The world is not what it should be. Lucian was born of unknown blood and raised to become Rucrea's future king and Guardian of the Realms. Their enemies had long been defeated, and their land had enjoyed peace for nearly twenty-five years. But when a portal pulls him from his time, he is forced to confront a broken world. Old enemies have risen, breathing life into prophecies that should have crumbled to dust. Their schemes rot the lands and unravel the future that Lucian's fathers once fought to protect. Fate cares nothing for timelines. So, Lucian picks up his swords and fights across eras--from the myths of the past to centuries yet to come. But he will not face the darkness alone. Warning: This novel contains mature scenes, including sexual content and violence. ***This is a sequel to A Ghost's Wish. Although this is considered a standalone novel, names and events will be referenced in this novel. I recommend reading A Ghost's Wish before Dragon Lost in Time to enjoy the full experience.***

Cole's life has never been his. For as long as he could remember, his one job in life was to play the role of a copycat. He's had to pretend to be his older brother as soon as his parents realized the two looked very alike to one another despite not being twins. His birth wasn't planned nor wanted so what better way to make use of an unwanted child than to constantly put their life in danger? He swears his parents had the most fucked up logic he's ever heard of but this is his life and it'd continue to be that way until the day one of his brother's assassins finally succeeded in killing him. Well, that's what he thought until he was kidnapped by the Azure Dragon's group and encountered their boss, Eros. Not caring much about who he was, Cole punched him. Yup, he punched one of the largest mafia groups in the U.S.' boss right in the face. But who knew that one punch would, instead of ending his life, change it? --------------- "I have to pee" I said monotonously to the guard in front of me. I could immediately tell he thought that I was hoping to be led to a bathroom so I can find an escape, but I didn't need a bathroom. The bucket would do just fine. And as expected, that's what was given to me. I had relieved myself a few times in the dingy little thing unfortunately but, rather that than piss myself. "You go in there" he said and I looked down at my tied legs. "How am I supposed to pee with my legs tied?" I said and he looked at me confused. "My dick is small" I said holding up my pinky for emphasis and the guy gave me a disgusted look. "Make it quick" he said gruffly after untying my legs and helped me stand up. "Can you turn around?" I asked as I saw the man was just standing there. "No" he said. Whatever, his nose not mine. [Completed. 125k words]

A Dark Mafia Romance The first time Damien Volkov saw him, the world slowed to a whisper. The boy-no, the young man-stood in the street , books clutched to his chest, dark lashes fluttering as he laughed at something his friend said. A softness surrounded him, something untouched by blood or power. I want him. The thought was immediate, absolute. Damien Volkov was a man who didn't ask. He took. The world bent to his will; cities crumbled at his command. He had killed without hesitation, built an empire on the bones of the weak. Love was nothing but a tool, a weakness he had burned out of himself long ago. His wife, his mistresses, his children-mere obligations. But Luca Ivanov? Luca, with his bright, intelligent eyes and that shy, hesitant smile? Luca, who had no place in Damien's world of blood and brutality? but would He would belong to him.? ---

One mistake lands Aiden in the world's most secure and loathed prison after he unintentionally murders a wealthy, well-connected wife-beater. Located in an isolated island far away from civilization, this prison is befittingly known as "The Prison from Hell" with a hierarchy and a "king" of its own. It is a prison unlike any other where the inmates rule and the guards stand by idly, and where brute force and influence are the ultimate weapons, the keys to survival. Aiden's horrified at how easy it is to be cornered and raped, and grows ever wary when the infamous gang leader and prison 'King', Schneizel Cross, whose got even the prison guards wrapped around his finger, takes a liking to him and openly confesses to desiring Aiden as his new 'bitch'. And he isn't the only one. Almost everyone in the prison are intrigued by the fiery, outspoken, new inmate. Desperate for protection from Schneizel's relentless advances, whom he has to share a tiny cell with, what can Aiden do to keep himself from getting killed -or worse- in The Prison from Hell, where even your own shadow abandons you in the dark? Copyright © 2026 | All Rights Reserved

(THIS IS A MAFIA STORY) Onyx Smit was living with his uncle until he royally messed up. Forced to be placed in the care of his real father, he was shipped off to a boarding school; a well known school known for the students from elite families. Due to personal problems Onyx knew he had to lay low, but when he ends up having to room with the king of the school, who's actions are unpredictable, things don't go as planned. (BXB STORY)(WILL BE SMUT AFTER CH 22)

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"

Knox has spent years perfecting the art of not giving a damn. He has spent his whole life keeping people at arm's length, working late shifts, smoking through the exhaustion, and surviving each day with the numb detachment of someone who learned too young that caring only leads to pain. The art club he joins for extra credit is supposed to be just another chore. Instead, he founds a new obsession and four artist that, turns out, aren't as bad as he thought. Knox doesn't want redemption. He doesn't believe in healing arcs or clean endings. But as the weight of his past presses closer, and the present demands choices he can no longer postpone, he's forced to confront a question he has never allowed himself to ask: What happens when running is no longer enough?

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?

Ezra has always kept his head down. With a voice that falters and a past that bruises quietly, he's learned that silence is safer than being seen. Until Lucien Voss sees him. Lucien doesn't believe in accidents. He doesn't believe in mercy, or kindness, or fate. But he believes in control-and Ezra's silence feels like something he needs to own. People say Lucien is cruel. Dangerous. A Voss never touches what he doesn't plan to break. But this time... he touches Ezra. "You're quiet because you're scared. "But I hear you just fine, Ezra. And that's what makes this fun." What begins as curiosity turns into obsession. And Lucien? He doesn't know how to love without breaking everything in his path. TUNE IN TO KNOW THEIR STORY 🩵

Once, Aurish was a land of unmatched beauty and prosperity, where dragons soared freely and the people lived in harmony with nature. But their arrogance believing themselves divine led to their downfall. The gods sent a plague that turned the infected into savage, soul-eating monsters. The kingdom fell, and the dragons, once revered, disappeared. As the plague spread beyond Aurish, neighboring kingdoms fell one by one each succumbing to the relentless tide of horror. In a desperate bid to survive, the nine kingdoms united to form the Xandorian Empire. Despite their differences, they were bound by a single purpose: to fight the growing darkness. In this new empire, every teenager reaching seventeen is conscripted to fight. Their paths as either warriors, scribes, or dragon riders chosen for them by fate. Amidst the chaos and despair, hope flickered in the heart of the Xandorian Empire, like a candle in the dark, waiting to be ignited by the courage of its people or maybe just a white haired boy. ____________________________________________ ~Any bad comment will be taken down. ~I do not own any of the pictures in this story and got them all from Pinterest. ~This is a BL. A gay novel. As in two men. Jsyk. ~I apologize if the lines are a bit off on your device. I am using an iPhone and i swear it looks ok on mine so just bare with me till I find a solution. ~If you're here thinking it's complete, sorry but it's not. HOWEVER! You can just give it a chance ;) Enjoy and thank you all for your support🌷🌷🌷