In the savage arctic north, Areow, the infamous Cobra, is the most feared werewolf hunter alive. Sent to assassinate Alpha Titus Viotto, the ruthless leader of the powerful Tunoak pack, he expects a clean kill and a hefty payday. Instead, he's captured and thrown into a nightmare of blood, torture, and impossible temptation. Bound by an ancient and unforgiving mate bond to the very Alpha he came to murder, Areow finds himself torn between the life he's always known and a dangerous, all-consuming connection he cannot deny. As old enemies rise and war threatens to consume the north, the hunter and the beast must decide whether to destroy each other... or fight side by side. In a world of brutal vengeance, shifting loyalties, and primal desire, love may be the most lethal weapon of all. Hunted- where the hunter becomes the hunted, and love becomes the deadliest trap of them all. Began writing: January 27, 2024 Ended writing:

"I'm going to breed you Elio. I'll fill you up with my cum over and over again, until it's dripping down your thighs and even then...i won't stop." Lucien Hale has been searching for his mate since he came of age. At twenty four he has a year left to find his mate before he's forced to marry to continue the Alpha's bloodline. Elio Bennett spends his days working at a bookstore and his nights working on his novel. All he wants to do is write. His whole life is turned upside down when he meet his mate who just so happens to be a man.

Sunny has a unique power, one that got him thrown in prison when he was only a child. Now, after years spent in isolation, he's escaped and become one of the city's most feared villains. Working under Monarch, a villain organization rapidly becoming the greatest threat Solace International has seen since the fall of the first hero society, isn't too bad. As long as he ignores the general constant death and fear, the day job and peaceful life Sunny built make his night obligations worth it. Unfortunately, Monarch's recent actions have drawn the attention of Solace's top heroes. One of which being: Clover. Solace's golden boy hero is charming, beloved, impossibly lucky, and far too interested in Sunny for his liking. No big deal, though. Not like any of that affects him. Sunny's there to clock in and clock out, the end. That is, until something entirely foreign gets involved: Touch. [] [] [] [STANDALONE sequel/spinoff that takes place after the events of ZERO. You do not need to read ZERO to read this] [WARNINGS: death. Like a lot of death and some gore, also smut]

At twenty-one, Silas Blackwood has everything going for him. A rising name, a tattoo studio in Las Vegas, a face people don't forget, and enough ego to carry all of it just fine. Then Victor Acosta arrives and ruins his pride, and eventually, his whole mental stability. Victor is the artist from Spain who walks into the biggest tattoo competition of the year, steals first place, and somehow ends up working in Silas's studio right after. He is quiet, rude, terrifyingly talented, and weirdly impossible to ignore. Which would already be bad enough. But Silas has bigger problems. For three years, he's been talking to a stranger online. Trusting him with things he's never said out loud, and missing him when he disappears. That stranger was Victor. Silas doesn't know that yet. And before he can even process the rivalry, the obsession, or why Victor feels so familiar, he finds out there are two Acosta brothers in Vegas. Twins. And he's already dating one of them. 🥇#1 - slowburn 🥇#1 - switch

𝐌𝐱𝐌𝐱𝐌 A grieving single dad, homeless with his young son, just trying to find his way through the world he feels forgotten by. Never could he have imagined finding a home, love, and security again from two married men. What could go right?

Adriano Vale lives in a world where emotions are a weakness. Raised by a secret organization and trained to kill, he survives by staying detached-never touching, never wanting, never feeling. His life is orderly, cold, and empty, exactly the way it was designed to be. Renato Silvani lives quietly. Mute since birth, he communicates through gestures and handwritten words, juggling college and part-time jobs while carrying an unnamed heaviness in his chest. He believes in kindness, even when life gives him very little reason to. They meet by accident. Adriano treats Renato with indifference, even cruelty, but fate keeps crossing their paths. Small encounters turn into something harder to ignore. Slowly, against his own will, Adriano begins to understand Renato-not through words, but through silence. Yet some people are never meant to love. As secrets from the past surface and unseen forces begin to move, Adriano is forced to confront what he truly is-and whether someone like him has the right to want someone so pure. Because in a world built on blood and grief, loving the wrong person can be fatal.

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

"Ensure they cannot touch what belongs to me again," he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative. Dante nodded, taking a step back and bowing his head. "Yes, Alpha King." The gravity of the situation hit me like a ton of bricks-they were talking about my friends. A wave of panic washed over me as I realized my little drama to piss him off had put them in danger. Now, I had to act fast to prevent disaster. I couldn't let my recklessness hurt the people I care about. I tugged on Alarico's coat sleeve, and he turned to face me. Our eyes locked, and for the first time, I felt genuine fear. My voice barely above a whisper, I said, "No." Alarico's gaze narrowed, and he raised an eyebrow, as if granting me permission to speak. I swallowed hard and tried to find my voice. "D-Don't hurt them." My words were laced with desperation, and Alarico's expression softened slightly. He tilted my face toward his beta and said, "Order them." I hesitated, unsure of what he meant. Was he testing me? But Alarico's gaze remained steady, his voice low and commanding. "Say it," he urged. With tears welling up in my eyes, I spoke, my voice shaking with rage and fear. "I, Mario Cassano, order you to revoke your alpha's previous order and not to lay a finger on my friends." The words felt like acid on my tongue, but I knew I had to protect my friends. As I finished speaking, Alarico's men dropped to their knees, their heads bowed in unison. I stumbled backward, startled by their sudden action. "Your wish is our command, Queen Luna," they chanted in perfect harmony. The title "𝗤𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗟𝘂𝗻𝗮" sent shivers down my spine. What did it mean? And why did Alarico's men respond to me with such reverence? I looked up at 𝗵𝗶𝗺, searching for answers, but his expression remained enigmatic.

A freshman tennis player with a girlfriend . A hockey player who won't let him go. What starts as obsession turns into something far darker... and far more irresistible than I ever expected.