My name is Tristan Dearborn. I was a simple high school graduate. I didn't have many friends or made any, I didn't do much while at home except play Sims after finishing homework because that was my safe haven. However, all of that changed on the night after graduation. I was taken right out of my home by Jairus, a man who claimed his love for me. I didn't even get a say so in it, he just brought me to his world and said that I'd rule with him. Within my "rule" came the kind hearts of some...... and the cruel heart and misjudgement of his father. He made it clear that he doesn't want me to be his son's mate, but Jairus always proves otherwise. My name is Tristan Dearborn. I belong to a king.

Life for years have been easy for Nicholai. He doesn't have to worry about much. He has cars, girls, and all the attention he could ever want. Because of his family he has never wanted for anything. When he turns nineteen everything changes. Secrets about his family that he never knew and things about his life he finds out all on the most special day for him. To top it all off three new people come into town claiming to have some sort of connection to him. Who were these three people and what did they want with him? Join him as he figures out his new life filled with secrets, drama, and love? ***WARNING*** This story will contain a relationship between more than one people at the same time and is also a boyxboy. If that ain't your cup of tea then don't read. Thank you.

Declan and Owen have been together for as long as anyone could remember. They knew they were mates before they really even knew what mates were. An impromtu trip, suggested by their sister Rue, causes them to come face to face with something, or someone they never thought they would meet. Another mate.

Andrej wants a mate to love him. That's all he's wanted for a very long time. Simple right? Well not for him it seems. Will he ever find his other half?

Hermes the messenger god has finally found the attention of his biggest crush but it doesn't turn out the way he had hoped. Will he survive his eternal punishment of will Death get the best of him?

After searching for centuries Aphros and Bythos, demi-god brothers of the sea, have finally found someone that they want with everything in them. How will poor, innocent Aiden cope with the two men who claim they love him and want to share him? Can he handle everything that these two men want to share with him? How will he be able to handle these Otherworldly Brothers?

They're blood-thirsty. Every last one of them. Per the Agreement, however, all humans are assigned a vampire at birth. When they reach their age to serve, they must fill the role of a consort, feeding their vampire whenever needed. Unlike most humans, I was ready to be a consort. I was ready for my vampire, to serve him whenever he needed me. What I wasn't ready for? His kiss. A kiss that sparked into a flame. A kiss powerful enough to change the world. (**malexmale novel**)

As an immortal war brings humankind to the brink of destruction, the hope for freedom begins to fade to dust. Mortals everywhere ache for liberation, to rid themselves of the shackles binding them to the undead for 29 years of their lives. But one man refuses to turn away from the vampire assigned to him at birth. He is a consort - the last consort... ...and it is in his hands where the fate of mankind now rests.

"I like to pull on your hair, see you struggle to breathe, watch you reach your climax and then stop you from reaching your high." He said all of that without stopping and that made me shake in my fucking boots. "I-I, no?" I wasn't sure what to say when someone approaches you for a job and says that. "I don't like when people say no to me. I will be respected. You, Miles Stevenson, will respect me." His voice was cold as ice. His stare froze my insides. He got up from his desk and walked over to me in strong strides in a matter of seconds. He was dangerously attractive, his voice and tone were filled with a Russian accent, but it was barely there. Online, it read that his family was from Russia, he was born here but moved to America at the young age of 3. "You're a cute, small pet. I think I'll be taking you." He talked with no fear in his voice, he was straight-forward when he talked. His large hand came up to my face and his thumb stroked my cheek and then moved back to my hair and tugged on it a bit. I nudged my head back as a moan came out my throat and past my lips. "There we go, you little masochist." He licked his lips and came down to my neck, kissing my sensitive skin. My hands flew up to his chest but he smacked them away and grabbed them. Placing them above my head, his smirk only grew when I closed my eyes and groaned as his leg went up against my growing manhood. --- That got Hot. Maybe you should read the rest and find out what happens between a 22-year-old and hot Russian Millionaire Don. Or the one with a cute genius boy who just got out of a long term relationship comes for a job as an assistant with an older Russian Millionaire who doesn't take shit from anyone. {Gayyy, Slight S/m & Russian hotties) -- Ranks: #1 in #Death #1 in #TroyeSivan #1 in #Sadist #1 in #Masochist #1 in #Mobster #1 in #boyxman #1 in #gayfiction #1 in #Gay #1 in #Russia #1 in #Gayromance #1 in #LGBT -- Started: February 5th, 2020 Ended: June 4th, 2020

Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...