After being left for dead in the woods, Viper never thought he would find his happily ever after, not since the brutal murder of his best friend- his twin sister. Once he became the Capo of the most influential mafia, The Wolfe Pack, life became nothing more than blood, sweat, and tears. When he's sent on an assignment to gather intel on an illegal trafficking ring in his city, he wasn't prepared for his heart to start beating once again in his stone cold chest after laying his eyes on the blond Adonis beating his opponent to a bloody pulp in the fighting cage. After being orphaned at the age of 13, Dante was shipped off to a group home where he was raised till he chaptered out of the foster system. Dante was on a scholarship at the local university where he was approached by a scout wanting him to join his program, and he hopped at the chance doing the thing one he loved the most, wrestling. But after an incident that left him fighting for his life, he found himself forced into a life of servitude. Five years later, he's a shell of his old self, going through the motions and just trying to survive. Then one night, he's thrown into a room with a male with obsidian eyes who would change his life forever. But would it be for the better or worse? ___________________________ ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ This book is DARK, containing triggering themes and is NOT suitable for minors. This book is also about a relationship between two adult men. If that ain't your cup of tea then you better back out now because this is not the book for you. ----------------------

Complete on Dreame and Ao3 Elliot, Sawyer, and Teagan have been in a polyamorous bdsm relationship for about a year when they're asked to help train a new sub who has just joined their nightclub 'The Closet'. Beau, the new sub, never would've guessed how much of an impact he'd have on their lives, but once he shows up, there's a whole world of changes that await. Note: this book and the book 'Challenge' are in the same time, so you should read in order based on notes at the beginning of chapters. Warning: • VERY MATURE THEMES • Mental Illness • Abuse • BDSM (obviously)

Book 1 in Stray Series The world has not been kind to me, but that's okay. I don't need to live in luxury or comfort. My only purpose, my only goal, is to protect my children and give them the life I never had. I don't know how much longer I can keep them safe, though. The walls I've built for us are closing in, my efforts are in vain, and I'm not strong enough to help them much longer. I pray my son will be able to use what I've taught him to keep them alive. And protect them from the wolves that can't seem to leave us be. -This story has depictions of violence, SA, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #1 in "Werewolves" #1 in "Pups" #1 in "Omega" #1 in "AlphaxOmega" #1 in "Omegaverse" #1 in "Loss" #1 in "Soulmates" #1 in "Wolves" #1 in "BoyLove" #2 in "ManxMan" #3 in "BxB" #1 in "Hurt" #5 in "Alpha" #4 in "MxM" #4 in "Gay" #4 in "Shifter" #12 in "Werewolf" #10 in"BoyxBoy"

"Have you tried turning it off and back on again?" •• Christian Ivonov, CEO of Ivonov enterprises, had always been the best at fucking things up. Whether it be relationships, or company connections, nothing was too far out of his reach to ruin. Alexander Hamilton had always been the best at fixing things. Computers, to be exact. He wasn't sure how Christian got the impression that Alex could fix him too. •• A story in which a what should be anger management patient meets a functioning alcoholic, and they somehow manage to save each other. Book One of The CEO's Trilogy *This book is unedited

[edited version of Doctor for the Mafia] Ila Archer was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in New York. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility for the 'walking patient' incident. After a full month, Ila runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. ----- "Look, you're a doctor-" He started. "Was." I corrected. "I was a doctor." "You can still be," he said, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Look, you can work for us, and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital." "Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards. My face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he was gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."

Edward doesn't kneel. Not anymore. Not since the crash that took Lily. In the years since, he's built a life with no give. ER shifts, back-to-back. The sharp clarity of the hospital: white lights, clean lines, no chaos. No bruises. No rules. That part of him, the one that craved being owned, he buried under routine and fluorescent glare. Until Lance brings Sykes into his orbit. Sykes. Calm. Unyielding. With eyes that stay on him too long and hands that know exactly where to press. He doesn't ask Edward to remember. He doesn't offer a way back. He simply holds out the silence and waits to see what Edward will do inside it. What begins between them isn't romance. It's reclamation. A return to the part of Edward he thought he buried with her ashes. But his body remembers. The stillness. The ache that meant trust. And Sykes doesn't flinch from that edge. He stands on it, with Edward beside him, toeing the line between sanity and surrender.

Trigger Warnings: some erotic spanking, light consensual power exchange but not necessarily BDSM. Gun violence, fist fighting. Mention of sexual assault in the distant past that is not described in any detail or used as a tool for character growth. John has a hidden talent. With a little focus, he can see up to thirty seconds into the future and glimpse what is about to happen around him. He's used this ability to make a name for himself as a bodyguard that always keeps his clients one step ahead of danger. When he's hired by a rumored crime boss for the night, he hopes for an easy gig. What he gets is the start of a completely unexpected obsession that grips his heart and doesn't let go. Ambrose is a man with a purpose. He knows what he wants from life and gets it through patient planning and bloody work. On the night he is scheduled to take over and absorb one of the smaller crime families in the city, he hires a third-party security consultant that he heard about through the grapevine, John Finch. When John turns out to be anything but ordinary, Ambrose finds himself engrossed in the pursuit of a love unlike any other. Kinks: obsession kink, praise kink, a little bit of 'daddy' used as a term during sex, dominance/ownership kink inside the bedroom, gape kink.

Penpaling an inmate was not something Andre would ever do in his life until his best friend coaxed him into it. PREVIEW/SNEAK PEAK "W-Wait," Andre breathes as he takes a step back. Armand smiled showing his pretty teeth and dimples. They looked so much better in person was all Andre could think. He was taken away by Armand's beauty. "Mon Chéri, Did you miss me?" Armand rasped his deep tone doing something unfathomable to Andre. Taking a step inside Andre's apartment, Armand licked his lips as he followed Andre whilst closing the front door behind him. "W-When did you g-get out?" Andre quried. His heart banged loudly against his chest and his back hit lightly againt a wall as he was cornered by Armand. "Today, I came as quickly as I could, Because someone decided to pull a little stunt," Andre had thought hearing Armand on the phone was a turn-on automatically but hearing it in real life transcended him. "And h-how did you find out where I live?" Andre questioned whether he ever told Armand where he lived specifically in the city yet here he was. "Mon Chéri, enough with the questions," Armand growled clipping Andre's mouth shut. How dare he. He was lucky that he was too handsome to argue with. The camera from phones didn't do Armand no justice "Say, Andre, tilt your chin my way and part those pretty lips of yours and let me tongue fuck your mouth," he grunted making Andre gulp. Armand was very filthy on the phone calls and messages and Andre would of course entertain him but that was because he thought he would never get the chance to meet Armand in real life. Partially Armand being here was partly his fault. Because he had told the man that he wanted/thought to end their relationship. And the last thing Armand had sent was. "You're mine, Mon Chéri" Armand growled gripping Andre's chin. "Now part your lips before I bend you over," And just like that Andre parted his lips as his body trembled. Not with fear. But with excitement.

It began with a kiss. It was a New Year's Eve kiss that he wouldn't forget any time soon. - Bram doesn't like a lot of things. He doesn't like the fact that his boss is always calling him topside to switch on his computer. He doesn't like the way his boss stares at him. Bram doesn't like letting his little self go. He doesn't like being little. Xander Lupo has a lot of things. He has the respect, he has enough money to rule, buy and make his own country. He might be the head of the Lupo mafia family, he might be involved in drugs, guns and a lot of other things. He might have a lot. But he doesn't have a little. It takes a gun to his head, being at the wrong place and some stuffies to change his mind.

COMING SOON!!!! A PLUS SIZE MXM NOVEL. LOVING, OWEN. Owen Houton has always been ashamed of his body since he was young. It was never his parents who made him insecure about himself since they always told Owen he was perfect the way he was. It was the people around him and society who made him feel like an outcast. Saying he was too fat, too chubby, and that he needed to lose weight. Owen tried his best not to let their words and opinions affect him so much that he threw himself into finding a good job. Which he did landing himself at a good corporate company. But there was one thing that made him nervous, Elijah Reed. The man who decided it'd be best for him to have Owen at his side at all times. The man who decided to love Owen for every flaw and insecurity. The man who whispered nothing but sweet things into Owen's ear but thrusted himself so deeply into him, the next. Why would a man like him love Owen? ______ "Owen, don't do that," Elijah growled making Owen pause. What did he do? Elijah watches the chubby man frown pouting his lips. Cute. So fricking cute. "Don't bend down in front of me again," Elijah rumbled. Owen's eyes widen before his body quickly sulks. He must have disgusted Mr.Reed with the sight of his sloppy body. Looking at Owen, reading his expression and body language Elijah cursed himself and the boy for being so clueless. "I mean don't bend over in front of me again unless you want me to spank that sweet ass of yours," Elijah growled. Owen's heart stammered as he stared at the ginger-haired man in shock. "S-Sorry?" he muttered his cheeks blushing ferociously. Owen wouldn't say it out loud but he wouldn't mind if Elijah did that. __________ SHORT STORY!!!