an entirely new chapter in his life. Book One of the Sad Bois Club Series * * * * Imran, a Muslim Nigerian nerd, finds his life taking a humorous turn when his mother relocates the family to Atlanta to join her new husband. Amidst the Southern accents and sweet tea, Imran becomes the new, eccentric Muslim kid at school. From explaining his faith in show-and-tell to navigating school bullies, his journey is a mix of comical and painful adventures. The real comedy unfolds at home, where he must deal with his annoying stepbrother, a prank-loving troublemaker. In the chaos of suburban Atlanta and domestic challenges, Imran strives to uphold his faith while navigating unexpected friendships and cultural clashes. His quest to find his place in the big city is marked by hilariously awkward moments, even when he feels like: 'That Lonely Black Boi' in class. [[Word count: 150,000 - 180,000]]

♡Blurb♡ A stalker and a drunk addict. One's obsession with alcohol is beyond imagination. He was oblivious to it, but there was always a shadow in the corner of his room... watching him closely every night when he comes home drunk. A handsome silhouette covered in black with his hood over his head. The silhouette who is obsessed with him as much as he is obsessed with alcohol. He couldn't keep his hands to himself one drunken night. Watching him shrug his pants off every night after getting drunk was not enough. Watcing him hookup with different people made his blood boil with rage. why couldn't that be him? he should be the one unravelling every layer of skin underneath. He needed more. He craved for more. He wanted to risk it all that night. And so he did what he thought was the best decision ever...

"Two hundred thousand gold coins and the cursed blade of Selverin!" a high-ranking vampire lord declared, his red eyes gleaming with hunger. "Four hundred thousand gold and a siren's heart," a mermaid duchess countered, her black-scaled tail flicking in irritation. "A million gold, and my entire estate in the Shadowlands!" a fae lord sneered, eyes flashing with power. But it was all for nothing. At the very top of the auction hall, beyond the reach of the common bidders, sat the true rulers of the supernatural world. A private royal chamber loomed over the hall, separated by thick glass enchanted with dark magic. Inside, three powerful figures observed the auction in silence, untouched by the chaos below. They were kings. The rulers of the night. And they had already decided the outcome. At the center sat King Aldric Vaugn, the Alpha of all werewolves. To Aldric's right lounged King Darius Velmont, the ruler of vampires. And to Aldric's left, reclining with an almost bored expression, was King Orion Thalassar, the sea's sovereign. Aldric leaned forward, his voice like rolling thunder. "Three million gold." Darius merely chuckled, setting his goblet aside. "Gold is a fleeting currency, my friend. Let's make this more... enticing." He turned his gaze to the auctioneer. "Ten million gold. And the Bloodstone of Evermore." Orion sighed dramatically. "You two and your gold. It's so boring." He sat up, stretching lazily before giving a slow, knowing smirk. "How about an entire kingdom?" The entire hall froze.

TW: SELF-HARM This is a BXBXBXB story. Don't like, don't read. "Be careful, Fayez, not to touch anything or anyone. Keep your gloves on at all times, my sweet prince, or who knows what might happen". Fayez is the last-born child of one of the strongest family of vampires that ever existed. According to most, he should have led an easy life, for money was never a problem and he had many servants more than willing to fulfill his wishes. Fayez had everything to be happy, except for the fact that he was a burden to his own parents. See, there was something terribly wrong with his hands: everything he touched became rotten, so he had to keep his gloves on at all times. He was a leathal weapon, one that had to be kept a secret, so that other people wouldn't try to use his curse for their own benefit. When Fayez turned 21, his parents decided that their son could not be kept secluded in their castle any longer, and that it was more than time for him to face the outside world. They sent him to the prestigious ISB - Institute for Supernatural Beings, where every supernatural creature from age 20 to age 30 is given a special training to enhance his natural capabilities. How will the priviledged Fayez, who only ever knew the faces of his family and servants, survive in a place where most of the residents have experienced violence and cruelty from a very young age, and are street smart? More importantly, can this haughty, strong yet inexperienced, touch-depraved young man learn how to love and be loved in return, or is he far too gone already?

"In a world where alphas rule with bloodied fists and ancient codes, two kings collide not in diplomacy, but in destruction." Rudra Dev Singhania, the merciless alpha monarch of the East, doesn't ask. He owns. With golden skin and a voice that turns into law, his rule is ironclad, his empire bathed in fear. No soul dares to defy him until a single ghost slips through the cracks. Rian Valez, the snow-skinned blonde French alpha, is more myth than man. Known as Ghost Heir in whispered syndicate files, he's a sculptor of pain, a tactician with a spine made of vengeance. Their first collision is anything but diplomatic. Two alphas. Two enemies. One irreversible bond. In a world where alpha-to-alpha mating is both taboo and dangerous, they mark each other, not out of love but out of dominance. They should have killed each other. Instead, they're tethered by something darker, something primal neither of them can control nor fully understand. Read and find out what is written in their destiny. Start date - 11/06/25 End date -27/6/25

This is another random story I wrote cause the idea popped into my head 🤷🏻‍♀️

Book 2 of The Eternal Annals Aiasthlyn Kethlana. King of the Anael Faction, leader of the Fey elves. In a world where elves live peacefully, he has only wished for the plain life as any lucky elf, but Ythene has never heeded his prayers. His curses, others name blessings, never end, but he prays that for once it will when it comes time for the elven realm to gain a new Protector. Blessed or cursed, there is a Charge- a mission beyond worlds to another where light and darkness remain at war. Aiasthlyn does not want it, the power, the glory. He has never wanted for anything other than peace. That is, until he is chosen by a sharp-toothed, gloriously perfect man who worships him before he even truly knows him and makes him want everything.

Nathan Ellis is 21 years old. He works night shifts at the same Garage he's been at for 3 years. He rides a motorbike, Drinks beer and has a hard time not acting on impulse. Hes been Dating Elizabeth for the past 7 months, though, the feelings she was supposed to give him, he just didn't Get. Bentley Maddon is 19 years old. Elizabeth's brother and a true artist behind the keys of a piano. He has a sever need for order, cleanliness and control. Something changed that night, the night Nathan heard Bentleys music, a subtle, yet intense, connection started to form, will the boys follow there impulses and see where things lead, or will they maintain their carefully curated control and keep their distance? Only time will tell. DISCLAIMER: This book contains mature themes. Language/ Sex/ Violence/ Homophobia. Word count: 67,222.

They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.