Theo Moretti, a 27 years old feared and emotionless mafia enforcer, lives a life of violence, control, and isolation.. Peter Antonio is 18 but seems younger. An autistic. He lives in a world of his own, filled with colors, textures, and imaginary friends. He's non-verbal on some days, overstimulated on others, and always unapologetically himself. To Theo, Peter is confusing. To Peter, Theo is terrifying-but interesting. Their journey is not easy. Various threats, sudden ambushes and loss of more strength. But they hold on to each other like an anchor. Believing it will end and they can live happily ever after. But only one thing matters. As long as Peter Antonio is by his side, he will burn the whole world for him. Just to see the boy's smile. His giggles. His passion of drawing. MLM

Knox has spent years perfecting the art of not giving a damn. He has spent his whole life keeping people at arm's length, working late shifts, smoking through the exhaustion, and surviving each day with the numb detachment of someone who learned too young that caring only leads to pain. The art club he joins for extra credit is supposed to be just another chore. Instead, he founds a new obsession and four artist that, turns out, aren't as bad as he thought. Knox doesn't want redemption. He doesn't believe in healing arcs or clean endings. But as the weight of his past presses closer, and the present demands choices he can no longer postpone, he's forced to confront a question he has never allowed himself to ask: What happens when running is no longer enough?

Jonathan hasn't been honest a single day in his life. All his friends, his smiles, and his zest for life are just a way of lying to himself and everyone else. Did he have a bit of an addiction to alcohol and tobacco? Maybe. Was he incapable of eating a single full plate of food a day? Perhaps. Did he live with an abusive, drug-addled father 24/7? True. But he was okay, because he was Jonathan. And Jonathan was the happy kid, the life of the party, and he didn't have any problems in life. Right? Sending him to an institution with five other boys in equally deplorable mental states is just an excuse for him to run away from home, not because he needs it. Obviously. The important thing is that Jonathan will continue to be perfect...until he isn't.

Aris' entire life changes when he discovers he has a heart condition that could be fatal if he doesn't receive a transplant. Eager to speed up the process and attempt to go into private hospital care, he takes on all different jobs to put away every penny he has to save his life. When the chance to become a nanny to a sassy five year old girl arises, Aris knows he's out of his depth with lack of experience. But when he finds out the employer is willing to pay fifteen hundred a week, it's an offer he cannot turn down. Nick is a grumpy, single father who cannot juggle the work-life balance. Desperate to find someone to help look after his daughter, Elodie, to give him the chance to launch his new business app. All he wants is someone he can trust. As Aris walks into his life and straight into this job, Nick is adamant he won't last a day with his cheeky daughter who has no filter. But when an unlikely friendship grows and Aris works his way into Elodie's heart, Nick notices something is beginning to spark in his too-despite telling himself to keep their relationship professional. Lines begin to blur with family outings and endless late nights. Aris knows he needs a new heart but he didn't expect Nick to completely steal it instead. TROPES - single dad / nanny - grumpy / sunshine - Aris falls first, Nick falls fucking harder - forced proximity - chronic disease/illness rep - spicy scenes - dual POV

"W-wh...what are y-you doing?" I asked with fear in my eyes. "The thing which I should have already done but haven't done it yet" he replied. My heart was beating faster than ever. I was not ready for this. I knew what he was talking about. I never wanted this to happen with me. I tried getting down from the bed and running but he grabbed my legs and pulled me back. He started hovering me. "J-Je..Jess, I am r-really so-sorry. Please d-don't do any-anything to me" I begged him folding my hands and crying. "Do you think apologizing now is gonna help you. You should have thought about this before running away." He said without caring for my words. "Pl-please. I promise that I-I will ne-never do this again. Just give m-me one mo-more chance" "It's good that you have realized your mistake. But now it's too late" . . . What will happen to Kim Hwi's life, a 20 yr old Korean student studying in a prestigious university in USA because of his scholarship, when he will come across the most furious mafia of the country, Jess Davenport. Jess Davenport is a 26 yr old mafia of the city. Everyone knew of his vicious and inhumane deeds which is why they were all scared of him. He have money, power and strength. He had several intimate encounters or affairs in his life but never had a serious relationship with any of them. He was bisexual which means he was attracted to both sexes and can swing both ways. In short he used to get whatever he wanted in his life. Will his barbaric nature change into a soft hearted one after his encounter with Kim Hwi in his life? Those who are uncomfortable with gaylove or mature content may kindly feel free to skip this story. But if you are a fan of this kind of stories then please enjoy this journey. Thank you!!😊

The name is Julian Fletcher, a 22 year-old college student with a big secret. He's an Omega. From the moment he had presented as one at the age of 16, he had been using suppressants to not go into heat. He hated the fact he was a weak omega. But when he goes home to his parent's house for the holidays, he stumbled upon Adam Quinn. The tall, handsome man that makes him feel things he has never felt before... What will happen when because of a sudden heat he had never experienced and one night of passion with said man leaves him with even more secrets? How long can he keep these secrets that are building up and what if they both have secrets for each other, dangerous ones at that... (contains smut!! be warned )

This story includes BDSM and is recommended for 18+ and mature audiences. Damon Steele. It's all Cyrus Frehley has known for the past year. Cyrus watches, follows, and all around stalks Damon - "sometimes." Cyrus loves Damon's personality, sense of fashion, tattoos, face, voice, and of course Damon's super manly man body. Cyrus wishes he could see the man naked, but he can only imagine that in his dreams since he'll never get to know Damon personally. Cyrus on the other hand is a stick compared to Damon. He's what people call a "nerd" with his shaggy, black hair and black-framed glasses. He even uses his hair as an advantage to sneak peeks at Damon from afar during class. One Friday night, Cyrus decides to follow Damon out of campus grounds for the first time. He tails behind Damon and is not so surprised to watch him enter a club, but unfortunately for Cyrus, it's a club which only members are allowed to enter. So he buys a pass the very next day in hopes to see Damon and does, but it's not exactly what he expected to find. There on the ground kneeled a naked Damon - gagged, caged, and leashed. ‎𐮜𐮜𐮜 Warning: This story contains rape, not done to the main characters, but to two of the side characters later on in the story. This story is not very drama-filled nor plot heavy(?). I just kinda wanted to write a story with the two main characters' dynamic and do some "normal day-to-day" life sort of vibe. 6/16/25 - 11/7/25

I look up at Todd's window and grimace when I see him gently pushing Jennifer into his room. So that's where he went. My stomach clenches painfully as I watch him pull her in for a slow kiss and I quickly drop to the floor when he suddenly breaks off the kiss and looks directly at me. The last thing I need is for him to think that I'm being a creeper and spying on him. I hold my breath for a few seconds before cautiously peering over the edge of the window, looking into his room. My mouth goes dry as I watch him peel off his shirt and throw it onto the floor behind him. I didn't realize he was so buff. I knew he was athletic, but I didn't expect him to have a six pack. Licking my dry lips, I watch in envy as Jennifer says something to him, making the muscles in his stomach contract and release as he laughed with her. I shake my head. She has no idea how lucky she is. I'd kill to be her right now. I mean, Todd's attitude leaves a lot to be desired, but that doesn't stop him from being the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. It must be the contrast between his dark hair, tanned skin and bright blue eyes. And those muscles. Wow. I suppose his attitude could be fixed. Definitely. It's a little magic trick called duct tape. WARNING: This book will contain Boyxboy sex scenes, graphic violence and swearing. This is Book One in the Cliched Love Series. Keep an eye out for the second one, which is called The Things We Do :) <3

'No kisses.' 'Uh, what?' 'No kissing on the mouth. It's too personal,' Ivan says. Is the guy trying to get him to bed or trying to offend him? 'So is fucking,' Riyaan says, voice a little irritated. * * * Riyaan, who is raised as an orphan, dreams of love, care and a family of his own, meets Ivan, who is sceptical of love, relationships and family. Riyaan considers himself a lover, with a romantic ideology of heart, body and soul. Unfortunately for him, he can only get close to Ivan's body, but not his heart and soul, which he claims to belong to his ex-lover. Despite a no-strings-attached arrangement, Riyaan finds himself falling hard for Ivan. Not realising that somewhere between falling in love and having his feelings reciprocated, there's heartbreak that is all-consuming and soul-shattering. A complete HEA. No cheating involved ---------------------------------------------- Featured in Pride Shelf Dec'24 Part 2 @lgbtq Featured in Romance reading list @AmbassadorsIN

"A mafia boss submitting to the enemy mafia boss"(BL-SexScenes⚠️) He used to make men kneel. Now he shivers when I whisper in his ear. Damian doesn't rule anymore. Not when he's under me. Not when he begs. They call him the Blood King. Cold. Brutal. Untouchable. The head of blood Marker. But in my hands, he's nothing but a dog in heat. A trembling body caged in silk and steel. Fighting to hold onto pride while I take him and fuck him-slowly, deeply, completely. I don't need knives to break him. Just a hand at his throat. A kiss that doesn't stop. A voice in the dark telling him what he is now: Mine. He hates me. He wants me. He moans when I touch him like he belongs to me. And soon, he will. No thrones. No power. Just his mouth moaning my name and his body bent for more. This war won't end with bullets. It'll end with him on his knees.