"I'm going to breed you Elio. I'll fill you up with my cum over and over again, until it's dripping down your thighs and even then...i won't stop." Lucien Hale has been searching for his mate since he came of age. At twenty four he has a year left to find his mate before he's forced to marry to continue the Alpha's bloodline. Elio Bennett spends his days working at a bookstore and his nights working on his novel. All he wants to do is write. His whole life is turned upside down when he meet his mate who just so happens to be a man.

🔞"𝐌𝐲 𝐍𝐨𝐢"🔞 "𝑰 𝒅𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦-𝑰 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒-𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑰 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑰 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜." _____ Inthorn Thanawanich is a man feared even by monsters. Cold-blooded, untouchable, and worshipped like a god in Bangkok's darkest corners, he doesn't feel... not love, not pity, not mercy. Until the night he sees him-a trembling boy stepping onto the auction stage, clutching a worn bunny plushie like a lifeline. They call him Noi. Eighteen. Soft. Silent. Everything Inthorn isn't. Something about the boy pulls him in. Maybe it's the way he flinches from his gaze. Maybe it's the purity that doesn't belong in a place like this. Or maybe it's because, for the first time in years, Inthorn wants to keep something-not break it. But monsters don't know how to love. Only how to own. And as Inthorn drags Noi into his world of luxury, violence, and obsession, he begins to unravel in ways even he can't understand. Because in a life built on ruin, one innocent boy might be the only thing keeping the beast from burning it all. _____

"You're a monster," New whispered, tears trembling in his wide eyes. Tay leaned in, the scent of whiskey and expensive cologne suffocatingly close. "Then you should have run, Little Lamb. Because this monster just paid a high price for you." In the neon-soaked underworld of Bangkok, Tay Tawan is a name whispered with fear. He is the richest, most lethal shadow in the city-a man who controls empires with a blood-stained fist. To the public, he is a cold, calculating titan. But when the sun goes down, the mask slips. Tay drowns his demons in expensive bourbon and loses himself in the arms of dark nights, trying to forget a past that won't stop haunting him. He's powerful, he's dangerous, and he's spiraling out of control. New is a breath of fresh air in a world of smog. Adorable, polite, and possessing a heart too pure for the streets he walks on, he has spent his life protected by his own innocence. But innocence is a currency in the underworld, and New's father just spent it all. To settle a gambling debt that reaches into the millions, New is handed over like a trophy-sold to the one man who knows nothing about mercy. "I didn't buy you for your innocence, New. I bought you because your father owed me a soul... and yours was the only one worth taking." 🥇disorder 🥇new 🥇dark romance

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.

Rava Weston is the definition of the ideal son. He follows the rules, smiles when he should, and never causes trouble. His future is laid out-while he has just enough space to secretly chase his own quiet dreams of becoming a teacher, so long as he plays the role his parents expect. But when he's forced to attend a family summit back in Italy, everything starts to unravel. Because Gio Fontana will be there. Gio is reckless, magnetic, too rich for his own good. He's got cops who know him by name, and NOT because they're friends. His motorcycle is his greatest love, and rules don't seem to apply to him. He has a reputation that makes fathers lock their doors. Especially Rava's father. Rava and Gio, never got along. But this time, the tension feels like hunger more than hate. And as the days stretch on, Rava's perfectly safe world starts to slip through his fingers, because what's building between him and Gio is forbidden. Not just risky. And it might be the first real thing Rava's ever felt. 🥇 #1 - gay 🥇 #1 - rivals 🥇 #1 - enemiestolovers 🥇 #1 - forbiddenlove 🥇 #1 - lgbtfiction 🥇 #1 - bxb 🥇 #1 - bl 🥇 #1 - bxblove 🥇 #1 - boyxboy 🥇 #1 - biker 🥇 #1 - Italy 🥇 #1 - denial 🥇 #1 - angst 🥇 #1 - gaylove 🥇 #1 - gayfiction 🥇 #1 - fluffy 🥇 #1 - mxm 🥇 #1 - bisexual 🥇 #1 - gaycouple 🥇 #1 - love 🥇 #1 - mlm 🥇 #1 - funny 🥇 #1 - obsession 🥇 #1 - lgbtromance 🥇 #1 - traveling 🥇 #1 - fatalattraction 🥇 #1 - grumpyxsunshine 🥇 #1 - slowburn 🥇 #1 - queer Also available on Amazon, physical and Kindle version ✅ (with bonus spicy chapters)

After Li Meixing is executed by her lover alongside her family, she wakes up four years earlier and searches for a way to survive the coming conflict. ***** Li Meixing is living the perfect life. Her father is a powerful politician in the Qi Kingdom, and she is engaged to the charismatic new Emperor, Huang Siming. But at the Emperor's coronation, Li and her family are framed as traitors by and ruthlessly executed. When Meixing wakes up, she finds that she has returned to the day when she first met Huang Siming. Now no longer naive and knowing what is to come, Meixing must dive into the world of politics that she has always avoided in order to save her family from their terrible fate. If she fails, she won't have a third chance.

At the age of eighteen, everyone's blood changes colour. Whether it becomes blue, green or otherwise, the colour is either hereditary or a random, biological selection. However, when Pearl Damocles discovers that her blood is colourless - in a society where people are segregated by blood colour -, she travels to an institute for people like her with a handsome yet mysterious man named, Malik Ahmed. After months of training and planning - with a team of quirky, newfound friends and trained militants by her side - she decides begins to hatch a plan. One to bring everyone together, and abolish the inequality of the blood colours.

Book I This is a sample from the first draft of the now Published novel "Her Human Mate" now live and available for purchase on Amazon. It is available in paperback and ebook. "Abagail is the big bad wolf. Daniel is just an ordinary boy with ordinary baggage. He's a nobody in a crowd of somebodies. On a werewolves seventeenth birthday they are of age - which includes finding their destined mate. Turns out the bad girls mate is the nerd she never noticed. Abagail, for the first time in her life, cares - and she's afraid. There are more dangerous things out there then trying to woo your human mate. The big bad wolf is being hunted." #17 in werewolf #2 in love #1 in action #7 in bullying awareness Please be aware that this is the first draft of the novel and may have things such as spelling errors, incorrect sentences, vague plot and many more things that tend to come with someone's first draft. This is basically like my books skeleton 💀. First drafts are always some of the hardest to look at, but if you have written your first draft, then you're already closer to achieving your desires for your book! Find "Her Human Mate" on Amazon and many other works by E. Louise

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.