Author: Silver_pup Summary: When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself in his old bed in his old home in his old body. Is this death? Or a trick of magic? Either way, Bilbo recognizes a second chance when he sees one, and this time his adventure with Thorin is going to go a bit differently. ⛔ NOTE: I am not the writer of this story. Full credit goes to the given author at the top. If you would like for me to remove your work, then please DM me on Discord.

TW: SELF-HARM This is a BXBXBXB story. Don't like, don't read. "Be careful, Fayez, not to touch anything or anyone. Keep your gloves on at all times, my sweet prince, or who knows what might happen". Fayez is the last-born child of one of the strongest family of vampires that ever existed. According to most, he should have led an easy life, for money was never a problem and he had many servants more than willing to fulfill his wishes. Fayez had everything to be happy, except for the fact that he was a burden to his own parents. See, there was something terribly wrong with his hands: everything he touched became rotten, so he had to keep his gloves on at all times. He was a leathal weapon, one that had to be kept a secret, so that other people wouldn't try to use his curse for their own benefit. When Fayez turned 21, his parents decided that their son could not be kept secluded in their castle any longer, and that it was more than time for him to face the outside world. They sent him to the prestigious ISB - Institute for Supernatural Beings, where every supernatural creature from age 20 to age 30 is given a special training to enhance his natural capabilities. How will the priviledged Fayez, who only ever knew the faces of his family and servants, survive in a place where most of the residents have experienced violence and cruelty from a very young age, and are street smart? More importantly, can this haughty, strong yet inexperienced, touch-depraved young man learn how to love and be loved in return, or is he far too gone already?

August gets transported to the beast world and keeps being mistaken for a female. (note: human man in beast world where actual females (i.e. women) are present) "You smell like a female." "I can assure you! I am a male!" "Prove it." *Proceeds to pull down pants* "See! I have the same bits as you!" "hmmm there must be an error" ---------------------- Story complete, editing complete ---------------------- This story is inspired by a LOT of beastmen novel that I have mostly read on NovelUpdates. The characters used are original, however the setting and ML traits may share similarities from a number of works. This story is however, original, not a fanfic, and not a translation. The characters are original - the world is the typical beast world *photos from canva - i.e. not mine. I just put them together

Set in the omegaverse, The Farmer's Omega is the story of a delicate flower surviving a perilous journey into the rural country side... Tommy is a florist from the big city with dreams of obtaining a rare flower from deep in the country. As an omega, he has always been scared to go this far from home. He is a city kid through and through, but maybe he can find some solace in the serene country side as he travels to pick up a rare flower for his garden. Things go awry when the omega's car breaks down, and Tommy finds himself stranded in the middle of nowhere. Wilhelm is as tough as they get, an alpha living alone working 80 acres and barely getting by. The last thing he ever wanted to find was a delicate flower, jilted and out of place. And yet, here Tommy was; sauntering out of the southern, summer heat and into his life. Could this be just the change he needs? Author's Note: The Farmer's Omega is a steamy 20k+ non-shifter, m/m romance with alpha/omega dynamics and hints of mpreg. There is a guaranteed Happily Ever After. 18+ readers only please!

Eight years into the Infection, a spunky idealist convinces a hardened recluse to help him save humanity. --- For eight years, Zafaru has fought to survive the freezing cold, constant hunger, and vicious Infected. Armed with a dull blade and sharp sass, he clings to a dream of saving the world. For eight years, Recluse has watched the world burn from the safety of his fortress. The Infected don't bother him. He saves his bullets for humans. When Recluse catches Zafaru stealing from him, he is enchanted by his captive's wit, humor, and passion. So when Zafaru sets out to uncover the sinister truth about the growing Infection, Recluse has no choice but to join him. He'll do whatever it takes to keep this fluffy-haired do-gooder alive. Even if he has to save the world. 🎖Honorable Mention in Wattpad's Open Novella Contest 2021 Editor's Pick, September of 2022

Book One of My Omegaverse (so sue me for the bad collection name x) Yori is an unwanted child of an Elite Alpha family, because he was born an Omega. Although he came to escape that household due to the kindness of other Alphas, he has grown to distrust others and their intentions. Still he is content with the quiet, secretive life he has, that is until his new Alpha editor and the Alpha foster brother of a close friend appear and greatly disturb it. (Contains scenes 16/18+) Image found via a search engine Author's note; Gave Yori a makeover x

He suddenly pulled me roughly against his muscled chest, smiling as he knew that he had the upper hand,"Why won't you meet my eyes, Charlie?",he asked with that oh so sexy voice of his that sent shivers down my spine. Good shivers. "L-let me go",I pleaded,"I've got work to do". "It'll take only a snap of my fingers and you'll be unemployed". "I know that",I cleared my throat,"I'm gonna be late". His hold on my waist tightened and he rose his brow,"Why the rush? You are mine". "I'm not yours". He chuckled,"I love this stubborn part of you but let's face it, you belong to me". He leaned in, his breath brushing my neck lightly. I gulped down the immense pleasure that shot through me just from having him close. He was right. I was already too deeply involved with this annoyingly good looking man. I couldn't help it. I guess I do belong to the billionaire after all. • Charlie Garrett is a twenty year old man who works at his family's bakery during the weekend and at an art studio during the week. He doesn't like troublesome things. He's a guy with an easy-going and peaceful life but everything changes when he finds an injured man at the back of the bakery one Saturday night. Charlie belongs to the billionaire. If you touch him, you'll get your hands chopped off. Literally. #1 in lgbt [ 23rd December, 2019 ]. #1 in age gap [ 09 January, 2020 ]. #1 in gaycouple [ 21st January, 2020 ]. #1 in gayromance [ 25th January, 2020 ]. #1 in gaylove [ 04th February, 2020 ]. #2 in mature [ 11th February, 2020 ] #6 in possessive [ 25th December, 2019 ]. #3 in boylove [ 30th December, 2019 ]. #2 in bisexual [ 30th December, 2019 ]. #10 in gay [ 23rd January, 2020 ]. #16 in manxman [ 29th July, 2020 ].

•RATED 20• BL• HAREM• DARK TWISTED• GORE• ─────────── ·  ·  ·  · ✦ Flower bed who has a thousand teeth? Mushroom dick? Holding hands? Cursed Teapot? Murderous Cactus--Something twisted and spectacular for someone who has no heart! In a World of sodomy and chaos- Will you find the "Eternal Happiness" if everyone and everything can kill you? ─────────── ·  ·  ·  · ✦ [ Photo that has been used in the media isn't mine. Credit to the rightfully and respected owner.] R18+ ©UniquelyFerocious ©All rights reserved.

***This story is Manxman and it is rated R for sexual content! If you are bothered by that then please do not read. I will not tolerate any ignoramous comments about how wrong it is. You have been warned so simply back away slowly or turn and run like hell but do not message me in disgust or complaint if you choose to read and see something you don't want to! **** Will is running from more than just the man who held him prisoner, he is running from the memories, the pain, the knowledge of what he's been made to do and the way he's been used. Running away at night seemed the logical choice until he found himself running straight into a blizzard and realized that he'd die of cold out there alone--but at least he would die free. Turner has all he wants in his sanctuary up in the mountains. His horse, his mule and his trust coonhound, Beaux, are the only company he desires. Three years he'd been alone and tried telling himself that he was content but all that changes the day he finds a dying man in a snow bank. Neither of these men were looking for love but what better way to make fate laugh than to talk about your own plans... and there's just something that happens, some magic in the air, when it's Christmas time, you're fighting attractions and you find yourself snowed in.

Haru, the hero of our story, attends Yoshi Academy for boys with the hope of finding his perfect uke--cute, innocent and has bubbly butt. Ironically, this same description applies to him. He is cute, innocent looking and has a plump butt. A lot of thirsty semes are eyeing him; however, they are not his type. Disenchanted by not finding his uke, Haru takes the initiative to act in order to get what he wants. What will happen to this ironic hero when he meets two seme princes? I guess, we shall read and see... Author's note to the readers: I am writing this as a manga script. It is my dream to turn this story into manga. Sadly, I don't know how to draw. I need an illustrator. T3T Please leave some comments or suggestions. This is my first time writing creatively so please help me become a better writer. Thank you for reading! :3 *Note* The cover art is not from me. It's from a BL manga called "Docchi ni Suru?" by Aiba Kyoko.