MM ROMANCE | (Male x Male) Zack Milers, a 21 year old simple student living alone, away from his family. He has friends, social life and everything that a person needs to live. His life has the perfect, calm flow, going to university in the morning, doing part time in the night and even going to parties with his friends on weekends. However that flow turns into uncontrollable waves when he finds a box with a note on his bed. 'From your shadow' Shadow, his personality is exactly like his name. The name he choose for himself. No one notices his presence, his work leaves no hint behind. He prefers to be alone, away from the eyes of the people but when his eyes land on Zack for the first time, he can't look away. Something about the boy pulls him in. Wanting to know more about the eye catching boy, he starts following Zack like a shadow but can a shadow disappear too easily? No and Zack knows it too well. "I'm your shadow. No matter how hard you try to get away from me, I will follow you. Your existence means my existence." A low whisper rings in the dark room, barely making it to my ears. He stands there in the darkest corner of my room where I can't see him. He knows how to hide himself too well. "Where ever you'll go, I'll come behind you." His rough voice sounds chill running all over my body. started 11 December 2024 #1 psycho #1 spicy #1 possessive #8 gay romance #2 stalker #2 intense #4 manipulation #1 mmromance #14 lgbtpride #15 gaylove

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.

Tang Ziyou was reborn. In his previous life, he gave everything to his fiancé, actor Gu Jiuci, but he could not get the other party's love. In this life, Tang Ziyou decided to let go. He took off the ring on his hand, moved out of Gu Jiuci's house, returned to the entertainment industry, and proposed to dissolve the marriage contract. Gu Jiuci was born in a wealthy family, handsome, had countless suitors, but he was engaged to Tang Ziyou. A friend asked him: "How does it feel to be engaged?" Gu Jiuci's thin lips lightly opened: "Annoying." Knowing that Tang Ziyou wanted to dissolve the marriage contract, his friend raised his glass to congratulate him: "Now you aren't annoyed." Gu Jiuci's face was as heavy as iron, not only irritable but also flustered. . . . Gu Jiuci: "We were engaged when we were young." Tang Ziyou: "Outdated bad practices, you said, I understand." Gu Jiuci: "I am your fiancé." Tang Ziyou: "Fiancé does not equal husband, I know what you said." Gu Jiuci: "I don't agree to dissolve the marriage contract!" Tang Ziyou: "A marriage contract is just a marriage contract, and you don't like it. I remember what you said." Gu Jiuci: ...how can I beat myself to death! . . . Gu Jiuci discovered that Tang Ziyou really didn't care about him anymore. Not only did he not care about him, but he also became popular in the entertainment circle and was liked by more and more people. His brother: "You are not the only child in our family. Marrying me is also an option." His friend: "Don't harm Xiao You, I will treat him well, don't worry." Gu Jiuci was impatient: "Who said I don't like him, stay away from my wife!" Tang Ziyou: "Don't talk nonsense, we're already separated." Gu Jiuci: "Never separate, never separate! I will listen to you from now on, Xiao You, so don't dissolve your marriage contract with me ok?" Tang Ziyou: "Heh."

{ Mashle x 𝘽𝙐𝙉𝙉𝙔! Male reader } ❝𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐎𝐖.❞ ✧Set in a magical world in which an individual's position within society is defined by their power and skill with magic. A remarkable anomaly emerges. A rabbit, endowed with the intellect and self-awareness of a human. 𝗛𝗲 wandered alone, as a little bunny, surviving on whatever he finds... Until, one day, when he woke up...He found himself in a 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 form. Realizing he was anything but a bunny...He was a human. A twisted fate. As he soon begins to struggle with his new body as a human...But he soon encounters another human...An elderly man, who took him under his wing. However, as he grew older, he realized how much of an 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲 he was to human society.

𓂃. ࣪⋆🔪˚ ༘ 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𖦹 . ⋅˚₊. .✦ ݁˖ ❝Don't let your heart wander far away from its true owner.❞ ˚˖ 𓍢ִ໋ 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 ˚ You've always thought of yourself as normal; at least compared to the deranged members of the cult that took you in after the apocalypse nearly killed you. But as the days dragged on, your resolve began to crack, and your mental health began deteriorating rapidly because of a certain god who seemed to adore you far too much. 𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒 ⋆˚𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ ━━ ( ❝HIGHEST RANKINGS❞ ) ➤ #01. Religious || 04.1.25 ➤ #01. Worship || 6.10.25 ➤ #01. Originalstory || 7.24.25 ➤ #01. Malereaderinsert || 12.29.25 ━━ ( ❝CREDITS❞ ) © religious psychosis ➤ yuzhong © 宗教精神病 ➤ 羽中

★ ⋮ 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 ⸝⸝ everyone knows that alexander saint lazarus is something special, childhood spent dragging lacklustre australian ice hockey teams into victory year after year with nothing more than sheer willpower and a distinct distaste for any other medal than gold. an nhl legacy is basically written in the stars as the trajectory of his existence barrels towards being one of the greats. that is until he meets shane hollander and ilya rozanov outside of an ice-rink in saskatchewan and his entire life is spun off course. ★ ⋮ 𝙤𝙧 ⸝⸝ prodigies rarely do anything by half, even if that means secretly hooking up with both of your biggest rivals for the majority of your star-studded ice hockey career (shane hollander x male! oc x ilya rozanov)

Tìran, the younger brother of Tsu'tey, was raised to be a warrior of the old ways-unyielding, proud, and fiercely loyal to Hometree. During the destruction of the clan's home, he vanished without death or song, his spirit never returning to Eywa. Trapped in a forgotten Sky People chamber for fifteen years, Tìran awakens to a world that has already grieved him. His brother is dead. His clan has changed. And the man tied to the fall of Hometree now leads their people. Tìran carries his grief like a weapon. He loves Neytiri as a sister, but his anger toward Jake Sully burns too deep to be soothed-an unbroken root from a forest that no longer exists. All character aged up so like: Aonung: 19 Tìran: 19 Neteyam: 19 Rotxo: 18 Lo'ak: 17 Tsireya: 17 Kiri: 19 Tuk: 9

A/N: Had a bout of inspiration; may edit and then republish some time later after finishing writing another story, since I'm more focused on my other book -- [BL] Videre -- at the moment. Nonetheless, cheers to good reading and writing~ I'll brew this story first. I wanted some sweet and fluff in contrast to my other work. Book cover is atrocious btw, I know, lolol. I'll change that when I'm more focused on it. Just ignore like I do. Hehe~ _+_+_ Yu Yan is a curious little thing. Bridal classes? Easy. Archery? Swordsmanship? Martial arts? Horseback riding? Are kidding him? His father is a General! Unfortunately, Yu Yan had to marry the Emperor when his father, the mighty General, had died. With the pernicious palace life suffocating him, he had unexpectedly died before he could successfully run away. Hm? But what's this? It isn't the end? He's not dead yet? God: Hello, transmigrator~ Congratulations for successfully passing the screening of becoming a Heaven's part-timer! You have been chosen among a million of your peers and will be given a chance to reincarnate a different world of your choosing. We guarantee lots of benefits~ Of course, you can also decline and reincarnate back at your old world. Now then, what will you decide? Yu Yan: Can I be a doctor at that new world? God: Of course, of course! Whatever you want, you can be as long as you can protect, monitor, and stimulate the son and daughter of that world~ Yu Yan: Can I retain my memories? God: Anything you want! We can even retain your own body and just insert you into the world's trajectory. Now, please choose which book or world trajectory you want to work on~ Yu Yan after he transmigrated into the book: ....This isn't what I signed up for. Prince Gazef: I'll let you be my private doctor. I'll provide anything and everything you need and want. I'll be your sugar daddy if you want. Yu Yan: ...Alright, I'll stay after all.

"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

"Beautiful." The man mumbled. And then he was being yanked away from me before I watched my soulmate grab his throat and push him up against the same wall I had been pushed up against. In fact I hadn't even realized my soulmate had moved me off the wall and behind him, not until he was growling out at the man under his hold. "Don't you dare fucking touch my soul mark again." My soulmate seethed. "Your soul mark?!" The other thrashed under the tightening grip of my soulmate. "Look at his wrist. That's mine!"