VIKTOR POPOV He was like a fire igniting the tip of my cigar-a spark I didn't ask for, yet couldn't ignore. His smile, full of teasing marks and challenges, crawled under my skin. Somehow, it set me ablaze in ways I couldn't control. The way he openly taunted me, dared me, made me yearn for him. And I wasn't the type to yearn for anything-or anyone. I never cared what people thought. But one look at Connor, and I could feel something shifting inside me. Something dangerous. Something ravenous. And It's addicting. CONNOR MACKEY His silver eyes were like bullets, piercing straight through the armor I'd spent years perfecting. I'm an open book-but only the parts I choose to show. Most people don't care to read beyond the surface. But he does. Viktor Popov dares to read every line, every chapter. The ones I keep hidden. And I hate that it feels like he already knows how it all ends.

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"

She left him 2 years ago to go chase fame. He had no clue about how to raise or care for a child, let alone a girl. He needs help, his daughter needs a woman figure around. Now he's searching.. searching for that someone. Completed Nov. 9th 2020 Copyright 2018 ®️ Mixeddollrria

Nikolas Bellucci Aleksandr Mikhailov is dangerous. I didn't just see it-I felt it. Every nerve in my body screamed to run the moment his sharp green eyes locked onto mine. His stare wasn't casual; it was predatory, deliberate. Like he wanted to consume every part of me and leave nothing behind. What had I done to deserve his attention? I'm a nobody. I prefer shadows over spotlights. I don't want to be anyone's Donna, their treasure, or their little prince or princess. But Aleksandr? He doesn't care what I want. Even when his hands skim over my skin, making it impossible to fight back, impossible to breathe. Even when my traitorous heart races whenever he calls me his printsessa. I'm a man. The last mafia prince of the Bellucci family. Arranged marriages, political games-it's all supposed to be beneath me. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. But Aleksandr Mikhailov doesn't ask. He takes. And some part of me, despite everything, might just want to be taken. Aleksandr Mikhailov Nikolas Bellucci is a work of art-beautiful, dangerous, and far too proud for his own good. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him. My uncle Ivan always said, What a Mikhailov wants, he takes. Rules? Irrelevant. Boundaries? Meant to be shattered. Nikolas fights me, yes-but he'll break eventually. They always do. And when he does, I'll be there to catch him, to hold him, to ruin him until he's mine entirely. My printsessa.

Eight years ago, Chris Brown walked out of Veronica Ball's life with a promise: "I'll come back for you." He became a superstar. She became a mother. And somewhere in between... she lost herself. Veronica's life now is nothing like the future she imagined. Trapped in a toxic relationship with her son's father, hiding bruises beneath makeup, and doing everything she can to protect her five-year-old boy she hasn't felt safe in years. Until Chris comes home. One unexpected encounter in a grocery store at midnight is all it takes for every buried feeling to come rushing back. He sees the fear she tries to hide. He sees the pain she won't speak on. And he refuses to walk away again. But Malachi-her ex, her mistake, her nightmare won't let her go. Not without a fight. As rumors explode, secrets unravel, and danger tightens around her, Veronica finds herself torn between the man who hurt her... and the one who never stopped loving her. He left to chase his dreams. He returned to save her life. And even after everything she's still his.

A small-town country romance where southern charm meets big city dreams, follows possessive handyman Jace and nurse Nia as they navigate love and the life they never saw coming-built from the ground up, just for them.

Elijah has spent his whole life hiding his body , working odd jobs, avoiding emotional entanglements, never daring to trust anyone enough to reveal himself fully. Everyone sees the rough exterior: a towering man who works construction jobs and drives an old truck. Nobody sees the shy heart under it. Nobody has ever touched him - really touched him - and loved what they found. Until Dean. Dean moves into town after retiring from Military, setting up a custom furniture business. He's instantly drawn to Eli not because Eli tries to impress him, but because of the way Eli looks away every time Dean looks at him like he sees him.

With spending her young adult life working to pay off her debt as an escort at a private brothel, Venus has lost her zest for life. But when two men came with the intention to buy her, everything changes.

Rayn has always loved working on cars with his dad. When his Dad died in an accident, his world changed. His mom snapped and became abusive, but mentally and physically. Which left his body scarred and himself afraid of trusting. The night his mother attacked him with a knife was the final straw. He had been planning to leave home anyways after his 18th birthday which was only a few days away. He relocated himself clear across the country. In a new city Rayn finds himself a job at a local garage and begins to start over, but what awaits him? Goddric and Asami didn't expect to find their mate when they came to pick up Asami's car from their friends shop. What they seen of him made their hearts drop and their anger soar. One look was all it took to know that their mate had been abused. With it was recent or past they didn't know, but were going to find out one way or another. *This is a MXMXM supernatural love story so if you do not like it or have problems with mature love scenes between males, please do not read. You have been warned.* *This story has content that some may be triggers others so please read with caution.* This is my first time posting any of my stories publicly so please be kind. I hope you enjoy!

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."