Keagan is the definition of bad boy. College man with a body that could make even God moan and an attitude to put the devil to shame. Between classes and drinking parties , sex and boys, Keagan had it all. Until Jamison. Small, skinny , anti-social. Will he be able to tame the sex god or be eaten alive?

This novel explores themes of age regression, a coping mechanism and lifestyle choice in which individuals find comfort in returning to a younger, childlike mindset. One of the main characters identifies as a little-someone who enjoys behaviors typically associated with young children, such as using a pacifier, cuddling stuffed animals, and seeking gentle care and emotional safety. Reader discretion is advised, especially for those unfamiliar with or sensitive to age regression dynamics. Thank you for joining me on this journey-I hope you find warmth and understanding in these pages. No One Looks Back In a world where demons walk among men and love is both weapon and salvation, No One Looks Back tells the story of Jema Vale-a fragile yet powerful being, born of an angel and a demon-and Jake, the wild-hearted full demon who would burn down kingdoms just to see Jema smile. After surviving , heartbreak, and betrayal, Jema finally finds peace in the arms of Jake, a chaos-loving fiancée who worships the ground he walks on. Together, they defy possessive parents, rival suitors, and the haunting shadows of the past. Their midnight forest wedding is only the beginning of a passionate journey filled with family feuds, soft kisses, otherworldly politics, and the kind of love that refuses to die. While former lovers fade into distant memories, and enemies build new lives far away, Jema and Jake prove that real love doesn't look back-it moves forward, barefoot, hand-in-hand, toward the stars.

The luxurious penthouse, once a symbol of love and luxury, had become a prison of pain and fear. Valen, a young man in his early twenties, cowered on the floor, his fragile body battered and bruised. His black hair was disheveled, and his brown eyes were filled with tears of pain, fear, and desperation. As Klaus's fists rained down on him, Valen's mind was flooded with memories of happier times. He remembered the way Klaus used to hold him, the way he used to make him feel loved and cherished. But those memories were distant now, overshadowed by the pain and the fear. Valen's voice was barely audible as he begged, "Klaus, please... stop. It hurts." But Klaus just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound that sent shivers down Valen's spine. The laughter was a cruel reminder that Valen was completely at Klaus's mercy. As the beating continued, Valen felt his spirit breaking. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of pain and fear, with no lifeline in sight. He thought of all the times he had tried to leave, all the times he had tried to escape. But Klaus had always found him, had always dragged him back. Valen, the boy who was struggling to get away from his boyfriend, stopped and just let him continue until he would stop. He knew it wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last. Struggling just made it more painful, a harsh reality Valen had learned to accept.

I thank God I'm not suicidal, even though there are times when I wonder if it would have been better if I had never existed at all-if I had never been born, never created. Book cover is not mine It's a picture I got from Google

He doesn't knock. He never does. He slips in like smoke under the door, through the cracks in my resolve, into the hollow spaces I pretend don't exist. I could swear I locked everything-my mind, my body, my will-but he finds a way, every time. Asmodeus. He isn't always a man. Sometimes he's a breath of warm air in the pit of my loneliness, a pulse in my wrist I can't control, a whisper in my ear when the world is too quiet. But when he chooses flesh-oh, he wears it well. He smells like everything I crave: danger, comfort, heat. His voice curls around my ribs and squeezes until I forget how to breathe without him. "I missed you," he says, though he never really leaves. "Did you miss me too?" I hate him. I love him. The first time we touched, I thought I had found salvation. His kiss was fire and stillness at once-like falling and flying all together. I remember thinking, this is it-this is what it means to feel alive. But it was never life he gave me. It was a borrowed high. A lie wrapped in pleasure. He takes, and takes, and takes. And still, I beg for more. Every time I try to leave, he waits. Patient. Sweet. Like he knows I'll come crawling back-bloody knees, hollow eyes, empty promises. And when I do, he smiles like he's proud of me. Like I've finally come home. They call him many things-addiction, craving, sickness, sin. But I know his name. Asmodeus. My lover. My curse. My god.

I sit amidst the dingy shadows, enveloped by the stench of neglect. A week - or is it an eternity? - has passed since Declan's departure, leaving me shackled to this wretched existence. The darkness seems to suffocate me, an unrelenting shroud that wraps around my soul. My mind reels with the weight of my conscience, the crushing burden of what-ifs. If only I had listened, if only I had been wiser, if only... The torment of my thoughts rivals the agony etched on my body. Each bruise tells a story of regret, every wound a testament to my folly. Time lost all meaning in this bleak confinement. Days blend into nights, hours dissolve into an endless expanse of nothingness. I've lost count of the moments I've spent wallowing in self-loathing, my heart heavy with the weight of sorrow. My eyes, once bright and full of life, now hang limp, swollen from the deluge of tears. The Sahara desert would envy the ocean I've cried, yet the ache within me remains unquenched. The radiance that once defined me has faded, extinguished by the crushing blow of my own mistakes. In this desolate room, I'm forced to confront the shadows of my past. The silence is deafening, punctuated only by the haunting whispers of my conscience. Madness creeps in, its icy tendrils snaking through my mind, threatening to consume me whole. My reflection would be unrecognizable to those who once knew me. Sunken cheeks, hollow eyes, and skin stretched taut over brittle bones. My body, once strong and resilient, now trembles with each faint heartbeat. The frailty of my form mirrors the fragility of my spirit.

As Rick dragged Liam into the mansion, he didn't care that Liam was pregnant and struggling to keep up. He was determined to follow Martha's orders, no matter the cost. As they entered the living room, Rick pushed Liam with all his might, sending him tumbling to the floor. Liam's belly began to ache, and he felt a wave of fear wash over him. On the stairs, Martha stood, her eyes fixed on Liam with a malevolent glare. "Look who we have here," she sneered, her voice dripping with malice. Liam looked up at her, his heart racing with terror. He knew that he was in grave danger, and that Martha would stop at nothing to destroy

Seriously? Are you really planning to run after reaching my home?" Drake's voice cut through the silence, warm and amused, and Alessia froze in his tracks. He turned slowly, his cheeks burning with embarrassment, to see Drake leaning casually against the front door, his arms crossed and a playful smirk on his face. Drake looked effortlessly handsome, as always, his tall frame silhouetted against the soft glow of the porch light. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and dark jeans, the casual outfit somehow making him look even more striking. His piercing eyes locked onto Alessia's, and the smaller boy felt his breath catch in his throat. "I-I wasn't running," Alessia stammered, his voice trembling. He quickly looked down at his shoes, unable to meet Drake's gaze. "I just... I thought maybe this was a bad idea. I didn't know if your parents were home, and I didn't want to intrude, and-"

Thank you for choosing to read my story "When Li Rui is given a rare day of freedom from his oppressive life, he never expects it to change his fate forever. But a chance encounter with Wei Tao leads to a night that awakens desires and emotions Li Rui never knew he had.

*Trigger Warning* This novel contains graphic and disturbing content, including: - Sexual abuse and exploitation - Physical violence and abuse - Strong language and profanity - Depictions of depression, anxiety, and mental health struggles - Scenes of enslavement, coercion, and manipulation Drake, a former operative, is hired to capture Kian, a notorious criminal. However, during the mission, Drake discovers Hiro, Kian's captive "pet." As Drake learns more about Hiro's tragic past and his unconditional love, he begins to question his mission.