Disclaimer - This book is 18+, so kindly avoid it if you get triggered easily. ---- No this wasn't supposed to happen, they were supposed to leave him alone like they promised. Then why? Why was he still in their bed, why hades was pounding him from behind. And lucius, he just won't stop kissing him. "Stop i-it" leon managed to say in between the kisses. They probably didn't like his resistance and the next thing he knew hades smacked his bare ass "shut up and don't you dare stop us leon" he warned and with that he started fucking him aggressively. Leon released a painful groan, now he was sure that both these father and son were crazy. ----- __Leon Smith__ - living in a small town with his grandfather, leon was always a good boy. He helped his grandfather in every work. They had a stable and beautiful life. His grandfather's dream was to get him in a prestigious college, and leon wanted to fulfill his deam at any cost. But leon had no idea that this dream would ultimately destroy his peaceful life. __Hades Romano__ - Power, position, respect, you name it and Hades Romano will already have it. But under his calmness and smiling face laid a dark personality, which strangely, a certain redhead named leon seemed to unleash every time they met. And weirdly hades's son had the same thoughts about the redhead. __Lucius Romano__ - He always got what he wanted, like a prince, but his father, hades, made sure not to turn him into a brat. Lucius had anger issues like his father but the only difference was hades was good at hiding it and lucius not so good. His world revolved around his father and learning business from him, that's it. But then who was this redhead, who just by one look shook his entire world. And now both father and son can't seem to take their eyes off of him. Too bad for Leon because Hades and Lucius are not letting him go anywhere, whether he likes it or not. Note - And don't worry there won't be any incest.

" do you think that you can get away with this doctor "squeezing my neck tighter cutting My airways i could only beg "p-please"i felt i second pair of hands pinching my nipples hard over my sweatshirt " A-ah n-no p-please im sor-rry" it's Akim i could guess them all without seeing them , a hard slap was directed to my thighs the third pair of hands can only be Alek s hard and rough with no mercy he was the roughest among them , reminding me to breathe Adrik let go of my neck , stepping away from me i was left with an aching need for their touch again not daring to look up " strip shlyukha" -Alek- "Or do you want us to help you ptitsy"-Adrik- " if we have to repeat ourselves for sure you're not going to like the consequences malenkiy malchik "-Akim- I had no choice i was having a peaceful life as a doctor i never much thought about getting married even if i was nearing my thirtys and i always cherished the silence in my cozy house, until these russian beasts came to ruin everything i called peace in my life . Slow updates

In a world ruled by Alphas, where Omegas and Betas were meant to serve, Mikhail lived in the quiet safety of his mother's love. He was a rare kind of Omega-mute, delicate, and unseen by the brutal world beyond their small cottage. His mother shielded him from the harsh reality of their hierarchy, whispering soft words into his ear as he traced the shapes of her lips with his fingers. But peace was fragile. One cold evening, his father returned-a man Mikhail barely knew, reeking of alcohol and desperation. With a cruel glint in his eye, he grabbed Mikhail's wrist, pulling him away from his mother's trembling arms. "You're worth more than you know," his father muttered, shoving him into the arms of a hooded stranger. Mikhail didn't need words to understand. He had been sold. Colton was a name whispered in fear, a beast draped in human skin. An Alpha whose touch left scars on both body and soul. He ruled with cruelty, his presence alone enough to make even the strongest Omegas tremble. Mikhail had heard of him. Everyone had. When he was thrown at Colton's feet, he didn't fight. He didn't beg. He simply met the Alpha's piercing golden eyes with silent defiance. The room was silent. Colton tilted his head, intrigued. "A mute Omega," he mused, his voice like gravel. "How will you scream for me?" Mikhail swallowed hard, but he refused to break. The Alpha's lips curled into a smirk, but there was no amusement in his eyes. Only hunger. Only the promise of ruin. "Let's see how long that silence lasts."

ENHYPEN is deeply obsessed with Sunoo, always protecting him, caring for him, and making sure no one else gets too close.

Neil Rajput-whose name means pure-is anything but it. Born the only heir to the Rajput mafia empire, Neil grows up surrounded by blood, guns, and loyalty bought with fear. Yet beneath the diamond-studded danger, he is sharp-tongued, shamelessly sassy, and dangerously honest about one thing: he is in love with Kartik Raizada, his personal bodyguard and his father's second-in-command. Kartik Raizada is everything Neil should never want-cold, ruthless, disciplined to the point of cruelty. A man who has killed without blinking and never allowed himself a weakness. Protecting Neil has always been his duty... and his curse. Loving the mafia prince is a sin he refuses to confess. When Neil finally dares to cross the line and confess his feelings, Kartik crushes him with a lie-I don't love you. The rejection is clean. Precise. Merciless. The next morning, Neil disappears. For the first time in his life, Kartik panics. The mansion feels wrong without Neil's laughter, his sharp remarks, his reckless warmth. Kartik searches, questions, threatens-but Neil's father remains calm. Neil, he says, has gone on a week-long picnic with friends. Kartik forces himself to believe it, even as guilt eats him alive. When Neil returns, he is no longer alone. He brings Siya with him-a cold, tomboyish girl with dead eyes and a lethal presence. Neil introduces her as his girlfriend, his voice light, his smile unreadable. Siya fits too easily into the mafia world, as if she belongs to it. Kartik watches from the shadows as something dark awakens inside him. Jealousy turns into possession. Possession turns into obsession. The man who claimed he felt nothing now burns with rage at every smile Neil gives her, every inch of space she occupies beside him. What Kartik doesn't know is that Siya is not what she seems-and Neil's "purity" was never innocence. in the mafia, denial is deadlier than desire-and the prince, Kartik tried to protect may become the one thing that destroys him.

Zane, an omega, belongs to the Salvatore's Second Family, a mafioso family. Although he is adopted, he is expected to become the future heir. However, his life takes an unexpected turn when he and his father storm the First Family's home with hopes of taking over. Unfortunately, it does not go as planned, and Zane gets captured by his alpha step-cousin whom he despises, Lorenzo, and Lorenzo's mate, Darius. This is a short erotica about how Zane's life plays out after he gets captured. WARNING: This is an MxMxM short DARK erotica story that involves an omega mafia heir who gets overthrown and is subjected to torture and confinement by his step-cousin and his step-cousin's mate, where he eventually gets bonded by them after suffering from Stockholm syndrome. PLEASE do not read if these topics trigger you. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. - wordcount: 15,000+ | First Draft | A Novelette

Title: THE ENIGMA'S DEBT Blurb: He paid the Devil for a night of pleasure. Now the Devil has come to collect. Julian Romanov is the "Ice Prince" of Russia. Arrogant. Untouchable. And secretly dying. To the world, he is a ruthless Alpha heir. In reality, he is an abused Omega hiding his nature with illegal suppressants that are slowly poisoning his blood. One night of freedom in Italy led to the biggest mistake of his life. He slept with a stranger, left a stack of cash on the nightstand to insult him, and ran away before dawn. He thought he would never see the man again. He was wrong. The stranger was Luciano Rossi-the most feared Enigma in Europe. A man who doesn't forgive insults. And he has just arrived in Moscow to sign a deal with Julian's family. Luciano doesn't want ports. He doesn't want weapons. He pulls a crumpled, blood-stained bill out of his pocket and smiles. "You treated me like a whore, Julian. You thought you could pay for my time?" Luciano leans in, his Enigma scentm suffocating the room. "Keep your money. I'm going to take something else. I'm going to own you until you beg me to stop."