"You know, most people wouldn't trust someone like me with so many secrets." "But you shared those secrets with me" Aiden murmured. "And if you trust me with secrets like those, how can I not show you the same amount of trust?" He couldn't see him, but he could hear the smile in Kazimir's voice. "That is true. But promise me one thing." "Anything." "You have to not speak a word of this ever. I'm no one and you don't know me" Kazimir whispered into Aiden's hair. Aiden nodded again. "I understand. Don't worry, Kazimir. Your secret is safe with me." Aiden finds himself caught in a tough situation when he catches a man carrying a dead body on his shoulder. Defenseless and clueless, he is kidnapped by the strange man and taken to an unknown place that appears to have no way out. Although he is curious about his kidnapper's story, he wants nothing to do with him. Or maybe he does and just doesn't want to admit it... Warning: Includes mature language, violence, disturbing scenes, and sex Pronunciation of Kazimir: Kah-zee-meer

"You're shaking, Pip." Adam laughed, looking down on me, his eyes hungrily scanning my body. "It's Jude! Don't call me, Pip, when we're fucking." I warned him, groaning out of annoyance because he simply couldn't stop calling me that stupid name. Though, it made him laugh even more. ••• In a world where losing means more than just defeat, some choices can't be undone and some relationships don't survive the fight. Jude Ellington had to learn this lesson the hard way as he suddenly finds himself in the brutal underground scene, having to fight his childhood best friend in front of a crowd, that couldn't care less whether he makes it out alive or dies. His childhood best friend, also known as the King of the underground. And as if that wasn't complicated enough, their increasingly tangled friends-with-benefits relationship makes it even harder to separate emotions from consequences.

I had been coughing my lungs out on all fours when I met Ryan Armstrong for the first time. "Till life do us part," he'd said with that ever-so-slightly crooked smile that made my chest all fuzzy. And that's how I started making the worst decisions on the planet. Everything about him was reckless. His sneaking out, driving, risking everything for a few seconds of thrill. None of his adventures ever made sense. It made even less sense for me to gamble my future, my academics, my entire life for the same few seconds of thrill. For him. For his stupid blue eyes and bright smile and permanently windblown hair. So of course, I did.

It wasn't normal to find yourself weirdly interested in someone for no reason. Not someone you'd only been talking to for a month. And definitely not in the way Aiden was watching Matias like he was studying for a test on his face structure. He wasn't a fucking artist. What was he even doing? Did friends stare like that? ...Were they even friends? "You're a shitty liar," Matias said eventually, his tone casual but definitely laced with amusement. Aiden rolled his eyes so hard he might've sprained something. "Fuck you." "Jeez, Aiden, buy me dinner first."

"We shouldn't do this...you're my best friend." "I don't want to be just friends anymore. I want to set our friendship on fire and burn it all." Aiden's heart wars with his head. Hunter has always been his best friend and his safe place. But now, every time he's near his friend, Hunter. Hunter's touch sets him on fire, and that heat is impossible to ignore. On the other hand, Hunter doesn't care. He's done playing it safe. As their friendship teeters on the edge of ruin, Aiden must decide: is the risk of losing Hunter worth the chance of having him completely? Or will the flames they ignite consume them both? Friendship on fire has never been this reckless-or this irresistible.

Here is my second Galra x Reader book I do NOT own any of the pictures/videos/gifs that are in this book unless I say that I do. This book is marked as mature, so if you're younger than 17 read at your own risk. This is meant to be read at a 17+ years old POV.

Book one of three in the Project Trilogy MUST BE READ IN ORDER EMERY GRAY: I'm the friend who likes doing cute things for my friends if I notice they aren't mentally doing well. I enjoy making uplifting cards or beaded bracelets just so they can smile. I do this for holidays, too, because I know the holidays can be hard for some. I never knew my friend group was secretly against me the entire time. After overhearing them laugh at my expense, I'm about to walk away. When I turn, I slam right into a very tall wall of muscle that sends me backward before another hand shoots out and catches my elbow before I fall. When I look up, I see them. The infamous Triple-A. Everyone hates them. They don't trust anyone. They're cruel. Those are all things I've heard but never witnessed. After they drag me away from my supposed group of friends, they offer me a safe place with them. I decline. I declined because my brother would have my head if I accepted. If Ellis found out I befriended the group he hated, I wouldn't know what to do. But a member of Triple-A has noticed me. Alaric Benson. The jokester. The class-clown. The one with the amazing hazel eyes that I start getting lost in. No, I can't befriend Triple-A, but the offer becomes harder to resist when I realize how alone I feel. I befriended them, and they started helping me find out who I am. They aren't cruel like everyone believes. Not unless they have to be. So, where did everyone get this idea? Oh, god, someone help me. I don't know how much longer I can resist Alaric Benson. Falling in love with him is a recipe for disaster! Right? If my brother finds out, I don't know what will happen, but I can't resist him anymore. Screw the damage I'll take from the fallout. It's my life, and I need to remember that.

Tropes: psycho vigilante, touch him and die, reciprocal obsession, stalking but in a good way, vigilante justice, psychopath falls in love, mxm, first times, bi-awakening, gay for you, not as straight as i thought i was, trauma bonding Oliver and Zachary have no one but each other. In a foster home on an isolated plot of land, their bond was carved deeper and deeper with each new day of neglect and abuse by their foster parents. During an escape attempt gone wrong, they are torn apart, each believing the other to be dead. Wracked with grief, the two boys have to figure out what it means to live without each other. Oliver ends up on the streets, while Zachary ends up adopted by a man with wicked intentions. Over ten years later, Oliver and Zachary manage to share the same pastime - hunting and culling deadly criminals. Oliver focuses on his small neighborhood, running a "neighborhood watch" from his run-down motorcycle shop. Zachary focuses on the whole city, helping his two new adopted brothers, each with psychological issues of their own, to navigate what it means to have a code of ethics despite their shared psychopathy. When hunting the same elusive new crime boss in their city, the two finally cross paths.

(This is targeted for people 16+) "Same with hurting you. Or marking you.." He slid his arm gently down to his back, closing his hand around a bruise that lay on the hero's waist. The hero flinched at the action, still keeping his lips sealed. "I can be the only one capable of doing it.." "Your fucking crazy..." The hero sighed with a bit of fear hidden in his tone. The man smiled with the description, turning his head in the direction of Oxzy's ear, he spoke with a sweet voice. "I can make you go even crazier than me Ox..." ------- A hero and a villain in the same low-profile town, they battle. One protecting, one destroying. The town tries to break them apart, but instead... They grow closer. The hateful and spiteful relationship can only last for so long. So long until it becomes something that can be remotely called anything like love. Love that ends up revolving around trauma and the hindering of emotions. The hero will run, and the villain will follow. ------- WARNING: - Mature & sexual content on certain chapters, - A r*pe scene;(DO NOT ROMANTICIZE) - Sexual assault, - A toxic relationship & characters, - Real like trauma scenarios, - Death, - Gore, (excessive blood description 😅)

The very day he walked into the classroom I knew my life would never be the same again. Either ruined, or molded back into something nothing it never was. Those eyes, bright like the moon- intimidating as the sun kept me pinned on my seat. I couldn't stop thinking about him, couldn't understand the pull in my chest when he spoke. I tear my gaze away anytime those eyes turned to me, pretending I was listening to his lecture. But I wasn't. I was listening to his voice. Deep and thick and predatory, measuring every syllable like it was a threat. And why- why did that thought make my heart beat faster? Men aren't supposed to call men hot while their heart fluster.