Summary Feared as the most ruthless mafia boss in the underworld, Don Alessandro Valenti never expected his life to change in an orphanage hallway. There, he adopts a three-year-old boy meant to be his future heir-small, wide-eyed, and painfully innocent. What was supposed to be a strategic decision becomes his greatest weakness. As the boy grows, the Don's cold heart softens into fierce devotion. He shields his son from blood, betrayal, and the darkness of their world, raising him with a love no one dares question. To the mafia, the child is untouchable-protected by death itself. Years later, the innocence Alessandro tried so desperately to preserve blooms into defiance. The son falls in love. Not with a civilian. Not with a safe choice. But with another mafia boss-older, cold, ruthless and just as dangerous as Alessandro once was. Now faced with the one thing he cannot control, Alessandro must decide: Will he destroy the man who dares to love his son... Or accept that love, even in the mafia, can bloom in blood and shadows? Because for the first time in his life, the ruthless Don is terrified of losing the one thing he loves more than power.

Warning : This story is about and for, dirty fucking people. "I'm a voyeur, plain and simple. Some people would prefer the term 'pervert' to better describe me, but that wasn't true. I liked to look at people, beautiful people. Because you see, I'm ugly. So very ugly that I never got laid. The only time I had sex was I was working a late night shift at the bar and a drunk guy came up behind me in the alley outside and pushed me against the wall to fuck me. Honestly, I hated it. But I was so flattered that he noticed me that I helped him open my pants and put his cock in my virgin hole. At least he used a condom. But I let him use me, you see, because he was a beautiful man. I even let him cum on my face. No, I made him cum on my face. Got on my knees, took his condom off and sucked him until he came all over my face. So that was my first time. Anyway, I watch people, beautiful people. And I watched the new man that moved in across the street from me. I watched him all the time, he was so perfect. I didn't know that he watched me too."

"Bend over the desk," he said calmly. "If you're going to write about being used, I expect accuracy." ⸻ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 ⸻ I write about sex like I've lived it. Bold. Scandalous. Completely made up. In reality, I've never been the subject of such things. But online? I'm the 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓎. Until one post... one stupid, unfiltered deep desire accidentally ends up in front of the one person it should never have reached. Professor Thorne. Brilliant, cold, unreadable. And now, watching me far too closely. I was just trying to survive college. He was supposed to stay a daydream. But he's turning theory into practice, and I'm the experiment he won't quit. This isn't what I wanted. So why can't I stop wanting it? | •|⸻|•|⸻|• | Colby James has always been the shadow in the room-quiet, forgettable, and perfectly fine blending into the background. Queue freshman year of College. Suddenly, he's juggling a new circle of friends, a roommate who's starting to catch feelings he never meant to spark, and a dangerously hot professor who should know better. But he doesn't. And worse? He wants Colby. And he's about to prove it.

Cameron Honeywood. Star student, varsity volleyball captain. Everyone's best friend, partially because he's just too nice to say no and because he's your literally 'all you need' guide. He's way too social for his own liking, way too hungry too. Also, for god's sake, stop calling that poor man unfunny. He is funny, to a point. Alexander Viktor de Valois. Kraits' leader, ruthless, smart, sarcastic. It's not like he hasn't tried talking to people, he just absolutely hates everyone. It's not his habit to let his prey go, but he does with a certain blond. Because he knows, the prey will come crawling back to him. These two were never meant to cross paths. But for some reason, fate keeps throwing Cameron into Alexander's eyes. And Alex knows what he wants. He wants one thing, and that's Cameron. one night stand with nothing much happening leaves them both feeling incomplete. Til Cameron stumbles upon an unknown place. When he thinks he's off the hook, he just digs his own grave.

Kai sat at the edge of the bed, jaw tight, big hands wrapping gauze around my split knuckles. He was too careful, too quiet- the type that comes right before a storm rips through you. I woke up halfway through, yanked my hand free. "Don't touch me." He didn't flinch. Just looked at me with those wolf-grey eyes like I was the only war he ever wanted to fight. "Dont do that." I blinked."What?" His mouth barely moved."You dont get to do that after what you did." My lips curled into a dangerous smile. "And if I do?" He grabbed me by the jaw-gentle and cruel all at once. My breath hitched. "Then I'll just have to remind you who you belong to." His lips crashes against mine. The kiss was raw, possessive, demanding-his tongue forcing its way past my lips, dominating me until my knees nearly buckled. When he finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected us. I let out a needy, humiliating whine at the loss of contact. The world stopped "You want to break things?" His voice a low growl, "Break me.You want pain? I'll give you pain that loves you back. But if you ever throw yourself in front of filth like that again-" His grip on my jaw tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to own. "I might just kill someone." *** They call me the prince of chaos. The media's favorite sin. Award-winning artist, tabloid disaster, human trainwreck with pretty eyes and prettier scars. But I didn't ask for the crown. I do drugs to sleep. Smoke to breathe. Fuck to feel. Punch cameras.Curse in interviews. And I don't apologize for any of it. That's how I got kai-my new bodyguard. 6ft something of quiet death, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and eyes like he's already decided how I'll die if I piss him off. He doesn't play nice and he sees too much. And when he touches me, the world gets quiet for once. This isn't your typical love story. It's war. ME vs Myself. ME vs My Past. ME vs the man who swore he'd protect me - even from myself. You want to know how it ends? So do I.

Getting bullied his whole life by the same boy was never fun for Hayden. He realizes that it's too much and decides to transfer schools but just as his life was getting better, the same guy who picked on him turns out to be his bosses grandson who now has a whole new personality. Sebastian had a lot of insecurities. Hayden being one of them so picking on him was the only way he'd cope but after Hayden transferred schools, he realized that he wasn't insecure. He was in love and just didn't know how to show it. After accidentally meeting up at parties and certain traumatic incidents occurring, hayden realizes that maybe Sebastian has changed but he's too scared to find out if it's real. What happens when Sebastian doesn't give up and yearns for Hayden even more?