One lucky lady lives out her fantasy of being a ho-ho-ho for the holidays in this reverse harem holiday romp! Maggie has been dreading her perfect younger sister's gigantic, holiday season wedding. At least her boyfriend Flynn will be a buffer between her and her difficult family. But when she and Flynn break up two weeks before the wedding, Maggie doesn't know what she'll do. Her best friend Cassidy has a fun and sexy solution for finding a stand-in boyfriend: Santa Crawl, the world's biggest Christmas-themed bar crawl. Santa Crawl will be filled with hot, single men that Maggie can meet and potentially invite to be her date. Everyone knows that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone new, and Maggie is looking to get on Santa's naughty list. The only thing is, Maggie doesn't want one hot Santa to stuff her stocking. She wants multiple. Here comes Santa Claus! WARNING: This story contains explicit sexual content, strong language, and mentions of body shaming that may be upsetting to some readers. Reader discretion is advised. *** This story is part of a special collection of YONDER Originals now available on Wattpad! Unlock part-by-part or the full story with Wattpad Coins.

COMPLETED Darryl's a 24-year-old omega, he was set up in an arranged marriage. He hasn't met the alpha whoes supposed to marry him, but he already dislikes him. He dislikes the idea of marrying someone he does not know or love, so he flees. But is it a coincidence or fate that as he ran away he was hit by an alpha's car, which became his friend lash runaway buddy that in the end became something even more? Top 5 #zak 7/10/22 Top 5 #14 7/10/22 Top 1 #zak 7/11/22 Top 4 #14 7/11/22 Top 3 #14 7/16/22 Top 2 #skep 7/16/22 Top 1 #14 7/22/22 Top 5 #badboyhalo 10/10/22 Top 4 #badboyhalo 10/13/22 Top 5 #skep 10/13/22 Top 2 #skeppy 11/11/22 Top 3 #badboyhalo 1/8/23 Top 2 #badboyhalo 1/14/23 Top 1 #skep 3/23/23 Top 2 #skephalo 10/5/2023 Top 1 #skephalo 4/30/2024

Jessi Harper isn't your typical Mafia asset. He's the Italian Mafia's most prized escort-sharp-tongued, untouchable, and always dressed to kill. Fiercely loyal but wild at heart, Jessi plays the game on his own terms. He's used to being wanted, used to being watched... but not like this. Not by him. Derick Marino leads the Mafia like a god-cold, feared, and always in control. He doesn't bend. He doesn't break. And he definitely doesn't get distracted by the Mafia's flirtatious plaything. At least, that's the story he tells himself every time Jessi walks into the room with that maddening smile and a strut that demands attention. He's the king. Jessi's the spark. And their chemistry? A ticking time bomb. Derick says he's straight. Jessi's made a career out of teasing men like him. But what happens when teasing turns into tension that won't go away? When stolen glances become something more? And when the most forbidden thing becomes the one thing neither of them can resist? This isn't just a fling. It's a war between desire and denial-and someone's going to lose control. --- Sneak Peek: My back arched, teeth sinking into the pillow as the sound of skin meeting skin echoed around the candlelit room. I was a mess-sweaty, breathless, wrecked. Exactly how he liked me. Then I felt his hand in my hair, rough and demanding, yanking me back just enough to hear his voice-low, dangerous, and right against my ear. "I'm going to fuck you until every candle in this room burns out." --- Note: This is a BL (Boys' Love) dark romance with a whole lot of tension, complicated feelings, and two men who should know better-but don't stop anyway. Perfect for readers who like their stories messy, magnetic, and just a little bit dangerous.

"I-I never stopped loving you, you know..." I softly croak out, my eyes connected with the floor. "No matter how bad you hurt me, I just can't stop loving you, Michael." "I'm sorry for hurting you, Ariana. I really am. I know there's nothing that I can do to change what I did but I just can't stop loving you either." He inches closer to me. My eyes flutter and I'm still very woozy from chugging down all those mouthfuls of tequila but no amount of alcohol could get me as drunk as I feel when I'm with Michael. "I love you so much, it hurts." I admit while staring into Michael's chocolate brown orbs. He leans in so close to the point where if either of us made a move, we'd be kissing again. "I forgive you, Michael." I state. "For everything, I just want to move on, I just need you to let me love you." ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️- this story does contain smut, mature themes and language, if any of those trigger you, please do not read.

{Bad era} 🥀 How Does it feel Living with the Man you loved to death who gets Abusive all out of sudden and turns your life upside down.. He was sick in the head he was dangerous and the things he was able to do to me were horrific Whenever i tried to escape from him he finds me back and takes me back wanting to hurt me more and more.. But until when? This is My second book ! Im in love with it already and i hope you will love it to❤️

(This story is very cheesy) For Mature Audience. 1987 Calabasas, California She inhaled sharply, crossing her leg over the other. With a raise of her brows, she smiled. "Do you like bein' a bodyguard?" He glanced at her through the corner of his eye. His arms folded over his chest. "Yeah-It pays good." The back of his head was against the head of the couch. His dimpled chin was up in the air. Upward his lidded eyes drifted. "Do you like bein' a director's wife?" He mumbled, bringing his hand up. He brushed a few loose coils of hair away from his face. The floor shot into her view. A sharp exhale flew out of her mouth. "I-Uh-Nice-It's nice," she stammered. Her head nodded along to her words. "Nice?" Her brows shot up, she strained a grin. "Nice." Suddenly her lips were forced into a slight frown. A crease formed between her brows. She shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry. I'm not no good with words," she sighed. "No, I'm sorry I asked that. That was a real' stupid question." "It wasn't stupid. Nobody's ever asked me that before," she said through a forced laugh. 'Nice,' she repeated to herself. ⓒ 2025 All Rights Reserved