When Gabriel Angelo opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark basement. His arms were tied above his head and feet were barely touching the ground. His naked body was blooded and bruised. Moving was a pain, thinking was a torture, so the only thing he could do was helplessly look around the room. His gaze fell upon a metal cage, generally used to keep dangerous wild animals. Memories from ten years ago flooded his mind making him remember something he once forgot... Victor Cabrera is a mystery - one of the richest people in the country, only known for his very generous donations to charities and orphanages. Nobody knows where he came from or where he got his fortune from. He rarely appears in public unless it is an invitation from higher ups or other aristocrats inviting him to a special event. He is a saint to the ones he helped, and he is a menace to the one who are threatened by his capabilities. Women always surround him wherever he goes; even though he is gentle and charming with all of them, he chose none. The rumours had it that he is still grieving after his late wife. 'Good man' and 'a man with heart of gold' that is what people called him, but nobody knew his secret. Nobody knew the truth. Nobody knew about the room in the basement and what was hidden behind the closed door...

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

BoyXboy mpreg story (MATURE content begins almost immediately (kinda)) ... But when a rough sexy gravelly (insert sexy adjectives) voices roughly whispered "If you do not want me to take you roughly in front of all of these people I suggest stopping right now. I am barely holding back baby." ... Hunter Bradley was the weird little gay werewolf at his school in the eyes of others But when the alphas son gets back into town and claims Hunter as his own he isn't just some insignificant character in the pack anymore Highest Ranks 29 in gay Mature Content duh! Enjoy

"Will you reject me?" I ask, ignoring the lump that was forming in my throat. I fought the tears that were threatening to fall. Don't cry, please Hannah, don't cry. His green eyes looked like orbs of ice that stared straight through me. A sadistic smirk pulls up his lip and he puts his arm on my right side, blocking my escape route. "Reject you? That's an easy escape, don't you think?" his voice was as cold as his eyes, as his heart. "The moon goddess gave me you and I'll simply pay her for her kindness." his tone was laced with venom, hatred and disgust. "If she thinks that I can ever accept an Omega as my mate, she's damned wrong." "to those who grew up too fast" A/N: Hey there! Mind giving this story a chance? #1 Werewolf (09/24/2020) Thank you so much for giving this story a chance ♡

My hands are bound, both cuffed to either side of the bed. His lips dangerously caress my cheek, causing my neurones to explode into small buzzing symphonies. I snarl, my growl not doing anything to protect me. "Mhmm... I kinda like this position. You, handcuffed to my bed and me on top." His whisper makes my stomach slightly drop, the words making me forcibly close my legs at the sudden arousal that hit me. *** When Eva finds her mate, she knows that everything is going to change especially when her mate, Adonis, doesn't feel the bond. Adonis cannot understand why the little female keeps referring to him as his mate, but nontheless there was something about her that intrigued him. The only thing that's for certain is that there's a small primal part of him that wants to claim her, mark her, fuck her then tie her to his bed to continuously do it again and again. THIS BOOK IS NOT COMPLETE!!

First book in the Greek series. Who was this human, this very male human, that awakened his desire to feel again? If he were not a god himself, he would think the gods were playing with him.

BOOK ONE Demitri Inou is an assassin of the new government, molded and manicured into the perfect pet. Obedient and submissive, he'll do anything the Con Rồng tells him to because he knows the consequences of disobeying them, but even through years of torture and instilled fear, he remains somewhat defiant towards his handlers. Though he's lost all humanity, virtue, and hope of being free, he refuses to completely succumb to them, and uses his hatred towards them to fuel each assassination. Being the skilled killer he is, it isn't at all surprising when the leader of the Con Rồng sends him on a mission that could either end the new government or boost their following and power. A mission to eliminate the leader of the Phoenix Rebellion, Phoniks Vidroh. At first it seems like just another mission, another simple assassination, but things go terribly wrong, and Demitri finds himself smack in the middle of the rebellion, fighting against the strings that tie him to the Con Rồng, and the hope of freedom and safety with a childhood friend he'd always assumed to be dead. "... and even as the world is consumed in the flames of evil, the strong will continue to rise from the ashes." ((rated M, will contain explicit content, sexual themes, rape, blood, violence, & mature language.)) **cover art by ChiyoPurr on DA: https://www.deviantart.com/chiyopurr**

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.