[Complete] A mxmxm, mobster threesome story: I have been pretending that I didn't know. I've been pretending that I believed his lie that he was just a simple businessman. But I knew the truth. I knew the truth because we have been friends for ten years now, and these things, you just don't overlook. I've known my best friend since we were fifteen. We've lived together since we were sixteen. It's hard not to see the changes in someone when you see them every day, every night. But he seems to believe that he's had me fooled. But that's alright. I had my own secret too. I was in love with my mobster best friend. A/N: This is a story of a romance between three men. Feel free to click away to another story if this is an uncomfortable topic for you. Best Rankings: #1 in malexmale #1 in gay #1 in threesome #2 in hurt #9 in comfort

With a flick of the wrist and a slip of her cloak, Sly can steal a coin right from under a noble's nose. But when her brother and their band of rogues catch the attention of a prince, she may find herself in a sea of deception that just might drown them all. Unless a certain goddess of mischief intervenes...

In a society rebuilt from the ashes of the Great War perfection isn't just expected-it's law. Every woman turning 20 is entered into The Marriage Process: a government-mandated matchmaking ritual where four men are hand selected by the government to ensure that their children would be perfect in the new society. It's a tradition that has never failed-until the arrival of Juniper Burks. Labeled a government mistake since birth and abandoned by her own parents, Juniper never thought she'd have to partake in the government-issued love game. She believed that since she was unwanted by the people who were suppose to love her unconditionally, so much so that they left, she would simple be exempt from participation. After all, no one would want her failed genes reproducing in society bent on becoming the strongest once again. But Juniper is dead wrong. Not only is she brought into the process, she is assigned the top four, most elite men to win her hand. Is this her redemption... or has the government issued another experiment bound to fail? BOOK ONE OF THE UNWANTED BRIDE TRILOGY- -Ranked #1 in GirlxBoy 11-7-2023 - 11-9-2023 -Ranked #1 in Dystopian Society 12-29-2022

Blamed and accused of every miss deed, from natural disasters to stealing the young love a spoiled daughter of a nobleman. Emmy's life turned upside down when the whole world turned their backs on her. Living her life as the villain in everyone's eyes, she is hated on, despised, and cursed at. However to Emmy, if they want her to be the villain. She'll be play that role. She'll become a villain and live her life without reservations. She'll say what she'll want to say. Do what she wants to do. Eat what she wants to eat. Sleep with whoever she wants to sleep with. She'll live her life freely, the way she wants to live it. If they want to blame her and make her into a villain. Then she'll be it. Just as long as they leave her alone. However should they come knocking on her doors, she'll live up to those villainous rumors and make it reality. **Warning**Extremely mature content

THE DEAD DO NOT SPEAK. For years I coexisted with the living, but my life has forever known the waking shadows of death. As a clairvoyant, I wield a rare gift to communicate with spirits abandoned to wander in search of liberation from the lives they once belonged to. A gift I must use to find answers after being condemned for my mother's mysterious murder with the assistance of a lost soul, having latched herself to mine. When my estranged father demands me to enroll in the prestigious academy he once attended, Raven Oak Prep, we learn there are secrets hidden within its beautiful walls and paved with bad intentions. Secrets someone wants me to find. Seeking the truth proves difficult when the Student Council marks me as the enemy. Four beautifully, shattered boys hiding behind their masks to play out my brother's revenge in retribution for my mother's untimely demise. When their wicked games, and my morbid investigation becomes entwined, a shared connection is discovered that may just wake the ghosts of both our pasts. DEATH FOLLOWS US. After the falsified suicide of our girlfriend, we made a vow in the name of our brotherhood to uncover the truth. In the years since, we established no leads. Time turned us into monsters. We lost hope and said Fuck You to redemption. Until Beau's sister entered the doors of our academy with secrets that rivaled our own, unbeknownst she brought a depraved serial killer to our doorsteps set on murdering our students in a twisted game. His name? He calls himself Monster. Riddle after riddle the hunt against time to unmask Monster and understand his motives, grows, as he leaves a pile of bodies whispering old tales and written in ciphers. Who will be the next one? It seems history does repeat itself. We're all pretty monsters with secrets to kill for. No one and nowhere is safe. But what if the villain of this story was never the villain at all?

His chest glistened with water droplets dribbling down the glowing bronze skin. Resting, his strong muscular back against the rocks on the lake side, head lulled backwards, onyx eyes closed in utter salvation. "Your spying on me is utterly useless young tulip." Ink eyes opened, resting upon my little frame making me freeze. "What are you thinking? You have got this one chance....run away." He offered his eyes watching my each and every movement like a hawk. "I am a prisoner sire, I have heard stories....tales of how war prisoners are mercilessly butchered if they are caught and I can't afford to die....not yet...I have someone to feed and I will do anything for them." "Anything?" He asked in eerily calm voice. I nodded slowly a lump forming in my throat as my eyes glistened with tears with the scenes of men using my eighteen year body flashed infront of me making me tremble. Water splashed around as he rose to his full height inside the lagoon, his eyes solely focused on me, his feet moving forward, closing our distance altogether. "Azarios" I stiffened, my eyes snapping to his in utter surprise as I heard the name leaving his plump lips. His identity, the name which echoed throughout the dynasty making every living soul shudder. Killer Commander Beast He was the commander of Gladiators. Azarios, the Gladiator of Ambrose. "You will be the bride of mine." "You are my enemy, my contender, the person I hate with everything....every fibre in my soul." she fumed. "Too bad then... you are the person I love with every cell in my body." *No toxic relationship*

(A Reverse Harem) Leda Jenson is a lot of things. A great decision-maker is not one of them. Stupidly drunk one night, Leda encounters a strange man at a casino who challenges her to a game of Russian roulette in exchange for fifty thousand dollars. Too drunk to think it through, and very much desperate for the cash, Leda goes along with it. As expected, it doesn't go well, and she dies a miserable death. At least, she's supposed to. Hours later, Leda finds herself in the complete opposite position: very much alive and in a brand new world. From a wolf-like human and toucan necromancer to charming princes and card-inspired kingdoms, the world of 'Annadia' is far from what she expects. And it turns out the secrets it has to offer are far deadlier than a simple life or death game. *** FEATURED ON: @Fantasy (Isekai) | March 2026

"Jealous?" "Why would I be?" "Because I know your fantasies." He argued. I leaned closer to him, smelling his overwhelming scent. "And I'm appalled at how they are just that. Fantasies." He smiled and leaned closer, piercing through my eyes with the blue of his. I wanted to grab the dagger beneath my pillow and kill him already. "Are you now?" He answered, coming dangerously close to me. He brought his hand up to lift my chin, our noses touching. Gods, help me. I want nothing to do with this man. I really don't. He hates me, and I hate him. Our banter is not just banter; there's always a sense of truth in between, and that's what makes it all the more addicting. - THE GOD is the master of death and darkness. Lore, previously known as Hades, rarely ever visited the mortal realm. As the gods get involved in a war against the rebellious uprising amongst the dark angels, he must work together with a group of immortals, a ruthless and serpentine assassin being one of them. THE SHADOW is a half-breed. Left destitute at seven and made a killer eleven years later, she leaves destruction and death wherever she walks the mortal realm. Forced into a team unit as punishment for her insolent behavior, she must work with the god she grew to admire and learned to hate. Alliances built on lies and hatred are inevitable to fall. Who will win in this game of the gods? (Modern Retelling of the story of Hades & Persephone)

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Spencer Hazlett has spent his life in boarding schools. But as he starts his junior year of high school, he's also starting at a brand new school: The Arthur Hawking Academy. Due to a mixup with roommate assignments, he's stuck rooming with the school's most well-known rivals, Marcus Price and John Masters. Spencer would have been able to handle staying clear of the two of them as they fought and competed, but they both just happen to be incredibly attractive and Spencer's not sure he wants to stay out of their way.