"You know what's funny?" His voice dropped, low and slow, like a confession he never meant to make. "I have been hating Klaus for years. Years. He breathed the air that my Serah couldn't. Thought if I could just hurt him back, it'd make everything even." Gwen's eyes shifted, "And?" Henric's smirk faded. His hand trailed down, fingers skimming the inside of her wrist. "And then I met you." Her pulse spiked. The air between them changed, something deep and unspoken twisting into something else. Henric leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her cheek. "I was gonna steal you from him," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "Just to see the motherfucker break." Gwen's breath hitched. Henric's fingers slid up, tracing her jaw, tilting her face toward his. "But then you went and ruined it, didn't you?" he murmured. "Made me actually want you." Her lips parted, but she didn't pull away. "I hated red dresses ever since my Serah died in that very colour. It reminded me of her... but then when you wore it and descended those steps... God!... For the first time, red didn't feel like grief. It didn't feel like loss. It felt like... YOU. Like temptation wrapped in silk. Like something I should stay away from but couldn't. I tried to look away, Gwen. I swear I did. But you-" He exhaled sharply, his fingers curling into fists. "You ruined it for me. Ruined the colour, ruined my damn resolve. And now, I can't decide if I want to tear that dress off you or beg you never to wear it again." His eyes burned into hers, raw and dark. "Tell me, Gwen... what the hell am I supposed to do now?"

"Alex, fuck... please, I'm begging you. Just one touch, one kiss. I'll do anything, just don't push me away. I'm begging you, Alex. Please, don't deny me this. I need you, I need you so badly." The once-feared and revered secretary, Ryan, now knelt before Alex, his eyes bleary from booze, his voice slurred as he begged for a kiss. The man who had long been the gatekeeper of Alex's father's inner circle, the one who had commanded respect and inspired intimidation, had reduced himself to a pitiful, drunken mess, surrendering all his power and pride for just one touch from Alex. Tags ☞ #anger #angst #gaymarriage #betrayal #bisexual #bl #boyxboy #bxb #comingofage #comingout #darkromance #desperation #enemiestolovers #forced #gay #gaysex #inthecloset #jealousy #lgbt #lossofvirginity #mafia #morallyambiguouscharacters #obsession #onesidedlove #posessive

In the wake of his wife's return from the dead, Andrew finds himself torn between two loves-Lauren, the woman he swore would be his future, and Norma, the wife he once lost. Caught in the middle of a love triangle that he never anticipated, Andrew is forced to confront his deepest emotions, questioning everything he thought he knew about love, loyalty, and the promises he made. As his heart is pulled in two directions, Lauren is left to face the painful reality of his indecision, all while her world crumbles around her. Will Andrew choose the life he built with Lauren, or will he follow the pull of a past he can't escape?

When 19-year-old Nathalia witnesses a murder she becomes the key witness in a huge case against several high-ranking mob members, which means she must go into the witness protection program. To protect her she gets assigned a bodyguard, the mysterious but handsome Darius. He's cold and distant, but she can't help but feel like there's more to him than meets the eye. The question is: will he allow her to get close enough to find out what it is? Previously known as 'My Bodyguard And I' and in editing. Reached #2 in New Adult Reached #3 in Teen Fiction Reached #4 in Romance

His voice drops to a whisper, hot against my ear. "You're mine. No one else's." The words hit like a punch to the gut. I freeze for a moment, feeling the weight of them settle in the air between us. "No one will touch you like I will touch you. No one will look at you the way I do," he continues, his breath warm against my skin. "Because, princess, you are mine. And only mine." I pull back, the heat on my face rising as my body bristles with anger. "Excuse me?" I snarl, meeting his eyes with a fierce glare. "I'm no one's," I spit out, every word dripping with defiance. Luca chuckles, that dark, dangerous laugh that sends a chill straight down my spine. "That's where you're wrong, princess," he murmurs, leaning in close. His breath brushes against my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. "If I have to carve my name into your skin for the whole world to see..." He pauses, watching my reaction, a dark glint in his eyes. "I will." ------------- My name is Ezra Ferrari, I'm the heir to the Northern Italian Mafia. I was born a killer. I was born a monster I was born to take out the Southern Italian mafia. Aka The Vincenzo's. Follow me on a wild ride of love, lust and most importantly betrayal.

Aleska lives in the cruel part of the world as she had to earn her place around. She was kidnapped at the age of 2. Starting at the age of 8 Aleska started training and later in life became an unstoppable assassin called the death-wing. She remebers her life being in the orphan and getting adopted every time, some houses were better then others. But what happens when her long lost family finds and she finds out the truth about how she ended up here. Secrets will be revealed and relationships and friendships started. But what happens when she meets someone and he changed her life around. --------- Warning: My English isn't that good so I don't mind if people would like to correct somethings. I try and update every few days. SA Abuse Violence Self harm smut

Luciana Roman was blamed for her mother's death at the age of four by her family. She was called a murderer until she was shipped onto a plane for New York. One day she decided she would be what her family thinks she is. She is the mysterious killer of New York. Unnoticed until she stole alcohol from a liquor store and ends up at the police station. Her father is called. Will he still hate her after twelve years? Or will they put their differences aside? NOT EDITED.

Annabella has had a rough life. From surviving brutal beatings from her so called 'parents' to becoming a well known person on the streets. Oh. And she was kidnapped when she was a newborn. Fast forward 16 years and she is tired of the abuse. She calls up one of her friends and moves to Italy. What happens when she runs into the school bad boys? Or when they turn out to be her brothers? Follow Anna on her journey that will have ups and downs but that's family for you. Will everything she tried to keep in the shadows bring her family closer together or tear them apart? cover by @mebarrioss 𒊹︎Started:June 1,2020 𒊹︎Completed:June 25, 2021

Rava Weston is the definition of the ideal son. He follows the rules, smiles when he should, and never causes trouble. His future is laid out-while he has just enough space to secretly chase his own quiet dreams of becoming a teacher, so long as he plays the role his parents expect. But when he's forced to attend a family summit back in Italy, everything starts to unravel. Because Gio Fontana will be there. Gio is reckless, magnetic, too rich for his own good. He's got cops who know him by name, and NOT because they're friends. His motorcycle is his greatest love, and rules don't seem to apply to him. He has a reputation that makes fathers lock their doors. Especially Rava's father. Rava and Gio, never gotten along as kids. But this time, the tension feels different. Darker. Hungrier. And as the days stretch on, Rava's perfectly safe world starts to slip through his fingers, because what's building between him and Gio isn't just dangerous. It's forbidden. And it might be the first real thing Rava's ever felt. 🥇 #1 - gay 🥇 #1 - enemiestolovers 🥇 #1 - forbiddenlove 🥇 #1 - bxb 🥇 #1 - bl 🥇 #1 - bxblove 🥇 #1 - boyxboy 🥇 #1 - biker 🥇 #1 - Italy 🥇 #1 - denial 🥇 #1 - angst 🥇 #1 - gaylove 🥇 #1 - gayfiction 🥇 #1 - fluffy 🥇 #1 - mxm 🥇 #1 - bisexual 🥇 #1 - gaycouple 🥇 #1 - love 🥇 #1 - mlm 🥇 #1 - obsession 🥇 #1 - slowburn 🥇 #1 - queer