Everything was about to be different-but not the kind that breaks you. The kind you grow into. A good different.

"You're always talking about chocolate..." - his fingers slid under Sasha's chin, tilting his face up as he leaned closer, lips ghosting his ear - "but tell me, baby... would you let me find out if you're just as sweet?" Sasha blinking up at him, soft and wide-eyed, cheeks flushed: "Wha-? You're... you're weird," he mumbled, wriggling but not really pulling away, his little fingers gripping Dominic's shirt. Then, quieter, as his pout deepened. "...But you can't eat me. 'M not chocolate..." Dominic's lips curled into a dark, hungry smirk as he murmured back: "Oh, baby... you taste better than chocolate. And don't worry-" his fingers traced the line of Sasha's throat - "I don't plan on stopping at just one bite." ---- He was sugar in human form. Sweet. Fluffy. And a little messy around the edges. Sasha Clarke doesn't understand grumpy people - especially not the kind who glare at his chocolate cake like it personally offended them. But when a surly, sharp-eyed stranger mistakes him for his blind date and hijacks his afternoon, Sasha's world gets a whole lot more... interesting. Dominic Vale doesn't do sweet. Not desserts, not people, and definitely not wide-eyed little twinks who talk too much and lick frosting off their fingers without a care in the world. But there's something about Sasha - the way he giggles through his pouts, the way he makes everything soft and warm without even trying - that gets under his skin. He tells himself it's just a passing craving. But Sasha? Sasha plans to make sure Dominic gets hooked. A story of chocolate, sass, and a grumpy man who never stood a chance against sugar in human form.

Darian looked at the door when it opened and someone stepped out. Long dark blonde hair, green eyes that stared at him curiously. A guy? Or a Chick? He couldn't tell. His eyes flicked down to his chest-a guy that looks like a chick, great. Darian sighed and looked away tossing his bag on his bed. The boy walked to him and started politely. "Hello, you must be the new roommate" He mentally scoffed, he even sounds like one. "Do you need me to move anything?" The blonde pressed when he didn't reply. "No" he pulled out his phone, not even looking at him. "I'm not staying here" The boy blinked, mood slowly shifting "Oh... and why is that?" Darian finally looked up. "You know damn well why, why the fuck do have all these girl stuff in the room?" He looked at Darian's bed and all around Darian's side of the room before looking back at him, feigning innocence. "What girl stuff?" Darian's gaze hardened, he motioned vaguely to the other side "Those girl stuff" "Oh, you mean on MY side of the room?" He smiled. "It's fine. You don't have to design your side like that" "No shit. I'm not doing none of that" he brought the phone to his ear. "Can't even get a fucking normal roommate" he complained under his breath. The blonde rolled his eyes, unfazed, walking to his side. He pulled his sweater on, glancing at the Darian's back again before letting his towel drop and pulling his shorts on. Then he sat on his bed, legs crossed while the new boy talked on his phone. (Well that's the limits... interracial romanceee, just read to find outtt) I'm supposed to write a story before this but oh well. #1 🥇fluffandangst #1🥇 feminineboy #2 🥈white #8 masc #6 collegeromance

Shannon Cole has always survived by noticing what others miss. Numbers stick. Faces linger. Conversations don't fade. In the hood, that kind of mind doesn't stay unnoticed-it gets used. Shannon has become a quiet resource, passed between crews whenever something needs remembering, calculating, or confirming. He tells himself it's temporary. Just helping. Just staying afloat. Until everyone wants him. As gangs begin circling closer, access to Shannon turns into competition-and then into risk. Because when too many people want what you know, someone eventually decides you're too valuable to share. Tiger Laurent doesn't compete. He decides. Tiger runs things with calm precision, and when he claims Shannon, it isn't curiosity-it's control. Pulled out of circulation and placed under Tiger's watch, Shannon finds himself safer than he's ever been-and more trapped than he imagined possible. Protection blurs into possession. Use starts to feel permanent. And the more indispensable Shannon becomes, the harder it is to tell whether he's being kept alive... or quietly erased.

In which, Noah becomes Mar's white boy.

Rehusó (Refuse) Adrian has a reputation for being sarcastic, cursing non-stop, very lazy, and doing things to get under people's skin. He could be seen miles away with his silver dyed hair that he valued more than his life. After having enough with his bad manners, his wealthy parents decided a strict boot camp would help this rebellious seventeen year old. This camp had no idea the destructive tornado they were about to face... Every sergeant was put to the test against Adrian's strong personality...everyone except one. Sergeant Tristan. The young, strict leader that owned the camp and wasn't afraid of anyone or anything. His handsome, sharp features were something that quickly caught everyone's attention, but the serious expression he daily wore easily scared them away. Adrian wasn't going to let his true feelings show for this handsome devil without a fight and neither was Sergeant Tristan.. *********** Beautiful cover by @insomnia_everyday

Sequel to Taste of Iron. Atlas never imagined that he would date a criminal even in his wildest dreams, and now he was living with one. Atlas and Emil thought their journey would be smooth sailing- but read how friends, family, and old enemies add a dash of danger, a touch of trouble, and a kiss of spice to their lives. Story of a chef, a crime boss, and a cat.

All Giovanni wanted was a restart but with how his life was going he didn't believe that was a possibility. Now with the chance and everything he ever wanted at the palm of his hand how would he react. PS. This book contains no form of incest,

In the East Side Gang, Amir just so happens to be King's favorite.

On the eve of his seventeenth birthday Harry misreads an ancient spell that hurdles him through time and space where he becomes friends with none other than Tom Riddle. (boyXboy)