Desmond Crenshaw doesn't have much going for him. He street races for cash, deals drugs to get by, and drags himself through each day with only one goal: survival. He's a reckless high school dropout with very few talents that won't get him arrested-definitely not someone you'd want around your child. Vaughn Torres agrees, he's been seeking a solid reason to cut off the friendship between the troublemaker and his daughter since the day they met. He gets one, too, when Des's vices begin to bleed into their lives and Winter is officially in danger. Des is given an ultimatum: he can only be around Winter if he distances himself from the crime. There's only one way to do that. A change of employment, specifically to Vaughn's mechanic shop, though that balance is a lot easier said than done. No, things for Des are never that simple. Not when he's working under the watchful eye of a man who hates him. Not when he starts genuinely wanting to be better, and is faced with the rocky road of leaving a life of crime entirely. And especially not when he's been in love with Winter's dad for years.

[BOOK TWO] Hugo never thought a sexuality crisis would be on the cards for him. Seriously, him being anything not straight was never even really something he'd even thought about. That was, until he kissed his best friend and it should have meant nothing but well... did this type of thing come with an instruction manual? Alex just wants to keep his best friend. Does he have feelings? Maybe. So far he's managed to ignore them. Conceal don't fucking feel as the Disney obsessed dickhead would say. But hell, he had feelings for Hugo of all people? Seriously? What the fuck universe? After winning nationals, Hugo starts acting weirder and weirder, Alex has no idea what to think. Usually, weird is normal for Hugo. They both struggle to reconcile their rapidly fading friendship. Then, well... Shit happens, and Hugo and Alex are forced closer than ever. It's a whole thing. Seriously. IMPORTANT NOTE: this is a continuation of head over heels, it picks up where the story left off, only from Hugo + Alex's povs :) I would HIGHLY recommend reading head over heels first.

Raised on hate. Fueled by obsession. One craved control. The other refused to break. But when pain turned into desire... And violence tasted like foreplay... Their war became something far more dangerous. This is not a love story. This is a battlefield where hearts bleed, and nothing is innocent. ⚠️ 18+ | Dark Romance | Toxic Obsession | Emotional & Physical Violence | Reader Discretion Advised

He knew he was blushing; he could feel it. Boy, did he hate that. "I-I never sleep," his eyes darted away for a moment, "maybe I was thinking of all the ways I could bash your face in." Devyn glared at those jade eyes, his lip curling slightly. He pressed their bodies closer, his leg slipping between Lexin's. "If you think-" Devyn's words died from his lips as Lexin nearly whimpered, from both embarrassment and pleasure. Devyn's firm thigh was now pressed against his rock-hard dick, and he had no excuse as to why it was hard. The two stared at each other in a thick silence, Lexin's eyes wide and Devyn's unreadable. "Y-you should-" "Is this why you're up," Devyn's tone began to drop, "couldn't find a good fuck at the party?" Lexin glared and tried his best not to grind his hips forward and release some of the pain. "If I wanted to, I would have," he scowled. "Since when do you come home unsatisfied? We both know you can't keep it in your pants," Devyn's eyes stayed locked on the bruises. "Prick," Lexin hissed. Unable to stop himself, his hips pressed forward this time, his eyebrows pinching together. To his surprise Devyn pushed back. He wasn't gentle about it either as he applied the weight of his muscular thigh onto Lexin's hard on. Devyn's dark eyes flicked to his before he leaned down, brushing his lips on the shell of Lexin's ear. "You want to tell me why you're so hard, princess?" Lexin turned beat red, "Stop calling me that." "That's not an answer," Devyn slid his head down and brushed his lips over the sore hickey. ~'~ WARNING: this book has a choking and biting kink. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

We all know the cliché story of the bad boy falling for the nerdy girl, but what about a bad boy falling for another bad boy? Every Friday, Kai Yoon and Lucas Beck fight. Not only for the enjoyment of the sport, but to release the pent-up hatred they have for one another. After a drunken night, their loathe changes into something else, something new, and their school rivalry becomes insignificant. Unforeseen romance blossoms between the two, but broken families and deadly secrets prove to be perilous obstacles. Mix hidden pasts, a thirst for revenge, and an underground fight club with two of the most lethal and dangerous fighters in the state to unravel the mysteries that lay behind the badly broken. (Under editing)

"Colby?" Avery asks, his voice wavering only slightly. I turn to him, cursing at myself for hesitating, if only for a minute. "Yeah?" "Do you have a crush on me?" My heart shatters, but I can't lie. Not to him. Not about this. "Yes, Avery. I've had a crush on you since that day you got drunk and stumbled into my house. Every time I look at you, I can't help wanting to touch you and craving you." I pause, taking in a shuddering breath. "This doesn't have to change anything. You don't --" He snatches my hands. "You wanna touch me, Colby?" His sudden boldness stops me in my tracks. I nod slowly as he nears my face, his cheek brushing mine. He whispers in my ear, a raspy murmur that sends electric shocks through my entire body. "Do it. I fucking dare you." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Avery Thomas and Colby Beck are best friends; thick as thieves, but polar opposites. Where Avery is energetic and social, Colby is closed off and selects very few people to really know him. Their relationship has always been simply this: best friends. That is, until one drunken night like all of the others; Avery saunters into Colby's house, seeking help in his state. As he assists Avery, Colby realizes that he is beginning to become attracted to him in more ways than best friends should be. *WARNING* Mature sexual scenes and some homophobia. Chapters marked with "M" contain adultery or some sexual interaction between heroines. All scenes have consent, and characters are over 18. Be warned. Your mental health matters. DON'T COPYRIGHT! This is an original work.

Two deadly mafia bastards. One forced arrangement. When the ruthless hitman Domenico is ordered to break in the Don's hot, bratty son Seth, hatred explodes into raw, cock-throbbing obsession. Blood-soaked hands pinning him down. Sweat, cum, and bruises. Filthy, violent, no-limits fucking - deep, rough, and completely shameless. They hate each other. They ruin each other. They can't stop. Enter at your own risk... this shit is addictive as hell. 🔥💦

Cameron Honeywood. Star student, varsity volleyball captain. Everyone's best friend, partially because he's just too nice to say no and because he's your literally 'all you need' guide. He's way too social for his own liking, way too hungry too. Also, for god's sake, stop calling that poor man unfunny. He is funny, to a point. Alexander Viktor de Valois. Kraits' leader, ruthless, smart, sarcastic. It's not like he hasn't tried talking to people, he just absolutely hates everyone. It's not his habit to let his prey go, but he does with a certain blond. Every. Single. Time. Because he knows, the prey will come crawling back to him. These two were never meant to cross paths. But for some reason, fate keeps throwing Cameron into Alexander's eyes. And Alex knows what he wants. He wants one thing, and that's Cameron. one night stand with nothing much happening leaves them both feeling incomplete. Til Cameron stumbles upon an unknown place. When he thinks he's off the hook, he just digs his own grave.

Elias Miller is a chronic insomniac who prefers to stay invisible, while Vinnie Madden is a notorious party animal, with more energy than the sun hopped up on caffeine. At a party, Elias and Vinnie strike up an unlikely friendship, after which, one thing leads to another, and lets just say, mistakes were made. Or was it a mistake? Elias sure thinks so. Then, as the situation rapidly devolves, Elias and Vinnie get paired together for an english project, and Elias's entire life becomes a whole series of highly stressful events with Vinnie staunchly wedged right at the center of absolutely fucking everything. After all, Vinnie Madden is a god damned sun, and his presence is so all consuming that eventually, all Elias can do is sit back, bask in the glow and try not to get fucking sunburnt. [NOW COMPLETE]

(Book Two) [MxMxM] Oliver moves to Spain to be with his best friend. While there he catches the eye of his best friend's husband younger brother -who is already in a relationship-. He thinks rejecting him would be easy, but the younger man isn't ready to let his new obsession go. If he thinks having a drug lord being obsessed with him is bad, what will happen if the man's assassin boyfriend also finds an interest in him.