"you want to get fucked again, huh, baby boy?"

Best friends...to lovers...maybe? A gangster love story

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬' 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭, 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚' 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. STARTED: NOV 25TH, 2024. ENDED: ????

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

❝Three dragons and their naughty little pet.❞ There's a rule in piracy - never fuck with the Dragons because they burn you alive. Literally. I'm not a fan of following rules, especially when the Dragons' hoarding obsession makes them the wealthiest patrons. I shouldn't be surprised when I'm kidnapped by the dragons upon failing to fulfil my end of an important deal. As if my luck couldn't be more of a bitch to me, I get kidnapped by none other than the three Dragons from one of the most powerful clans in the Arctic- Radrox, Ivret and Zorge. Now that they have me, I must pay for my failed deal in cash or kind. But that's not what they seem to be interested in, especially with the dwindling population of dragon ladies and their dangerous obsession with me. Those three dragons are definitely going to burn me but with a different kind of fire. ~ It can be read as a stand-alone book. Themes: slow burn, some BDSM, smut (loads of it), dirty talking, knotting, breeding, reverse harem, romance, kink exploration, action, world-building and a purely character-driven plot with wholesome and humorous moments :) What's not in the book? - Grape. Even though there's a power imbalance between the FL and the MLs, whatever happens between them and her involves consent. No cheating. The MLs don't do each other in this book. ~ COMPLETE NEXT BOOK - A Plaything for the Dragons PREQUEL OF THIS BOOK - Her Alpha Mates

BOOK 2 What started as a Sudden Attraction... became something Soulbound. But some bonds come with unexpected twists. ----‐------------------------------------ "You done?" Marcus asked, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. Calm. Unbothered. Andre was pacing the room, one hand running down his face, the other unconsciously resting over his stomach. His fingers pressed in slightly, like he was trying to ground himself. "You don't get it, Marcus. You shouldn't be here. I destroy everything I touch." Marcus sighed and pushed off the wall. He stepped forward, closing the space between them, and cupped Andre's jaw, forcing him to look up. "You done?" he repeated. Andre swallowed hard. "Marcus-" "Nah." Marcus's voice was firm, steady. "You're gonna stand here and tell me all the reasons I should leave. And when you're done, I'm gonna tell you why I'm never going anywhere." Andre stared at him, lips parting, searching for something to say-but nothing came. Marcus smirked, tilting his head. "Now c'mere, lemme rub on you."

The 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. Sometimes loud. Sometimes unbearable. Silence held secrets. Right now. Silence felt... Cold. Heavy-Too heavy. It held a sign. A sign of 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻.

"Whatever this is between us... I'm not here to break it. I'm here to see if I can belong in it-if you'll let me." When Remi and Ash trade New York chaos for Southern calm, they expect a slower pace, a fresh start, and quiet nights in their newly rented Atlanta apartment. But when their car breaks down on a warm night after a spontaneous ice cream run, they meet Théodore - a tattooed, soft-spoken mechanic with low eyes, slow hands, and a charm that rattles the very foundation of their carefully built world. Remi is curious. Ash is cautious. Théodore is everything neither of them expected. As sparks fly and boundaries blur, the three navigate connection, desire, and the quiet ache of what if.

"𝐈𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐀 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭...𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭." •MPREG•

(𝐧.) 𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭; "𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬" "𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮" "𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞" ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ɪɴ ɴᴏʀᴛʜ ᴛᴇxᴀs