Theodore Vales 🌸 Do you really hate each other? Because I don't think you do. I've seen hatred before. It is clean. Sharp. Cold. What you two have is anything but. It is fire, restless and consuming. It is tension so thick the air trembles when you walk into the same room. It is silence heavy with everything unsaid, every word buried because neither of you knows how to bleed without drawing blood. And yet-when you reach for me, both of you, your hands brush too close. Your eyes flicker not just to me but to each other, even if only for a second. You think I don't notice, but I do. I notice the longing beneath the fury, the way your anger is only the shadow of something deeper. You both want me. And I-I want you both. But maybe it was never only about me. Maybe it has always been about 'us'. Three. A number most would call too much. Too messy. Too impossible. And yet, in the way you breathe, in the way you break, in the way you burn-I see it. Three is the only way this story could ever be told. So I'll ask again. Do you really hate each other? Or is hate just another word for everything you're too afraid to confess? A story of rivals, longing, and the kind of love that breaks all rules. 🌸🌸🌸☁☁☁🌸🌸🌸 ⚠️ Viewer's Discretion is Advised ⚠️ This story contains mature themes and is intended for adult audiences. Trigger / Content Warnings: Explicit romance & intimacy❤‍🔥 Polyamory / Throuple dynamics (M×M×M) Jealousy, possessiveness, and intense emotional conflict Mafia elements (power dynamics, violence references) Strong language & sarcasm galore Emotional angst, heartbreak, healing Aftercare, vulnerability, messy love Read at your own risk 💫 #ThroupleRomanceNovel #MxMxM #SoulmateAU #IntenseRomance #ChaoticLoveTriangle #Polyamory #AngstAndAftercare #EnemiesToLovers #SlowBurnButSpicy #QueerRomance #DarkRomanceVibes

Warning: This book is NOT suitable for people who can be triggered by: - VIOLENCE - SEX - BLOOD - GORE - NOT VANILLA SCENES...KHMM, children please leave - Sexual relations between two men After 18 rough years, Seth is finally living on his own, in college and with a paying job, yet the shadows of his past do not let him rest. Devoured by his need for vengeance and justice, he attracts a demon to his side, who tricks him into selling his soul to him. Jude's seductive and controlling nature quickly turns Seth's life upside down, and though the boy is strong-headed and thought himself to be dominant, he finds himself enthralled by the demon more than he would like to admit. Follow the steamy and twisted story, as the two pair up to get Seth's revenge, and fight over the control above one another.

BOOK 1 of 2! Skylers life flipped upside down because of one little letter. His way of living changed drastically, no more clothes with holes, or worrying about his fathers and mothers temper. If only he won a competition against high nobles. Even with this blessing opportunity he can't escape trouble coming his way, when many nobles think he's a snake in the grass. The rumors grew as war started to brew, blame was pointed at him. Not only do many people dismiss him quickly, but one of the princes has an ax to grind. Skyler's mind is plagued with the idea of being the downfall of Von Doran. ~What Me Queen?! ReVamp MxMxMXM

Every Poem Is Your Fault isn't just a collection, it's my proof. Every page is what you did to me, every line the hurt you left behind. I wrote the things you'll never say out loud, the scars you keep pretending don't exist. You can lie to yourself. You can lie to them. You can even lie to the life you keep running back to. But the truth doesn't change, it's carved into every poem on these pages. This is for anyone who's been broken by someone they trusted and left carrying the silence alone. These pages hold the weight of betrayal, the ache of what was never said, and the strength I clawed back by putting it into words. Every poem is proof of what happened. Every poem is your fault. Disclaimer This book is a work of creative expression. The poems within it are born from lived experiences, emotions, and imagination, but they are not intended as factual accounts of any one person, relationship, or event. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

A look inside the messed up brain of a teenage girl who always says "I'm fine" but who isn't lying when they say that two word line? A collection of short poems about many different topics Some of these poems are based on true stories while others are just fictional stories and characters TRIGGER WARNING- there will be many different topic covered in these poems so I just wanted to put a TW side note- I changed the cover again on 9/12/21 #1 in book of poems as of 8/07/21 #6 in selfmade as of 8/05/21 #4 in poetry as of 8/10/21 #8 in sad poems as of 8/10/21 #2 in self made as of 8/10/21 #12 in poem as of 8/13/21 ©COPYRIGHT 2021

~Book One Of The Sold To Series~ *UNEDITED* Sneak peek.......... "Yes, he's my son, please don't hurt him I'll do anything" he begged. Does my dad finally care about me? But why he gotta tell him I'm his son that now put me in more danger, dammit! "Anything?" the Greek god said once again scanning over my body before licking his lips. "Give me your son," he said smirking which causes his cute dimples to poke out dam- wait what did he say? "Mr. Dragon, Please anything but that" my dad pleaded. Of course, I love my dad and he loves me we just have a fucked up way of showing it but my dad would never give me to this sexy motherfucker. "I'll give you 2 million dollars," Mr. Dragon said I assume that's his surname since that's what my dad called him. "Really?" my dad asked is this dickhead bastard considering it, yes I finally said it and I don't regret it. I'm worth more than that considering I'm a virgin and have a big ass so it's gonna have to be more than that before I let that happen. "Sorry but-'' my dad was about to refuse the offer when he interrupted him with another offer. "4 Million dollars and considered all your debts paid," He said. My dad quickly got up and looked at me before looking back at Mr.Dragon. I know my father is not about to- "OK." my dad said. "Wait! Hold up Mister, I'm 18 which means I'm old enough to make my decision and my dad do not have a say in this!"I yelled. Causing all attention to myself which I quickly regretted. Mr. Dragon face lights up in amusement at what I just did. "Either that or you both die, simple," he says looking me in the eyes. Why are his eyes so damn intimidating?! *Sorry not really good at descriptions * WARNING!: MATURE LANGUAGE AND CONTENT!!!!! Voices- Rank #5 to Rank #3 to Rank #1 Sold-Rank #13 to Rank #7 Mxb- Rank #9 to Rank #4 Mpreg - Rank #2 Bought - Rank #2 Bxm - Rank #2 Anyway, hope you enjoy! :)

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.

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮-𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧-𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝙗𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨?

(Previously was discontinued, Back to updating though.) A boy who thought he lost his soulmates chooses to lead a life that is. . . not the best, Maybe his soulmates can fix that. . . !Warnings!: This story contains: Gay: So fuck off with any hate 'bout gays Swears: Neither me nor my characters can stop having potty mouths Poly relationships: . . . Again, If you don't like this that's okay but don't read this then That's about it