"So... where were you, little kitty?" His voice was quiet, too quiet... each word slicing through the air as he flipped through the papers without even looking up. "I-I was..." My voice broke, barely a whisper. Something about his calm made him even scarier. He finally set the papers aside, eyes lifting to meet mine. "You look nervous." The corner of his mouth twitched.. not quite a smile. "Don't be. I don't hurt good boys." That tone... gentle, dangerous, patient. "Now," he said, leaning back in his chair, gaze steady. "Come here." I hesitated, taking one step forward. His eyes sharpened. "Crawl." ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Started - 13th February 2025 Ended - ???

If one were to talk about Julian, they would surely say that he is unmanageable: he has a vivid character, an out-of-the-ordinary desire to explore, and a restless soul. Upon turning eighteen, he said goodbye to his parents and left to pursue his dream of becoming an artist. And what city could be better than New York? A place full of culture, energy, and character. Just when he thought everything was finally going the right way, he met his three kindred souls: the Gronzerv brothers. They had come to see one of his art exhibitions and, from that moment on, they decided that Julian would become their property. Their personal artwork, destined to adorn only the chains of their house.

"I didn't ask to be this way!" "What's wrong with it?" Kegan laughed dryly, amazed by the stubbornness of the Alpha. "What's wrong with being weak and used as a breeding tool? Take a wild guess!" he snarled. "You aren't what they made you. Not here," Calix said, trying to get the Omega to see his reasoning. "I will never be anything but what they made me." ••• Kegan has been raised in a pack where he was taught that he was nothing and looked down on for reasons he was never told. When he is given away to another Alpha as an heir provider, Kegan is convinced he's cursed and will forever live a life of misery and pain. That is, until the pack is raided by the strongest pack in the country and he learns that his soul is tightly intertwined with another's. The only problem is that Kegan doesn't see himself as anything more than an item to be put up for auction, and he's convinced that his mate will never be able to change that piece of him. book cover done by @ishanwadhwa123 !!!!

*I do not own any rights to the photo used as my cover* *** #2 in TeenRomance (2026) #4 in Gayness (26) #9 in Teenager (2026) #11 in Coming out the closet (2021) I started this story in 2021... Everything is cringy and bad about this story, but I decided to complete this book since I got a lot of comments disappointed it was never finished. Eric didn't choose or really want to be gay, it just kind of happen- something that just happened, he can't even remember how he found out he was gay all he knew was that he was, And it wasn't like there's nothing wrong with that. Eric wasn't homophobic, he didn't feel disgusted in himself but rather disappointed. Everyone put pressure on him to be this perfect person, whether it being grades or sports or family- everything would be ruin if he came out. That's why he hadn't told anyone in the last couple years, not because he's scared- pft, Eric Goodmen scared? Star football player? Could have all the women by just a click of a button if wasn't for being in love with the same gender- scared? He was just a little 'inconvenienced'. One party changed everything though- to many drinks and making out with the wrong gender to send his fake perfect life crashing down when discovering out the first person he came out to, kissed, and had sex with was Callum Micheals. Mr pretty boy. Like life flashing before his eyes- Eric questioned whether Callum remembered or not? *** The smell of a nose itching fabric softer, too expensive for his parents to buy and the feel of warm feather pillows is what Eric woke up to. His body was somewhat tired, and sweaty but besides that, he felt good- he even let out a morning moan sitting up with his arms to look around, he was at Jackson's. A light ache from his hangover rang through his head reminding him that he drank a lot last night seconds later, he opened his mouth to hiss or groan in pain, but the groan that brought silence to the room wasn't his- it was, "Callum?!" Eric whisper shouted.

Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020

I had never been so in love. He was the definition of perfect. I wanted him to live like a prince. I wanted him to belong to me. I needed his love and attention. My heart yearned for him since our first meeting. The seemingly innocent boy...I wanted his body, I wanted his heart. Just by smiling he turned me into a beggar, something I strived long and hard not to become. But for him, I'd become anyone and anything to have and keep him. I cared deeply for him and anyone who wished any harm upon even a single hair on his body was to die by my hands. That was not a threat, but a promise. WARNING READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! This book may contain content that may disturb, disgust and/or offend you. Please read at your own risk. Thanks. ***IMPORTANT NOTE 10/04/2022: I wrote this book in the manxboy era of corny wattpad stories and even though Toby is well over 18 (he's 24) the language I used when writing this story is very predatory. I will work on changing this when I find the time to edit this book and other older ones which also feature this icky, predatory tone and language. For now please replace "boy" with "guy" or "man" and know that when I describe Toby as being a "boy" it came from a blueprint of how other stories were written and not because I was glorifying predatory relationships. I am very sorry for the predatory language.

Trying to escape his fate as a mafia heir, Valerio hides far from home under the guise of a teacher, hoping no one will ever find him until his childhood friend does. A story about a never-ending yearning and the need to escape something bound to you by blood, at its core. Loving what hurts you, and running from what still lives inside you. jaeslut, 2025.

Benjamin has fled from his pack The Hellhounds and is now hiding amongst the humans. All he wants is to forget his past and live a normal, human life. For this to happen his pack must not find him and he must never find a mate. The future seems bright; he's found a job and has never felt attraction to anyone... until he meets Kellan. Kellan is the Blue King alpha's younger brother. He is violent and impulsive, a great warrior. The pack respects him, enemies fear him and he has all he could ever want. Because he doesn't want a mate. A mate means weakness, and weakness means death. But when he meets Benjamnin, death doesn't scare him as much as it should. This story contains rape and abuse, as well as suicidal tendencies. Also.... steamy sex ;)

Should you wait for your soul mate... or surrender to the fire burning in someone else's arms? That's the question haunting Houston. At 44, still mateless, he's suffocating under the weight of unmet destiny and aching, lonely nights. Desire simmers beneath his calm exterior - primal, raw, and unfulfilled. How long can he resist temptation before giving in to the hunger clawing at his soul? Keyland was born to lead - the next Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in the region. Power, prestige, and respect were his. But beneath his dominance lies a need deeper than command: the craving for his fated mate. And that absence makes him dangerous - and desperate. And then there's Austin - tangled in a wild, explosive affair with a dangerously seductive wolf who knows exactly how to make him moan and beg. But lust is a double-edged blade. Will Austin survive the heat... or get scorched by the flame?

When cold-hearted CEO Leonardo Blackwell's only light is his five-year-old son, he never expects a chance encounter at the mall to change everything. Max, still heartbroken over his mother's sudden departure, finds comfort in a soft-spoken stranger-Emery Vale, a beautiful young man who looks eerily like the woman who left them. Desperate to soothe his son, Leo tracks Emery down and offers him a job as Max's live-in nanny. Emery, battling his own struggles and a life-threatening illness, reluctantly accepts-unaware that this decision will entangle him in a world of secrets, luxury, and dangerously growing feelings. But as Leo's cold walls begin to melt under Emery's gentle touch, old flames reignite-Vanessa, the ex-wife who once used him, returns to claim what was never hers. With public scandal, emotional wounds, and a viral photo that threatens to unravel it all, Leo must decide: will he fight for the man who taught him how to feel again, or lose him to the chaos?