حين بدأ اكسل يبحث عن عمل في بعض الإمكان كان يريد العمل في مقهى فقط ولكن لم يجد مقهى يناسبه للعمل به جميع المقاهي لديها عاملين كافين وأكثر، لذى وجد اعلان عن العمل كخادم فذهب إلى المكان ولكنه صدم بوجد قصر عملاق مع حراس في كل مكان ولم يكن يعلم أن في ذلك القصر ثلاثة أسياد مرعببن وان ما ينتظره هناك ألـــــهــــــوس هو ما ينتظره من ثلاثة إخوة لم يكن يعلم بأمرهم ولا هم يعلمون بأمره

المنبوذ الحقيقي في عالمٍ تموج بالمخلوقات الغريبة، وُلد طفل لأب ألفا ، يحمل قوة لا يعرف أحد حدودها... كل من يلمسه يسقط ميتًا. هربت به والدته قبل ان يعرف والده واخوته بقوته ، لكنه وجد نفسه وحيداً بعدها، محاطاً بساحرات اعتبروه فرداً بينهم. وبقي والده الزعيم الألفا يبحث عنه بهوس جنوني بعد سنوات ... زار ابنه القطيع لتحالف و وقف امامه كإبن لساحرة قوية تخفي هويته ماذا سيحدث حينما يلتقي بوالده واخوته؟ هل سيبقى منبوذًا إلى الأبد، أم سيُعيد تشكيل مصيره بين الموت والسلطة والقوة؟ تحدث بهمس ساخر : "القتل الفوري؟ لا أريد ذلك" كيران~ (خالية من العلاقات المحرمة)

A Note to My Readers: This novel explores complex and, at times, dark relationship dynamics. It features a possessive and toxic relationship and includes specific kinks, such as the use of the term "Daddy." This is a fictional work, and these elements are integral to the story I have chosen to tell. I have received feedback from readers who are uncomfortable with these themes, but as the story is already complete, it will not be changed. If this content is not for you, I sincerely and respectfully encourage you to choose another book. My goal is for readers who enjoy these tropes to find the story, and for those who do not, to avoid it. Thank you for your respect and understanding. "Why is Sage always testing my patience?" Thane growled, his voice low and menacing. Mrs. Jenkins didn't dare breathe, fearing that any sound would only enrage Thane further. She watched as Thane stormed out of the office, his eyes blazing with fury. As Thane emerged from the building, he spotted Nick, his driver and bodyguard, waiting by the car. "Drive me to Sage's school," Thane ordered, his voice still dripping with anger.

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.

"So... where were you, little kitty?" His voice was quiet, too quiet... each word slicing through the air as he flipped through the papers without even looking up. "I-I was..." My voice broke, barely a whisper. Something about his calm made him even scarier. He finally set the papers aside, eyes lifting to meet mine. "You look nervous." The corner of his mouth twitched.. not quite a smile. "Don't be. I don't hurt good boys." That tone... gentle, dangerous, patient. "Now," he said, leaning back in his chair, gaze steady. "Come here." I hesitated, taking one step forward. His eyes sharpened. "Crawl." ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Started - 13th February 2025 Ended - ???

"This makes me wanna fuck you. Makes me want to bury my dick in that sweet ass of yours." ------------------ Eli Summers is a young psychiatrist assigned to Kairo Vance, a high risk patient and ex convict in blackthorn psychiatric hospital covered in tattoos and scars and has only known violence From their first session, he fixates on Eli posessively One look. One scent. One quiet hello And then an Obsession began to build up One so suffocating and terrifying that there was no escape route for Eli Even if he decides to run away And the question isn't whether Kairo is going to change It's whether Eli can survive loving the man who once terrified him And whether Kairo can become someone worth staying for even when enemies from his past start coming in

"I need to get out of this city fast." Eli who is 21 years old hasn't been living the easiest life. He recently moved out & away from his abusive dad and signed up for a dorm in his college the second he had the opportunity to do so. He had a goal to graduate from college and leave the city that has been giving him nothing but painful memories & false hope. But that goal was crushed when he soon met his best friend who is also his crush. Eli found out that his best friend Xavier is gonna be his teacher at the college along with his 3 husbands. He's been trying to move on from Xavier after finding out he got married to 3 men but little did he know ignoring Xavier was the biggest mistake he made because Xavier wouldn't let Eli go easily this time. Now Eli knows he is fucked & this is only the beginning of his nightmare.

Andy realizes the hard way that he's too pretty for prison. Unfortunately he's already caught the eye of the most dangerous inmate in Third Block. [COMPLETE] Warning: Dark Romance, Obsession, Prison

Alone. Naked. Cold. Covered in blood that is just as likely to be mine as someone else's. I don't know who I am, where I am, or what I'm running from. All I get are flashes, snippets of dark shadows, sneering faces. Pain always follows these nightmares, these memories. I was found, taken in, but I have no way of knowing if I only escaped the frying pan just to jump into the fire. I don't understand these people, these wolves. They don't understand me, either. Our words mean nothing to each other, they're no more than sounds. We use gestures, facial expressions, body language like the beasts we seem to be. I can only pray these beasts are not the same ones I'm running from. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Ice" #3 in "Werecat" #18 in "Loss" #19 in "Neko"

What happens when an orphaned human gets five of the most powerful mates? Chaos, obviously. Ethan and his mates struggle as they work out a dynamic that suits everyone involved. With humans rare to find and a world overrunn by monsters, it can be a little tricky. Family and power will get in the way. A War on its way. Will they be able to make it through?