Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

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. Every. Single. Time. 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.

Thaddaeus is a killer. A skilled hitman and negotiator, working under the small but notoriously known organized criminal syndicate, Enigma. Thaddaeus is also tired. Bored of his work and its repetitive and bloody nature. But one thing that the gangster looks forward to; is getting absolved of his sins via the priests of St. Clementia's Chapel. It's his safe haven and a place to make peace with his crimes and with himself. However, when his usual priest is out sick, Thaddaeus finds himself having to find absolution from a young volunteer priest with a voice that makes the gangster want to sin both in and out of the church. **Man x Man story**

Daiki Ito never wanted trouble, but trouble always found him. And this time, it came in the form of Isaac Pavlov-a reckless, obsessive bastard who doesn't understand the word no. Isaac isn't just interested. He's watching, waiting, claiming. There's no escaping someone like him-not when he's already decided that Daiki belongs to him. It's not love. It's not hate. It's something far more dangerous. Obsession. Because once Isaac sinks his teeth in, he never fucking lets go. ------------------- MM dark romance BI / Gay awakening Fighter / Mastermind Enjoy ! <3

"When I push it into your mouth... just swallow." His lips part slightly, breath uneven. I lean in, close enough to count the flecks in his eyes. Our knees brush slightly. He pulls back a second too late. I take a slow drag, hold it, then exhale steady between us. The smoke slips past his lips, and in that second, I can't help it. I press my mouth to his. *** Blake Callahan ruined me without even trying. Now I'm going to ruin him too-one threat, one kiss, one perfectly timed prank at a time. He has everything-money, looks, and a last name that opens doors. The golden boy of Seattle: captain of the soccer team, top of the class, with a future already written in Ivy League gold. Me? I'm Ryder Quinn. Dyed hair, piercings, fists bruised from too many fights, and a life with no safety net. Reckless. Broke. No future. We come from opposite worlds-his built on privilege, mine on survival. We're supposed to hate each other. And for a while, we do. But hate turns into tension. Tension turns into something neither of us can control. Because loving him was never part of the plan. Destroying him was. Trigger warning ⚠️ -Mature language -Sexual scenes -Violence -Drug use -Trauma

Eli Tanaka doesn't have time for distractions. Focused, guarded, and brutally competitive, he's fighting for a future - on the field and beyond. The only thing getting in his way is Luca Moreno: loud, reckless, infuriatingly charming... and very, very off-limits. They play on the same soccer team. They have everything to lose. So when a late-night mistake turns into something they can't stop, Eli makes one rule - nobody can know. But keeping secrets gets dangerous. Especially when Luca starts looking at him like he means more than a hookup. Especially when the world - and the team - start watching. This is not a love story. Not yet. It's a game of obsession, touches that don't make it into stats, and the thrill of wanting something you're not supposed to have. ⸻ Told in first-person POV from Eli Tanaka ⚠️ This story contains spicy content, language, and emotional themes.

When Mylo Heather finds himself lost at a party his friend convinced him to attend, he searches high and low for his friends that have ran off to their own corners. When searching he comes across the party host's brother, Miguel Andorran. He's sexy beyond belief, and shirtless, and wants Mylo. It's only a matter of time he gets what he wants... Oh and did I forget to mention? He's a dominant. [WARNING]: Will at some point in the very near future contain sex scenes. This is BDSM! If you no like, you have no soul! *cough cough* I mean piss off. *cough cough* I mean the exits that way. *cough cough* I have a cold! *sniffles* :'(

"She thought she was writing fiction-until her heart became the plot." At thirty-three, Amara is exhausted. Overworked, constantly criticized, and quietly discouraged, she's learned how to survive-but not how to dream. Writing, purpose, and impact feel like things meant for other people. A one-month cruise should be a simple escape. A pause from disappointment. But it awakens the parts of her she buried to stay strong. Encouraged by a mentor who sees her worth, Amara begins to imagine a future she's always been too afraid to want. Especially when it might depend on someone far beyond her reach. Then she meets him. Late-night conversations. Unspoken attraction. Moments that feel dangerously meaningful. She doesn't know who he really is-only that being near him feels like coming home. When truth and timing collide, Amara must choose: stay safe in the life she knows, or step boldly into the dream God placed in her heart. Dream vs Reality is a slow-burn, faith-filled romance about courage, purpose, and a love that quietly changes you from the inside out. ✨ Strong female friendships ✨ Faith, purpose & self-discovery ✨ Emotional tension & gentle love ✨ Women finding their voice "I am also publishing this story on Royal Road under the username Remnantforchrist"💜🤍