ARIEN RIVERA I have a jinx. Or I'm cursed. Whatever it is, all the men I sleep with end up dead or go missing. Any hope I have of living a normal life is diminished until Dexter Thorne - star hockey player and captain of the rival college team - comes along, I'd always thought he was hot but when it starts developing into more than crush then I know I 'm treading dangerous territory. I can't be with him. Or anyone. Ever. DEXTER THORNE Arien. My beautiful, sweet, talented Arien. My obsession. He's been haunting my thoughts ever since I saw him on the ice at 15. He was elegance itself, he moved his body in a way that had me hypnotised - so much that I had started watching his every competition, practice and performance. I watched him and killed any man he got with - I'll be the only one alive that knows every dip and curve of his body, the softness of his skin and the face he makes when I show him pure ecstasy. Not the sad excuse of orgasms those pathetic men gave him. More like pathetic dead men. Haha, Get it? Arien Rivera is mine. Can Dexter make Arien his? Or will Arien run when he finds out who Dexter truly is? THIS A DARK MM ROMANCE AND WILL HAVE TRIGGERS AND EXPLICIT SCENES!

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.

Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...

"I can't be with you." I won't let them take the one good thing in my life. "Yes, you can Davis." Just one touch from him and he is the calm to my storm. I can be anyone with him, but that's not my reality. We've already been careless, and they could find out, hurt him, eventually kill him. I won't let that happen. "You don't understand." It's getting harder to shut down my feelings the more I'm around you and they will know somethings changed. "Then make me understand, damn it!" The anger in his tone hurts, but I'm doing this to him...to us. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I'm not good for you. I'm not good for anyone. I have to go before I can't walk away, and I need to walk away. "If something is wrong then tell me. We'll fix this." It can't be fixed. I can't be fixed! You can't fix what's completely broken. "Goodbye Liam." "No!" His lips land on mine and I wish that could fix everything, but I kiss him back with all I can for one last time. When I pull away, I run out without looking back. It's for the best. I'll do anything to keep him safe even if it kills me. Sold into the world of child traffickers at a young age, Davis doesn't know any other type of life. Hell, he doesn't even remember his real name. Doing what his owners order him to do or pay the consequences. That is until he meets Liam Freeman. A handsome Australian who he just stumbled upon in a bar. One meeting with him and Davis wants more...a real chance at life. Will he ever be able to get away from the life he's only ever known? Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to pictures or songs in the story unless said otherwise. They just portray how I see my characters and the songs inspire certain aspects of the story. Copyright ©️ 2024 All rights reserved. This book or any portion of this book may not be used or be reproduced in any matter whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher. Except for brief quotations in book reviews.

「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」 ── My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there. ❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞ ── 𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮: I'm mute. I haven't spoken since the night my world drowned in blood and screams. The night I became a ghost in my own life. My stepbrother made sure I never forgot what I'd done. His fists, his venom, his cruel hands. They were my punishment. Everyone else sees a broken orphan. They look away. Pity me. They're easy to fool with silence and sad eyes. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw through me from the first rose left on my bakery doorstep. Then came the shadows, lingering too long and the suffocating certainty that he was always near. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: I was made in blood and scripture. A Reaper dressed in priest's black, sent to smash skulls and drag filthy souls back to God by the throat. Violence is the only good I've ever answered to. I'm not supposed to want him. This quiet little ghost with flour on his hands and forest green eyes that speaks the words his lips refuse. I'm not supposed to burn for the one thing my faith condemns. But the moment I saw him, something inside me cracked. Now I'm obsessed and fucking addicted. He bakes bread to feed the living. I break bones to save their souls. We were never meant to touch. But God put this hunger in me for a reason. And I was never a man who denied his calling. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned ──

❝ Why would an Italian CEO settle for anything less, especially for a narcissistic, playboy Russian motorcycle driver? ❞ [18+] 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐕 is unfamiliar with the concept of love. For him, only sex exists-preferably rough, heterosexual encounters. He spends his time riding motorcycles, flirting with women or hanging out in his workshop with his friends. As a member of the illegal racing club "Phantom Z" he holds the title "King" due to his undefeated streak-until one day, someone challenges and defeats him. 𝐓𝐇𝐄́𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈 is a billionaire who drowns himself in work to escape his own thoughts. He owns luxurious estates, elegant suits, and expensive watches. He has everything yet his past clings to him like a haunting memory, draining him of all emotion. However, after meeting a certain man, Théo realizes that perhaps he still has feelings left. What happens when their hatred towards each other is replaced by a profound, undeniable love that turns their worlds upside down, leaving them awash in unfamiliar emotions . . . 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

A broken boy looking for protection in prison..what could go so wrong ? Ready to find out! Newly re-edited and updated! MxM

Luca Hale has spent his entire life pretending. Pretending he enjoys the parties. Pretending he doesn't care what people think. Pretending he isn't breaking under the weight of being exactly who everyone needs him to be. At nineteen-almost twenty-Luca is dragged from London into the dangerous, glittering world of the Italian mafia when his single mother marries Matteo De Santis, one of the most powerful men in Italy. Overnight, Luca gains five stepbrothers who don't trust him, an extended family who despises him, and a reputation he never asked for. Behind the bad-boy persona and sharp smile lies a secret identity, a hidden underground group fighting quietly for people like him. No one knows who he really is-until he falls for the one person his new family has forbidden him from ever touching. Adrian Russo was supposed to be an enemy. Instead, he becomes Luca's freedom. Green Eyes, Black Suits is a story about chosen family, queer love, forgiveness, and the courage it takes to stop performing happiness-and start living it.

Chase finds out he's mates to a bully who used to be his friend, Juno, and tries to get Juno to accept him and regret rejecting him. A gay BxB story that hints at Mpreg and has some scenes that may trigger some readers.