「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」 ── My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there. ❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞ ── 𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮: I bake bread. I keep my head down. I don't speak. Silence is safer than begging. I learned that with blood in my mouth and my stepbrother's words crawling under my skin. He trades me like a cigarette, lit, used and passed on. People forget me. They walk past and look through. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw me. It started with roses, anonymous. Then came the late night shadows outside the bakery. Now, I feel him before I even hear his voice. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: He smells like flour and fear. And I want both. I call him Little Ghost because he floats through this shitty town like he's not part of it. Mute. Soft. Fragile like glass. I'm gonna crack him open. First time I saw him, I wanted to fuck the sound out of him. Second time, I wanted to ruin his mouth. Now? I just want to keep him shaking and mine. I'm not in love. I'm obsessed. He bakes bread and I break bones. We were never meant to touch. So I'll drag him into my world until he breaks in mine. ──

And in that moment, I realized something that I've always known deep down in my heart. I finally understand why my eyes would always cling to him in a room, why my mood would always lighten up whenever he was around, why my world brightened up when I met him- why the sun shined brighter, trees and grass were greener, flowers smelled better. Why he makes my world more beautiful simply by existing in it. It's because I'm in love with him. The type of love that you never knew existed until you finally experience it yourself, the type of love that's hard to put into words because it's a love you've never had for anyone else. And never will. - JAMISON MACK ... And in which, Jamison Mack drunkly kisses his very much in love bestfriend, Hayden Zhang. Shouldn't be much of a problem, they both agree to forget about it. It was a drunken mistake. Nothing more, nothing less. One problem, neither of them can stop thinking about it. What could go wrong? Or in simpler words, a chaotic bisexual pro basketball player who's in love with his playboy footballer bestfriend. highest rankings #1 - interracialbxb #1 - maybesmut #1 - collegebasketball #2 - collegefootball #2 - interracialbxb #3 - lgbtq #3 - interracialbxb #7 - gayromance #13 - interracialbxb

Neteyam struggles with his sense of self-worth, his rocky relationship with his father, and Ao'nung's less than kind approaches. He seeks out Metcayina men for comfort, gets into fights and loses a bit of his perfect firstborn son facade in the midst of all his struggles, before he finally finds himself again and reconciles with the Metcayina chief's son. × Neteyam scoffed, standing to face the other male. Ao'nung grabbed his wrist, lifting the Omaticaya's arm and revealing the slender hand. "You are different. You're not like your brother. " "We have the same parents," Neteyam replied, keeping his voice low and void of his rising fury. "My brother and I are the same." "No," Ao'nung smirked, disagreeing. "Your brother is more like the sky people than you are. It shows even in the way he behaves." "I told you to leave my family alone-" Neteyam warned, pulling his hand free from Ao'nung's loosened grasp. "Or what?" Ao'nung's smirk never left his face. The Metcayina stepped closer, half expecting Neteyam to take a step back, but the dark blue skinned boy never did.

Deno is unapologetic about how much he loves Tripp. His feelings are loud, obsessive, and impossible to miss, pushing him to extremes just to make Tripp understand that what he feels is real. Tripp refuses to face it. He dismisses Deno's devotion as too much, too intense, convincing himself that whatever exists between them doesn't mean anything at all. When Deno's presence begins to feel distant, something quietly changes. The shift forces Tripp to sit with emotions he's long ignored, revealing that denial can only last so long before the truth demands to be seen.

When Valeria Venezia takes a discreet nanny job in a secluded Italian villa, she doesn't expect the child to belong to Luciano Salvatore - ruthless mafia boss, billionaire kingpin, and a man whose name alone commands fear across Europe. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. Luciano doesn't do relationships. He certainly doesn't do nannies. But Valeria's presence unsettles his carefully controlled world. She's not afraid of his threats. Not swayed by his money. And she's melting the ice around his heart faster than he can rebuild it. But the world Luciano lives in isn't safe - and neither is the obsession brewing between them. She came to care for a child. He plans to make her his. Whether she wants it or not. BOOK ONE OF SALVATORE SERIES.

Daxton Rodriguez has the city under his thumb, everything runs under his supervision, until a new girl in town starts an uproar. Valencia Wolf is everything society disapproves of, she's reckless, rude, aggravating and impulsive. But there is one thing about her that Daxton can understand, she's the heir to the Italian Mafia. When Daniel Wolf hands Daxton a contract he can't walk away from, Valencia is at the center of it and Daxton can't decide if he wants to kill her or fuck her. But business is always first... or it should be. Both are trained liar's Both are talented killer's Both are familiar with betrayal Both are only here because of a contract But something always pushes them closer together, and that's the dangerous thing. One question always comes up with them. Do You Trust Me? What is trust between two Mafia bosses? Is it a knife to the throat or is it how many times you wake up in each other's bed? How can you trust a trained back stabber? How can you love one?

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

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An autistic girl sheltered her whole life gets a taste of danger once she meets a thug named Santiago Perez. ​Santiago "Ghost" Perez set his eyes on Zari one time and has never left her alone since "Checkin' your location, I'm wishin' I was close to you I left my heart on the West End, I can't wait to get home to you"