Yuno, a painter and delivery guy, lives his life like a dish served without toppings. No flavors, no attachments, just bare survival. Though selfless and determined to stand on his own, Yuno's solitude is a paradox: he pushes away help yet silently craves connection. But when Cid, a sexually frustrated swimmer, offers him financial support in exchange for an unconventional deal, Yuno is forced to reconsider the simple life he's chosen.

Juariz Bachelors #1 [BXB] [MPREG] STATUS: COMPLETED Si Austine Villaluz ay isang fresh graduate sa kursong general education. He loves kids and would certainly do everything to have one as his own ngunit ang problema eh hindi niya kayang kumain ng tahong. Sa puso niya isa siyang reyna ng mga unicorn at mamatay sa ngalan ng bahaghari. Sa di inaasahang pangyayari siya ay naging instant mommy sa isang kyut na chikiting na nasagip niya mula sa mga goons na humahabol dito. Makakaya kaya niyang maging motherhood sa isang bulilit? Paano kong isang araw kumatok sa pinto niya ang ubod ng gwapong lawyer at magpakilala bilang tatay ng bata? Makakaya kaya nilang malayo sa isa't-isa? Book cover made by: @IThinkJaimenlove/ Jaime Kawit

Somersault Boys Series #1 Might not. Probably won't. Maybe never. Unlikely. Doubtful. Despite being everything he could have been, Elize constantly settled in the dark, lurking with the impossibles and uncertainties. He believed that he would grow up and take the path of life in a single route with one straight line; no turns, no shortcuts. Perhaps it was because his one and only flesh and blood prompted him to think that if he didn't act like how he was made and how he was supposed to be, he would never reach the light at the end of the tunnel, or never reach his dreams, never be accepted, never be treated seriously...never be loved. The word "Always" was never in Elize's vocabulary-an exception with always doubting, always trying, always...just dreaming. But never the good kind of "Always". Then he tasted it, the bittersweet sensation in his tongue when his mother left him to work abroad. Elize then started to thrive, meet new friends, socialize, be a human...fall in love. For the first time, Elize felt free, felt genuine, felt...guilty? Guilty...was it because he felt glad his mother left, or because he met someone that made him start to feel the Always' in his Nevers? Regardless, he dedicated his whole life in chasing that assurance in his world of doubts, and he simply could not back out now. But when good things come to an end, the choice is yours if you want to let it go, or fight for it. If you choose the latter, make sure to draw blood and fight until you're dead. Just like Elize did.

In a world where love demands both courage and surrender, will they find the harmony to turn two broken songs into one?

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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?"