Vanilla, a lone werewolf with an unnaturally strong scent, belongs to the powerful vampire clan that rules the city. By day he can roam freely, work and live as he likes, but when night falls, he serves the vampires and their needs, whatever those needs may be. They adore him, treasure him, and hate to share him with anyone else. Vanilla doesn't mind it, they provide him security, protection, and care. But what happens when a pack moves in close by, one with a new Alpha that fears no vampire, and is looking for a mate to complete his pack? Vanilla finds himself struggling with choosing what he wants in life; who he wants to live with, who he wants to keep as a lover, and what is best for him and his werewolf nature. Amidst his struggle, someone lets slip that he's not exactly an ordinary werewolf, which only adds to the further-tangling mess he finds himself in. Who can he trust? Which side does he pick? What if he were to pick neither? A polished/edited version of this book is currently being written and will be available to purchase in the Kindle store. If you enjoyed this version of the book, please consider buying, it would be a great help! I will post an announcement on my profile when the new version is ready <3 *** FYI, someone has taken this story, translated it into Spanish, and posted it as their own work. They changed the title to Al Salir La Luna. The user was once Soy_Beto and then A_Piper, but I haven't found their newest account if they've made one. Please help me by reporting the story and helping other authors be aware of this guy and other people who steal stories under the guise of translating them. It's incredibly frustrating and enraging to know that people will just copy paste a story that I put time and effort into plotting and writing. I know Wattpad is free to read but stealing stories under All Rights Reserved copyright is still theft.

Book 1 He was cast to the edges of his clan. His father could not stand to even look at him. His baby sister probably didn't even know he was her brother... All because he, unlike all other vampire (The correct terminology will be Wanpyrkos; van-peer-coe-s) kind, was born blind. And what do all creatures do to those that are different, those that do not fit society, those that they think should not have been born to this civilized society...? [Book Cover Made by the wonderful THEMIDNIGHTECLIPSE13] - thank you! I'm only introducing the perspective of the main character for the first part. Things change drastically soon after that. [BDSM entries are clearly marked and written so they can be skipped without affecting the story] ***A couple scenes to whet your palate*** 1. "Uh, we heal from pretty much everything and anything. Have you ever tried physically damaging your eyes to see if they would fully heal?" "N-no. No, it doesn't work," I forced out, my voice a little strangled and cracking before hardening. "And stuff like that, isn't that just wrong?! Hurting someone just to 'fix' them." 2. I leaned and he met me, our soft lips touching and moving perfectly on each other's. I felt as his tongue ran the slit of my lips, my tongue coming to graze it as it passed over, knowing doing so was like catnip to him. He leaned closer, and I shivered as his hands ran from low on my hips and grazed along and up my ribs, pulling my chest closer to his so my body arched and rubbed against him. I hummed in appreciation. [warning: so far aggressive or physical bullying and maybe a little kidnappage and sexual themes as well as possible trigger warnings]

Alex Mikhailov thought last night was supposed to be simple. A drink, an interview, maybe a few sharp words exchanged with Roman Carter, the arrogant, untouchable boxer he was assigned to write about. But instead- Warm breath ghosted over his ear, followed by a low, husky voice. "There's still condoms," Roe murmured, his fingers trailing lower, teasing. Slow. Purposeful. "How about another round?" Alex sucked in a sharp breath, his body already betraying him, heat pooling in his core. His mind scrambled for a distraction. Something. Anything. "Don't you have a match today-" His voice hitched, breaking into a soft moan as Roe's pace quickened, his lips tracing the curve of Alex's jaw, his cheek, his neck. More kisses. More heat. Alex's fingers curled into a fist, a shaky gasp slipping past his lips. "Yo... slow down-" But Roe didn't. Alex's breath hitched-then broke into a loud, helpless cry. His fingers trembled on the desk, his entire body shuddering as heat crashed over him in waves, leaving him trembling and weak. His chest rose and fell in ragged, uneven breaths, his mind drowning in the overwhelming sensation. The man behind him chuckled, low and satisfied. His teeth grazed the shell of Alex's ear before he bit down-not hard, but just enough to make him shudder. "That's right," Roe murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "Scream for me." ... A journalist set out to interview a boxer-but instead, he woke up tangled in his sheets. But what if there was something more beneath this blazing romance? something deeper, something neither of them was ready to face? ... WARNING⚠️ -Mentions of murder, drugs, and illegal activities. -Intense sexual content IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. Best rankings : #2 in #bl #12 in #sexscenes #2 in #gayaf #6 in #eroticromance #3 in #gayromance

Touch-starved detective meets an unhinged crime lord who has decided he belongs in his bed now instead of a courtroom. Hunter Stenlund doesn't ask. He takes. Crime lord. Untouchable. Dangerous enough to break everything. Kade spent six months investigating him. Hunter spent sixty seconds pulling him apart. And now he won't let him go. "You belong to me now." Blackmail. Control. Obsession. Kade should fight. He should run. He should kill him. The closer Kade gets, the more dangerous it becomes to want him- -Because the one man he's supposed to take down... ...might be the one he can't resist. Two dominant men. Possessive obsession. Power vs power. No one submits without a cost. If it feels wrong, you are in the right place. You'll want to see how far this goes. Follow and Stayed Tuned for the rest of The Black Empire Series.

"Marry me." He said it like he was ordering coffee. Calm and fucking certain. "Like hell I will, bastard." "Let me rephrase, Mr. Lantsov." His eyes sharp enough to draw blood. "If you want Project Athena, you will marry me." "Wh-what?" My laugh cracked somewhere between disbelief and panic. "Have you lost your mind!" He took a step closer, slow, deliberate. "It's a business arrangement. You're good at faking, aren't you?" I scoffed. "Faking? You-you'll be the one faking shit. You're as straight as the rod you keep up your ass!" His smile didn't reach his eyes. "That's my issue, not yours." "And-" My throat went drier, "what's mine?" "Saying yes before I decide you no longer have a choice." ------- CHECKMATE CHRONICLES (The Art of Deception) Two corporations. Two kings. One throne no one's willing to share. Asael Lantsov is fire - reckless, untamed, impossible to cage. Isaac Warren is ice - controlled, calculating, deadly when provoked. A reckless heir who treats chaos like oxygen. A control freak who counts every molecule of it. They were meant to compete, not collide. But when the world's most expensive tech project - Project Athena - forces their companies into a joint venture, rivalry turns into a war behind polished smiles and billion-dollar contracts. And the final move? A legal marriage binding their corporations and maybe their lives for two years. Enemies by history. Lovers by law. Bound by a contract neither can escape. In a game where every secret could cost the world its freedom, love isn't the endgame - it's the most dangerous weapon of all. When fire meets ice, chaos reigns. And in their world, checkmate isn't just the end- it's the beginning.

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?"

-Temporary Hiatus- Just another Villain x Hero story. Bleedingshade, Just a regular Villain, Heartless and a monster. . . Or so says the media. Maybe Corbin, Isn't as cruel as the media makes his Villain self out to be. Maybe a hero will capture his heart with just a few words. . . Maybe he has been made this way by said media, Maybe, Just maybe a Hero (Or three) can rescue someone who doesn't even know he needs to be rescued. Oh and there's another Villain because. . . Yeah I have no other reason other then it's fun to write them. !Warnings! This story contains: Gay: Because it makes things better, And I wanted to that's why, Homophobia is not welcome here. Polyamory: More then one partner all together in a relationship, Leave if ya don't like this. Swears: Cause why the fuck not?. Slight depressive themes: The main character has been through a lot. . .If you don't think you can handle this you might not want to read. That's all I can think of, If something else comes up I will put a warning before it.

Older Russian Rival vs Volkov heir

Calista's tormented past and Nyx's vengeance. Escaping from their dark past, Nyx and her brother, Nox, became Rogues in search of answers and freedom. Violence and years of trauma hardened them, while secrets and promises bonded them. What will happen when they cross paths with the pack known for destroying Rogues and conquering the weak? Will the mate bond twist their plans or lead them further down the path of darkness? Is there any salvation for the damned? Only the Moon Goddess knows... - "What is your name? Why is your wolf black?" "It's...not...important." Three more. My head began to lull forward as my neck could no longer hold the weight. He walked around with thundering footsteps and grabbed my head by my wet curls. He pulled my head back until he could see my face, taunting me with a dark smile and eyes full of delight. "Why don't you carry a scent? Who are you?" I gave him a bloody smile as my eyes started to close, darkness singing its siren song beneath the ringing in my ears. "I thought...you'd...never ask," I panted out weakly as I let Enyo penetrate the room with our scent. "I'm...your...mate," I added before passing out, welcoming the darkness like an old, missed friend. - Most impressive ranking: #1 in werewolf, #4 in Lycan, #1 in Slow, #4 in Gory Notes from the Author: If you are looking for a story that leans more on slow-burning, plot-building themes with multiple moving forces that are not solely centered around the straightforward mate bond romance, then start reading! **Strong language and vivid imagery are scattered throughout**

Mark was the definition of ordinary. He was content with his quiet life, his simple desk job, and the comfort of blending into the background of a bustling city. He never wanted to be noticed. But beauty can become a curse when it catches the eye of a predator.. One look was all it took for Daniel Rousseau to decide that Mark was meant to be his wife. His possession. In a single night, Mark's world is ruined. Dragged into a high-floor gilded cage overlooking the city, he is forced to adapt to a life filled with dark obsession, intense possessiveness, and a man who rules with absolute control. For six months, Mark fights tooth and nail, refusing to let his spirit break beneath Daniel's crushing grip. But soon, he finds another man even more broken than himself a man who has completely lost hope. Now, Mark decides to set him free from this bloody cage. How far will he go to buy his freedom? And when you pretend to give in to the madness, how do you stop yourself from actually falling into it?