「 "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 bake bread. I keep my head down. I don't speak. Silence is safer than begging. I learned that with blood in my mouth and my stepbrother's words crawling under my skin. He trades me like a cigarette, lit, used and passed on. People forget me. They walk past and look through. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw me. It started with roses, anonymous. Then came the late night shadows outside the bakery. Now, I feel him before I even hear his voice. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: He smells like flour and fear. And I want both. I call him Little Ghost because he floats through this shitty town like he's not part of it. Mute. Soft. Fragile like glass. I'm gonna crack him open. First time I saw him, I wanted to fuck the sound out of him. Second time, I wanted to ruin his mouth. Now? I just want to keep him shaking and mine. I'm not in love. I'm obsessed. He bakes bread and I break bones. We were never meant to touch. So I'll drag him into my world until he breaks in mine. ──

I took a kingdom with blood and iron. I did not expect to lose control over a single boy. Elias is nothing. A mute servant with no voice, no power, and no place beyond quiet obedience in a palace ruled by fear. He survives by staying small, by avoiding notice, by never giving anyone a reason to look twice. Until I did. I am not a gentle man. I do not ask, and I do not release what I claim. What began as curiosity became something far more dangerous-an attachment I cannot ignore, and a need I refuse to name. He cannot speak. He cannot fight. He barely understands what I am making of him. Yet I pull him closer, step by step, into a place he was never meant to stand-at my side, under my gaze, and entirely within my control. And I do not let go of what is mine.

STAND ALONE BOOK - Jude Creston thought training to be a priest at a secluded all-male convent would save him from the grief and guilt tied to his sexuality. Instead, he discovers a world of secret desires, rivalries, and hidden dangers, where the priests-in-trainings indulge in what should be forbidden-and even monstrous. Tags: VAMPIRE, bxbxb, bxbxbxbxbxb, switch, threesome/foursome, group play, possessive

It's a BL Love story with a little bit of darkness inside 💠 ( It's My Original Work Not A Fanfiction) _________________________________________ A marriage he couldn't remember, a person he couldn't place in his mind, and an unspoken bond that would shackle him in ways he never imagined. His indifference to love was shattered in one reckless moment, and suddenly, he was caught in a web of obsession that was slowly suffocating him. •••••••• "You think you can run away from me?" The voice was dark, dripping with menace. The man moved closer, his breath hot against Vishal's ear. "After everything that happened that night in that hotel... you're dreaming." Vishal barely had time to react before he was slammed against the wall, the impact stunning him. His breath hitched, but the man's gaze never wavered-intense, unwavering, as if he owned him completely. His hands gripped Vishal's wrists, pinning him in place. Vishal struggled, but the man was relentless. The cold, calculating intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down Vishal's spine. His will to resist was slipping away, crushed under the weight of the promise in the man's voice. The man's lips brushed against his ear, a final whisper that made Vishal's blood run cold. "I won't divorce you. Not in this life. Not in any other life." ( Coming soon ) ___ Boxer/Doctor X Russian Mafia Enemies To Lovers Contract Marriage Drama x Humour Revenge Sunshine meets Mr Grumpy Possessive lover Bl ( Boy's love)