In a new city full of cold streets and hotter secrets, four lives get tangled in ways nobody planned. Masai and Koda are building a life together in Toronto - a home, a business, and a future for their son. But when Bry and Azir step into their world, friendship starts to blur into something riskier. Banter turns into heat, glances turn into touches, and trust gets tested in ways that can't be undone. It's Unexpected....

❝𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞.. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ 𝐀 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐲.. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.. 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧." 𝐈 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤. 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. . . . Z'airee was a caretaker at a old people's home and he took care of many patients. The only thing was that it happened to be one of the few nursing in homes in NYC. So many patients wounded up from the hood where many of the patients were from different gangs. Z'airee wasn't supposed to have favorites but he always had this particular one.. Mr. Sinaloa. Heaven was a drug dealer who visited his grandpa, Tyreek Sinaloa everyday. His grandpa was everything that his parents wasn't to him. The trenches of New York was where he came from. All his mom cared about was drugs and his dad walked out on him. He grew up running the streets because his mom was too high one everything to care, with men coming in and out they house. He never had that support system so he was wit older kids for as long as he could remember. So as soon as his grandpa got custody he was good but he always knew he wanted to move out as soon as possible..Or so he thought. EXT

*Book 1 of The Cursed Ones* Alex Waltz is the son of the most feared and powerful man alive, Lynx Waltz. Born a triple-blooded hybrid; witch, vampire, and alpha werewolf. Alex never stood a chance at blending in. Everyone in the supernatural world hates his father... which means they hate him too. Once surrounded by friends, he's now alone. He's calm, observant, and done trying to prove himself. Theo Branwen is anything but normal, even if that's all he wants to be. As the heir to his pack, he follows a rigid routine designed to keep him in control, because control is the only thing he has left. After his mother died, Theo's father changed into someone cruel and twisted, obsessed with power and control. Now, Theo lives under constant pressure, hiding bruises, and punished for every crack in his perfect alpha mask. And then there's Alex...the one person Theo should stay away from. Theo has hated Alex for as long as he can remember. For years, he joined in as his friends picked Alex apart, piece by piece, bullying him. Then came the summer before senior year. That night, at the party, Theo turned eighteen... and everything changed. He found out the truth: Alex is his mate. Now Theo can't run. Not at school. Not even in his dreams. But Theo doesn't break easily. He has rules. He has to stay in control. Even if it means hurting Alex, again and again. Alex has changed too. He's not the scared, quiet boy who used to flinch when someone looked at him too long. He's colder now. Quieter. Untouchable. And maybe that's what scares Theo the most, because Alex doesn't just walk away anymore. He stares back. He doesn't run. And no matter how far Theo drifts, no matter how much Theo pushes, Alex won't stop... not until he gets what he wants. And what he wants... is Theo. Because what happens when the thing you were taught to hate... is the only thing that can save you?

"Let me get yo' number." I said and he looked back at me with surprise. "Why? You gay?" He asked and I laughed. "Nigga, you my new studio person. I want to stay in contact," I explained and he nodded. "Oh. Cause I could've sworn you were flirtin' wit' me." He muttered and I grinned. "Don't take it to heart, I jus' be bored," I said and he typed in his number. "Well, don't joke wit' me cause I'm really like that." We made eye contact again and a smirk gifted my lips. "Mm," I licked my lips and he bit his. "Bye Tariq. I'll save your number as asshole." He went back to his computer. "And I'll save yours as big ass," he laughed. "See, you provin' my point. Bye." He waved good-bye at me. Asshole: Goodnight ____ It's a lil lame ik buttt Read to find out more !😝😙 Trigger warnings inside the book

Follow Jahil and Damien on the journey of pleasureful desires and growing pains. "ℍ𝕖𝕪." Damien mumbled shyly. "Hey."

"i gotchu forever kane...i swear youn gotta worry about nun wit me." "i believe you." "you better nigga i ain't been chasing you my whole life for nun." black bxb

🏅 No: 1 - In Mafia BL [05/25/2026] 🥇 No: 1 - Action Thriller [ 05/24/2026] An epic love story between two mafia leaders, highlighting the battle of blood, love, obsession, family, power, and control. Italian + Indian (Boy X Boy) BL! 3 Couples: - Simon + Shivansh (Both are gangsters) - Dr. Vikram + Arnav (Doctor and Prince) - Oliver + Muna ( Assassin + Bodyguard) ______________________________________________ Instagram: @divya_twinklingtales for videos and spoilers. ******************************************************** Dark romance Touch him and die Second chance Action-Thriller Suspense Mafia Royalty Humor Violence Obsession Mystery You are mine... Mature content and languagess!

Two mafia kings. One is pure ruthlessness. The other? Merciless to the core. They rule different worlds. But when fire meets fire... something has to burn. Arnav Singh, the silent storm of underworld, arrives in Italy for a wedding-his best friend's celebration. Suited in black, jaw sharp as a knife, eyes colder than death. He came for one night. One event. But that plan shatters the moment Ryan Blackwell sees him. Mafia boss of the Italian underworld. From across the grand hall, Ryan's eyes lock onto the stranger-dangerous, beautiful, untouchable. And Ryan? He has a weakness for pretty things. But he doesn't just want Arnav. He wants to own him. Dominate him. Break him. What Ryan doesn't realize is-Arnav belongs to no one. He's not prey. He's a beast wrapped in silk. And beasts don't bow. They bite. Arnav (voice like venom): "Touch me, and I'll make sure you scream for mercy before I snap every bone in your cursed body." Ryan (smiling darkly): "Mmm... threats turn me on pretty boy. You're going to beg tonight, baby. And I promise-I'll take my time." .

Stiles is 17 years, hyperactive and maybe even a little too sarcastic boy from Beacon Hills. His life is different, he is in a pack. Yes, a werewolf pack! He was actually going to leave the pack for good, but instead, he got a big suprise. Or, actually, a small one, growing inside him. May 2018: I am editing this story slowly, but I will not change anything important, just correcting grammar and things like that! I speak Finnish, so English is a little bit difficult for me, so sorry for mistakes! Check also out my other Sterek fanfictions, please! And you can always come to chat with me and all!

The true threat emerges in the form of the Weaver, an ancient witch whose centuries-long thirst for revenge targets the family's fractured balance. As her malevolent influence spreads, Jalen and Avery are forced to confront the consequences of their past-games with magic that disrupted the natural order and put their loved ones in danger.