Six kids in one house, and somehow he still felt invisible. Taye was always working, always stressed, always trying to hold everything together but never really seeing him. The others were the same. Busy. Distant. Like surviving mattered more than anything else. And maybe it did. But that didn't stop it from messing him up. So he learned quick don't ask for anything, don't expect nothing, and don't let nobody get close enough to leave. That's just how he became Kairo. Rude. Distant. Unbothered. Or at least...that's what everybody thought. Now suddenly, things were different. Taye checking on him. Asking questions. Looking at him like he actually mattered. It didn't sit right. "Where was all that before?" Kairo muttered one night, staring up at the ceiling, phone in his hand but not really looking at it. Because care-real care-was something he didn't know how to trust. And that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part...was him. Kairos best friend. The one person who always stayed. Always showed up. Always saw him even when Kairo tried his hardest to push him away. That was the problem. Because Kairo wasn't supposed to feel like this. Not about him.

'I'm mommy's good boy,' he repeated. 'You really want to hear me beg?' He said letting out a cheeky laugh. 'I want to cum so bad,' he said in between pants. 'Please...' 'Please what?' Another male voice sounded from behind me. I smiled, knowing who it is. I heard his footsteps and felt his eyes on my, making me shiver. He came into view on my right and walked over to Luca, who looked flustered, looking between the two of us. I witnessed him revert back into submission so quickly, bratty behavior all gone. That's my daddy. Shaun placed his bag down and brought one knee on the bed, leaning down on Luca. I watched in awe as he kissed him with much passion and like every other time, I was in awe. Of their connection. I witnessed it first hand and it's the purest I've ever seen. Shaun pulled back to look at me, winking with a knowing smirk as he looked down at our conjoined bodies. 'Tell mommy what you want, baby,' he turned to Luca, who whimpered under the control of two Doms. 'Come on, beg for it, love,' Luca was panting with need. 'Please me mommy...' ● After a tragic but not so tragic divorce between Raven Bailey-King and Larry King, Shaun and Luca are ready to welcome a third party into their relationship. Restricted by friendship and Raven's marriage, they are ready to take the next step.

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

Declan is the forgotten and abused omega of the Silver Claw pack. Destined to never find his fated mate, how will he react when Scarlett, the vicious alpha of the Blood Moon pack, claims him as hers? -------------------------------------------------- "You're mine," she snarls, her eyes glinting a dangerous gold. He felt the mate bond strengthen then, unable to resist the scent of her pheromones, the warm honey and vanilla surrounding him as his knees buckled. "Mate."

❝I want you on your knees. Not out of love, or respect, or even fear... but because you understand your place will always be beneath me.❞ Leander Graves could be known for being one of the most popular gamers at merely twenty years old, or for being the mysterious guy no one really befriends. But no, Leander's name is always followed by the same word. 𝙑𝙞𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣. Sheltered. Protected. Shy. Awkward. Completely insecure. Untouched fits too. Then one day Carmen Ivory walks in, clad in money and whispers, power and control. When she's told Leander is out of anybody's reach, a true challenge even for the best conquerors, he stops looking bland and starts appearing... fascinating. Thirty thousand dollars. Until winter break. For the money. For the dare. For her pride. But what begins as a simple bet soon becomes obsession: a web of manipulation, seduction, and cruelty spun by a girl who has never loved anyone in her life. Because Carmen doesn't fall in love. Psychopaths don't. They collect playthings. And Leander is destined to be her favorite. ♰ Psychological breaking ♰ Bad girl × Good boy ♰ Double POV ♰ Reverse dark romance ♰ Elite college

"Be a good boy, Ares, and just follow my lead." His chest rose up rapidly, taking his hands into mine and placing them on my waist. Feeling him begin to grow hard and the pool of wetness between my legs ached my soul. I needed him now. A piece of his hair fell on his forehead, his thumbs moved in circular motion as I rocked my hips back and forth, holding onto his shoulders for support. I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing more of his toned chest; I was practically salivating at this sight. It was obvious that he was going to the gym, even just by looking at his arms you could tell. This man was pure perfection, and I was pure seduction. "W-we shouldn't be doing this," his voice was breathless and ragged. My back arched because of the growing sensation I was feeling; he dipped his head between my neck, placing light kisses. I fist his hair as my jaw drops; my panties are drenched. "We should, we had a deal." _____ Violet Gray was a sophomore in college and failing her classes. With her growing popularity due to her looks and partying every night, Violet had completely forgotten the true reason for being in school. She had two options: get kicked out of college or find a tutor. Violet didn't want either; she was embarrassed to be kicked out. Ares Meadows was the epitome of smart and talented; his grades were all straight A's. He didn't have time to party nor focus solely on his looks and popularity. Ares was a nerd with even more nerdy friends, but the way he looked distracted everyone from the fact that he was a nerd. But nobody wants an inexperienced man.

"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.

🚨‼️PLEASE READ‼️🚨 Due to my book getting reports, I have REMOVED all punishment scenes, hardcore scenes and sex scenes. All of those scenes will only be available on REAM under the $3 Tier. LINK IS IN MY BIO🩷 The series will continue on Wattpad as normal... just WITHOUT the scenes listed above. ----- Julian thought training Alec would be a mission... structured, contained, temporary. A way to help a broken sub find his way back from the edge without letting the past bleed into his present life with Preston. He was wrong. Alec arrives like a storm no one can predict: sharp-tongued, guarded, reckless, pushing every boundary Julian tries to set. He scoffs at rules, tests limits, vanishes for hours only to return marked and defiant. Yet beneath the attitude is a quiet desperation... a boy who learned early that love hurts, so better to hurt first and harder. Julian sees it and Preston sees it. And both of them refuse to look away. Preston, now fully collared and deeply surrendered, finds himself unexpectedly drawn into the orbit of Alec's chaos. Alec is not an easy book to read. His pages are torn, ink smeared, words crossed out and rewritten in anger. Most people would close him and walk away. Not Julian and Preston. They turn the pages together because they both know that if you have the patience to push through the fear and the rage and the self-sabotage... what waits at the end is a story worth cherishing. This is a story of three hearts learning... messily, painfully, beautifully... how to hold each other without breaking.

𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 ℯ𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓅ℯ ---------------- 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘚𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 ❝Keeping moving your hips " she whisper in my ear as she kept her high pace on the vibrator making me loose my senses "𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 " 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳 My sense went numb as she attack my neck "Mommy * ah " I gasp for air " 𝘐 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 " 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 " 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 ---------------------------------------------------------------- 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 18✦ 𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨

One hotbox. One secret. Two boys who swore they were straight-until the smoke started messing with more than just their heads. Nic parties hard and lives louder, chasing highs and avoiding anything that feels too real. KT stays lowkey and unreadable, carrying a past he never talks about. They're nothing alike-but something clicks when they end up hotboxing in Nic's car at a random party. It was supposed to be just a vibe. But the more nights they spend together-talking, laughing, sharing things they shouldn't-the harder it gets to ignore the tension in the air. Glances last too long. Touches get bolder. And suddenly, nothing about being "just friends" feels right anymore. They've never looked at a guy like this before. Then again... they've never met someone like each other.