Everybody expected Jalen Carter to crash out after prison. Instead, he came home trying to be a father. Trying to stay free. Trying to move differently. Trying not to lose himself again. But Amir Johnson makes that shit difficult. His best friend has been attached to his side since they were kids, still loud, still reckless, still the only person who can get under Jalen's skin without trying. And the closer they get, the harder it becomes to ignore the tension building between them. Now with his baby mama wanting their family back, old street problems resurfacing, and feelings neither of them knows how to handle... everything they built together could either save them- or destroy them..

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Dealing with a criminal worse than expected

Summary: Instead of a clone, the real Naruto runs into Sasuke on his way to fight Itachi. After a minor battle, Naruto is rendered unconscious. He is found by Madara and taken to the Akatsuki hideout. Madara has a new plan for Naruto and Sasuke. I want to share this story..i like this story..tehe..im copy this from web..so dont mad me..it wonderful story.. I dont own this story..i just share it because it best story..

Alt. Universe - The blue blur just does what he does best, saving lives and living free as the wind while occasionally getting hit on. But what happens when he catches the eyes of a stalker, his self-proclaimed master, an insane person, past enemies, scientists, and many, many more? Will he be able to resist them or will they have their ways with him? (Beginning is slow but once the story picks up, it takes off.) Alternate Universe. Characters from main game, Archie Comics, and other media. Warnings: Multiple pairings, language, adult themes, violence, blood, sexual themes, sexual harassment, etc. (New Cover Picture, again)

Book I in the Seven Sins Series Greyson and Elijah, two of the Seven Deadly Sins. They got lucky, as they were soulmates and didn't have to search the country or even the world for their spiritually intertwined soulmate. However, even with the connection the two shared, they always felt that something was missing from their shared lives, but they didn't know what it was. That was, until twenty three year old Levi entered Greyson's jeweler store and the two sins immediately felt drawn to him. They could see his purity, but they also sensed a dark past and pain in his heart. The two crave the purity of their soulmate, but they must learn how to embrace their broken love and put him back together. book cover done by @ishanwadhwa123 !!!!

"Very good, Wesley," he breathed, the warm air fanning across the merchant captain's face. "Now I suggest you listen closely because I don't do this very often." Wesley curiosity grew, though he kept a healthy degree of skepticism as he listened to the pirate. "I'm prepared to offer you a deal." "What kind of deal?" he asked, his heart racing. "I seem to have found something that I want even more than your ship's cargo," he said with an unsettling smirk. "And I am prepared to let what remains of your crew sail free if I get it." "Name your price," Wesley said, at this point ready to agree to anything if his crew would live. Valentine reached out and tilted Wesley's head up so he could get a better view of it. His smirk seemed to grow as he let one little word slip through his lips. "You." *This is an LGBTQ+ story*

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, various degrees of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was amplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spilling below the floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be a standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead-looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More importantly, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.

He stops, breath hitching in his throat at the sight of a gun beside the money. "Welcome home, honey," the man taunts, brow quirked. He gulps and suddenly feels nauseous. "Please don't kill me," he begs, voice breaking.