Cleo Winters has learned to survive by staying quiet. At school, she's invisible, bullied and ignored. At home, she tiptoes around her mother's sharp moods and cruel words, never knowing when kindness will turn into punishment. But when her mother announces a sudden move to London to marry a wealthy businessman named Eric Westwood, Cleo's silent life is shattered. Thrown into a family she's never met, surrounded by strangers who live in luxury while she carries scars no one can see, Cleo must navigate a new house, a new country, and a new set of rules.

Then he shoved me back against the wall, pinning me with his body. "What are we doing?" I said pulling back breathlessly. "Too much fucking talking," he rasped, calm as hell even though his voice was wrecked.

Caleb grew up with four inseparable best friends Rafayel, Sylus, Zayne, and Xavier. the were friends from middle school through high school, they were each other's everything. through rooftop hangouts, arcade nights, sleepovers in teddy bear pajamas and an unspoken bond deeper than friendship. but what caleb never realized was that his own best friends were absolutely in love with him. they were secretly and very obsessively in love with him. They never confessed because they were terrified at the thought ruining the friendship, scared he'd run if he knew the depth of their feelings. this is an omegaverse/slow burn!! ᴛʀᴏᴜᴘᴇs: • "Fuck buddies" denial phase. • Omegaverse (with rare Enigma secondary gender) • Slow-burn poly romance (4 enigmas × 1 alpha) • Heavy angst and hurt/comfort and obsessive yandere love and eventual happy ending • Highschool friends to lovers (but with a long separation and reunion arc) •Emotional hurt, mutual pining, jealousy, miscommunication, pregnancy trope, found family • Very heavy NSFW in the adult arc (group sex, possessiveness, edging, raw claiming, overstimulation) ᴛʜᴇɪʀs ᴛᴏ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ʙʏ ʟᴜᴠ.ʟʏʏᴊᴜᴊᴜ (I actually made this story as a joke for my best friend but anyways enjoy!!)

In a family shaped by shadows, her light might be their only hope - or their greatest weakness. When Elara's mother marries into the infamous Calviero family, her world changes overnight. At just fifteen, she's thrust into a dangerous realm ruled by her stepfather and seven lethal stepbrothers, each with a fierce role in the mafia empire. Elara stands out - not just for her striking platinum hair and mesmerizing heterochromia, but for her compassionate heart and unwavering strength. A talented figure skater, she moves with grace on the ice but must learn to navigate a far more perilous stage at home. Her brothers are wary at first - hardened by years of violence and betrayal - but slowly, their fierce loyalty begins to extend to her. As old rivalries reignite and hidden threats emerge, Elara must confront the darkness lurking not only within her family but also within herself. And when whispers of a long-buried secret begin to surface, everything Elara thought she knew about her past - and her future - comes into question. In a world where trust means the difference between life and death, Elara's kindness is both her greatest strength and her most dangerous vulnerability. The question is: can she survive this world without losing who she truly is?

Amara Moretti returns to her brothers eleven years later-damaged, guarded, and hiding more than anyone suspects. As buried truths begin to surface, alliances are tested and blood ties blur. In a world where loyalty is survival and secrets can kill, Amara must decide: trust the family she barely remembers-or expose the darkness hidden under their watch.

My back was pressed against the wall, and our faces were merely inches away. He gently placed a finger below my chin and tilted my face upward. I tried my best to avoid his gaze. "Look at me, Sebastian." I slowly met his piercing brown eyes, and my throat went dry. He leaned in, and I shut my eyes as my heartbeat grew erratic. I could feel his hot breathing near my ear. "Do I make you nervous?" I gulped. He gently caressed my jaw. "Why have you been avoiding me, darling?" I couldn't hold it in anymore. My chest was about to burst. It was all too much for me. I opened my eyes and yelled it out. "Because I'm in fucking love with you, Finn." The moment those words left my mouth I regretted it. I covered my face with my hands, completely mortified. I was close to tears and did not want him to see me this way. I could feel him gently pry my hands away, but I kept my eyes shut, too embarassed to face him. I drew in a sharp breath when he placed his forehead on mine, my hands locked tightly in his iron grip. "God, Sebastian. You have no idea how long I've waited to hear those words." And right then, his lips crashed onto mine, and nothing else mattered. -----------------

What happens when the boy known for fighting everyone and anyone starts to fight for you? What happens when the artist who hides behind his masterpieces, starts to see you on his canvases? Gray and Axel meet by chance, unaware of the tidal waves they are causing in the other's life. Both stuck in their own lives, cold and always alone, they begin to find warmth with each other. Their hands keep finding their ways to each other- behind closed doors, in the dark, under the table. Once their walls start to crack, there's no going back and there's no pretending it means nothing. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• "Don't- don't touch me like that," he breathed out. I blinked at him. Is he angry? In pain? "Like what?" "fucking...gently," he seethed. "Why?" I peered at him, pressing my hand to his other cheek. I just needed him to look at me. I didn't care if it was wrong. "Because I'll... I'll fucking break," he barked, lips trembling under his confession. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• !! This is a slow burn !! •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 🏅 #1- bxblove- Nov 16, 2025 🥇 #1- gay romance- Nov 19, 2025🥇 #1- tattoos- Oct 22, 2025🥇 #1- delinquent- Nov 6, 2025🥇 #1- trauma- Dec 1, 2025 🥇 #1- family problems- Dec 1, 2025 🥇 #1- teen- Dec 15, 2025🥇 #1- school- Dec 22, 2025 🥇 #2- bisexual- Nov 18, 2025 🥈 #2- high school experience- Nov 26, 2025🥈 #2- boyxboyromance- Oct 19, 2025🥈 #2- love- Nov 17, 2025🥈 #3- boyxboy- Nov 28, 2025🥉

16-year-old Ronan Conti was never meant to be anything. That's what he believed. He lived with his abusive stepfather for most of his life, the man that made him believe that every golden wing was meant to be fake and every tear shed of pain had to be deserved. Ronan lived on what felt like the ledge of a cliff for his entire life. He hides his secrets within the cracks between the past and present, never letting anyone ever get too close to see them. But what happens when all of that changes? When he's suddenly surrounded by newfound family - five older brothers - who want him to be happy? Who want him to believe that he's worthy? Will he accept and finally admit to needing help? Or will he continue to fall into his destructive rabbit hole? Updated regularly. *the cover photo was found off pinterest, i do not own it*

Luca's the loud one. Marco's the one who watches his back. Their whole lives, it's been just the two of them against their mother. Then she crashes her car, the state runs a DNA test, and suddenly they have five older brothers and a father who aren't supposed to exist.

He knew he was blushing; he could feel it. Boy, did he hate that. "I-I never sleep," his eyes darted away for a moment, "maybe I was thinking of all the ways I could bash your face in." Devyn glared at those jade eyes, his lip curling slightly. He pressed their bodies closer, his leg slipping between Lexin's. "If you think-" Devyn's words died from his lips as Lexin nearly whimpered, from both embarrassment and pleasure. Devyn's firm thigh was now pressed against his rock-hard dick, and he had no excuse as to why it was hard. The two stared at each other in a thick silence, Lexin's eyes wide and Devyn's unreadable. "Y-you should-" "Is this why you're up," Devyn's tone began to drop, "couldn't find a good fuck at the party?" Lexin glared and tried his best not to grind his hips forward and release some of the pain. "If I wanted to, I would have," he scowled. "Since when do you come home unsatisfied? We both know you can't keep it in your pants," Devyn's eyes stayed locked on the bruises. "Prick," Lexin hissed. Unable to stop himself, his hips pressed forward this time, his eyebrows pinching together. To his surprise Devyn pushed back. He wasn't gentle about it either as he applied the weight of his muscular thigh onto Lexin's hard on. Devyn's dark eyes flicked to his before he leaned down, brushing his lips on the shell of Lexin's ear. "You want to tell me why you're so hard, princess?" Lexin turned beat red, "Stop calling me that." "That's not an answer," Devyn slid his head down and brushed his lips over the sore hickey. ~'~ WARNING: this book has a choking and biting kink. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK