10 nights, 10 races, and one chance to uncover the truth. Charles Leclerc is a dedicated police officer on a mission to dismantle an underground street racing ring. As he dives deeper into the world of illegal racing and drugs, Charles finds himself drawn to Max Verstappen, a world-famous Formula One driver who seems out of place among the criminals. But why is Max risking everything to race against criminals in the shadows? With every race, Charles gets closer to finding out Max's secrets. But as his feelings for Max grow, he must decide where his loyalties truly lie: with the law or with a man who could be hiding dangerous truths... -- I don't own any formula one drivers, just this story around them

Caught sweaty-handed... Dylan is mortified when his long-time crush and boss walks in on him masturbating during the middle of the day. It's not like he can chalk up some lame excuse while he's in the middle of coming, not to mention the GQ magazine laid out beside him and his fingers in a place they normally shouldn't be. Mike's been having trouble in the sex department for a while now, but after seeing Dylan jettison his load all over his stomach, he finds he's rock hard. He can't seem to shake the image of him either, his face as he came, his pink cheeks, not only were they cute but maybe a little sexy? Now all he has to do is convince Dylan to help him with his 'not so little' problem. *All characters are over the age of eighteen, HEA guarantee! For Mature readers only.

Ever since the day I sent Max home from work because I thought he was slacking, only to find out he was suffering from a migraine, I've been unable to stay away from him. He's sweet, a little shy, and he's so eager to please. When we're in a meeting together and he fails to tell me he's suffering from yet another migraine and almost passes out from the pain, our whirlwind romance begins. I want to take care of him as badly as I need to take my next breath. But Max is hiding a lot of secrets--dangerous secrets. He's in desperate need of protection. And my obsession with him makes me the perfect man for the job.

Daiki Ito never wanted trouble, but trouble always found him. And this time, it came in the form of Isaac Pavlov-a reckless, obsessive bastard who doesn't understand the word no. Isaac isn't just interested. He's watching, waiting, claiming. There's no escaping someone like him-not when he's already decided that Daiki belongs to him. It's not love. It's not hate. It's something far more dangerous. Obsession. Because once Isaac sinks his teeth in, he never fucking lets go. ------------------- MM dark romance BI / Gay awakening Fighter / Mastermind Enjoy ! <3

"You know what? Everything....every bad thing that is happening to me is because of you and your lack of empathy and consideration. Always doing what you feel like in the moment. Not thinking about the pain you cause the people around you. Always so selfish and immature!" Nyx and Liam are polar opposites. They are princes of neighboring kingdoms and were forced to marry each other to benefit both nations. It was irritation at first sight, but that bloomed into something more, something unexplainable. Their chemistry was undeniable but their personalities mixed like oil and water. In all of royal history, there have never been two kings ruling one nation. At first, it wasn't a competition, but somewhere along the way, it became one. How will Nyx and Liam solve it? Will one come out on top? Will they learn to co-exist? Or will they both come out losing? This is, "The Royal Diaries". Written by @Sherry7888 and @criseada Started: 10/21/23 Finished: 12/03/23

🔞"𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐢"🔞 "𝑰 𝒅𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦-𝑰 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒-𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑰 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑰 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜." _____ Inthorn Thanawanich is a man feared even by monsters. Cold-blooded, untouchable, and worshipped like a god in Bangkok's darkest corners, he doesn't feel... not love, not pity, not mercy. Until the night he sees him-a trembling boy stepping onto the auction stage, clutching a worn bunny plushie like a lifeline. They call him Noi. Eighteen. Soft. Silent. Everything Inthorn isn't. Something about the boy pulls him in. Maybe it's the way he flinches from his gaze. Maybe it's the purity that doesn't belong in a place like this. Or maybe it's because, for the first time in years, Inthorn wants to keep something-not break it. But monsters don't know how to love. Only how to own. And as Inthorn drags Noi into his world of luxury, violence, and obsession, he begins to unravel in ways even he can't understand. Because in a life built on ruin, one innocent boy might be the only thing keeping the beast from burning it all. _____ ✅ Update: Saturday.

Zander Day is like a sunflower, happy and bright no matter what happens. Cain Gallo is like a thorn, sharp and willing to cut anyone that gets in his way. What happens when these two meet? Will Cain's thorns tear this sunflower apart, or will Zander show that sunflowers can grow their own thorns? ⇇ ⇉ I panted as I watched the blood drip from my fingers. There was so much, I never knew that one human body could hold so much blood. My breathing began to pick up as I looked around me, his men were all around me, watching me with shocked expressions. The room began to spin until all I saw was him. His eyes were dark as he stepped toward me, I couldn't move, I felt like I couldn't breathe. Soon he was in front of me, whipping the blood from my mouth. "That was so hot." He said in his rough voice before he brought our lips together in a scorching kiss. Then nothing mattered. It didn't matter that I was covered in blood, that there was a dead body in front of us, that his men were still in the room. The only thing that mattered was getting our bodies as close together as possible. I ran my hands through his hair, soaking it with blood as I pulled him closer to me. He growled low in his throat as he yanked my head back with my hair, "you know better than to tell me where to go, pup." I gulped and looked up at him through my lashes. My heart began to beat faster as I anticipated my punishment. "I'm sorry, Master." This book is MATURE due to violence, sexual activities, and language. Content Warning: Cheating, Stalking, Sexual Abuse, Mention of Rape

It was supposed to be the perfect proposal. Cole Rivers had the ring, the rooftop reservation, and The Weeknd songs queued for post dessert vibes. Three years of love, laughter, and late night ramen with Natalia-all leading to this one moment. But instead of "yes," he got: "Cole, meet my fiancé... Dominic." Not just any Dominic. Dominic Crane. GraveTech CEO. Power-suited perfection. Cole's boss. And apparently... Natalia's upgrade. Cue spiral. Champagne-fueled heartbreak. A blackout night with 18-year-old scotch. One very illegal attempt to hack Dominic's company out of spite. But fate and a brutal corporate shake-up-have other plans. Now Cole is stuck working side-by-side with the man who shattered his relationship... and maybe something else he's not ready to name. Because Dominic? He's infuriating. Arrogant. Cold. Also: stupidly attractive. Unfairly competent. And magnetic in a way that short-circuits every defense Cole thought he had. What starts as sabotage turns into banter. Banter turns into tension. And heat turns into late nights, stolen glances, and lines that don't stay drawn for long. But can Cole really fall for the man who broke him? And if he does... who's the real traitor, Dominic or his own heart? Love was never part of the code. But some bugs don't want to be fixed. --- Top Rankings 🏆 1 - #Secretrelationship (10/09/25) 🏆 1 - #Sci-fi Fantasy (16/09/25) 🏆 1 - #Action-Thriller (23/09/25) 🏆 1 - #Tech (24/10/25) 🏆 1 - #boyxboy (02/11/25) 🏆 1 - #Original (09/11/25)

Book one of three in the Project Trilogy MUST BE READ IN ORDER EMERY GRAY: I'm the friend who likes doing cute things for my friends if I notice they aren't mentally doing well. I enjoy making uplifting cards or beaded bracelets just so they can smile. I do this for holidays, too, because I know the holidays can be hard for some. I never knew my friend group was secretly against me the entire time. After overhearing them laugh at my expense, I'm about to walk away. When I turn, I slam right into a very tall wall of muscle that sends me backward before another hand shoots out and catches my elbow before I fall. When I look up, I see them. The infamous Triple-A. Everyone hates them. They don't trust anyone. They're cruel. Those are all things I've heard but never witnessed. After they drag me away from my supposed group of friends, they offer me a safe place with them. I decline. I declined because my brother would have my head if I accepted. If Ellis found out I befriended the group he hated, I wouldn't know what to do. But a member of Triple-A has noticed me. Alaric Benson. The jokester. The class-clown. The one with the amazing hazel eyes that I start getting lost in. No, I can't befriend Triple-A, but the offer becomes harder to resist when I realize how alone I feel. I befriended them, and they started helping me find out who I am. They aren't cruel like everyone believes. Not unless they have to be. So, where did everyone get this idea? Oh, god, someone help me. I don't know how much longer I can resist Alaric Benson. Falling in love with him is a recipe for disaster! Right? If my brother finds out, I don't know what will happen, but I can't resist him anymore. Screw the damage I'll take from the fallout. It's my life, and I need to remember that.

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, various degrees of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spilling below the 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 a 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 importantly, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.