Chase Michaels became a doctor on a whim - nothing more, nothing less - and the same applied when it came to choosing where to work. He decided on the Junpei Institution based on a fleeting sense of interest after seeing their ad. Most of the things he's done in life were decided in a similar "spur of the moment" way, including going to medical school in the States. This time, due to his complete lack of research, Chase finds himself surrounded by violent, testosterone-driven young criminals, the absolute worst of the worst, who only have the facility standing between them and a dissolute future of felonies and anarchy. For a man whose adult life has been decidedly carefree, his time at Junpei threatens to overwhelm and drown him in a contracted five years of stress. His personal Hell reaches feverish heights after a certain student takes a vocal, damning interest in him, a man by the name of Luca Nixon. Tethered to the No Man's Land that is Junpei, Chase is securely kept within Luca's perplexing hands, tossed and turned about by his every whim. And though the doctor has his doubts that the "student" is who he says he is, Chase finds himself pulled in by a confusing sense of connection, unable to shut the other man out completely. Their budding relationship increasingly threatens to break down every coping mechanism he's carefully gathered and force him back into a reality that nearly destroyed him as a child. And Luca is all too happy to guide him, hand in hand, every step of the way back into the muck. |☆| Warning: This is a gay dark romance novel. There will be man on man action. And some violence, I guess. |☆|

Astren City, and all surrounding area, have the highest crime rate in the northern part of the country. Dozens of crime families constantly trying to take the throne, as well as corruption lurking around every corner, do not aid in that fact at all. Salem Heart's father, Jack Heart, happens to be the Astren City Chief of Police, a title which holds a lot of weight and a rank that claims even more power. He's well respected, and amazing at his job. That said, greatness is expected of Salem as well. Of course that isn't a problem, Salem will always be loyal to the law. He was raised by it, and upholding it is his future career aspiration. He thinks he has his life figured out. The fact that his ex-boyfriend comes from a notorious crime family, and has been arrested several times by Jack's own department, doesn't matter. Salem's passed that, he's over Atlas Marino and he always will be. He will ignore that scratch in his record, and cover it up with his success. Salem is offered a job to help with an investigation that could benefit his future career astronomically. He thinks it's a win-win situation, he gets the recognition he desires, and the streets will be that much safer. It's all black and white to him, easy to understand. He likes the order, and he craves the accomplishment of defeating bad with good. It's all black and white. Until he gets caught in the grey. [] [] [] [¡¡WARNINGS!! uhhhmmmm the usual smut and swearing but there is also gonna be blood and violence and gore. there is a time skip (3 1/2 yrs) for part 2 also slight spoiler but in case it matters the love interest is morally grey/corrupt] [¡¡TRIGGER WARNINGS!! depictions/mentions of several serious topics, most not in detail (sexual assault, mental illness, drugs, etc.) this will all be primarily in part 2] [[THIS BOOK IS 270K WORDS, IT IS SPLIT IN 2 PARTS AND IS THE LENGTH OF TWO BOOKS]] Now available as a paperback on amazon!

Where Max somehow gets roped into one of his sister's stupid schemes and ends up in way over his head, completely out of his comfort zone, and quite sure he's just met his dream man. A man who happens to think Max is a girl. *** "An excellent recommendation. You're not just a pretty face, then?" "You think this face is pretty?" Max tried to say it with more sass, but it came out kind of soft. His face went red and he turned sharply to the books next to him. Casual. "You're very pretty," There was a gentleness to the teasing and Max glared at him. The man laughed again, dropping his eyes from Max. "Thanks." Max said after a pause and the man beamed at him. "I should be thanking you. This might be worth the read," he waved the book in his hand. Max rolled his eyes, face softening back into a smile. "I'm Kevin, by the way." "Cool," Max said and wondered if 'Kevin' was a name that fit this attractive man. "And what's your name?" Kevin prompted after a short pause and Max cleared his throat, embarrassed. "Oh, sorry. I'm Ma-," Max barely cut himself off in time. Face flushing darker, mood dropping like a fucking brick. He wasn't Max right now. "I'm Eva." ***This is a rough draft. Currently being rewritten!!*** (Disclaimer: there will be boy on boy romance and if that doesn't float your boat, gonna need you to float on by. Also a lot of swearing. Thanx ;3 )

It was gentle at first, tender little pecks, before Fionn embedded his fingers into Dante's hair. The vampire tugged Fionn flush against his body as they explored one another's mouths. Fionn was a little fearful of Dante's fangs but every time they grazed over his lips or tongue he let out a soft moan. Admittedly, Fionn had never kissed a vampire, had never even considered it. Yet, with Dante, he never wanted to stop. He had responded so quickly, giving in to every shameful little urge he had ever had for the vampire, immediately becoming a breathless, groaning mess. "Think of me instead," Dante murmured when Fionn had to break off the kiss, he had been getting a little light headed. Dante brushed his thumb over Fionn's cheek but the wolf just stared on in disbelief. "Come on, Fi, don't act like you didn't know my feelings for you." "I-I didn't," Fionn stammered, his voice so quiet it was almost inaudible. "Fi, I flirted with you mercilessly," Dante was beginning to look a little self-conscious, his brows drawn together in a soft frown. "Yeah, but that was just teasing and stuff. This is like a whole world different," Dante was silent for an entire agonising minute, merely staring into Fionn's eyes, before sitting up and running his hand through his hair. "You're right," he muttered, scowling down at his lap, "it was stupid of me to assume you felt the same way. It wouldn't work anyway, we'd end up killing each other," Dante rose from the bed and walked toward the bathroom. "Wait," Fionn gripped Dante's wrist, though the vampire kept his eyes on the bathroom door, "maybe it would work... Maybe I really want it to work," Fionn spoke quietly but he knew Dante would hear every word clear as day. "You can't lie to me, Fionn, I can read your thoughts," Dante muttered, still refusing to look at the wolf... {Book Two of the Inamorate Series}

Eli sold his soul to the devil to save his family and his village. He asked for fertile lands with clean water. The devil granted him that but it all went wrong when Eli went out of village borders and got tuberculosis. He died and went to hell since he done something bad to do good, so he was sent to hell for seeking help from the devil. Eli had grown and adapted to being a demon and getting used to his powers. He was then given the choice to stay in hell or live on earth with some rules. He must stretch his wings and fly everyday, he can't fall in love. And the one that broke Eli the most was that he couldn't go back to his family. But as time went on, he slowly started to adapt to the new world, from horse and carriages to cars, from phones on walls with wires to mobile phones and so on. But also he fell In love and boy did he fall hard. ~~~~~~~~~ "Hello." A chirpy voice sounded. "Can I sit here? I'm new and don't have any friends." "No." I mumbled. "Sorry about him, he's a grumpy pants." Lexi rolled her eyes. "I'm Lexi. Please take a seat." "Thank you." The boy sat down. "I'm Nikolai but everyone calls me Nick." ~~~~~~~ Mature⚠️ All rights reserved. This is a mature book with sexual scenes and talk of abused and suicide. If you don't like this type of thing please don't read it. If you do, you have had this warning to say about that type of stuff.

Imagine having tough love? This story is about a boy name Oliver. Hills....who has something about himself he knows. but his dad doesn't support it.....at all......so he keeps it to himself. Oliver is a senior in high school, 19 years old, ... 5ft,7inches...black messy hair and ocean blue eyes. He mainly keeps to himself and reads. His mother died of cancer when he was 12. His father has been a fucking drunkie since. Oliver kinda kept to himself dealing with bullies. Til a man stepped into his life. on the other hand....we have Damon. Hellings Senior in high school. 19 years old....Rich, smart and is athletic. He's 6ft and 1 inches. He's mainly serious and a low sense of humor. Black messy as well..hair and dark brown eyes...Most women want him. But he just said his sorrys. His mother is a successful woman & is CEO of her own trading "company." Father is an assistant of her. and keeps the workers in Line. Damon is supposed to take over in his mother's footsteps. His life was dull til he met someone....will the dark secrets be revealed to that someone? Read on to see how these two meet. and how their TOUGH LOVE grows...... ⚠ WARNING ⚠ THIS CONTAINS. HOMOPHOBIC ASSHOLES LOTS OF SMUT 18 but let's be honest🙃😗 POSSIBLE GORE LANGUAGE VIOLENCE ABUSE KIDNAPPING BOY X BOY DONT LIKE? DONT READ AND FUCK OFF🖕☺️ Started book September 28th 2022

"that's rich coming from a pretty boy" I narrow my eyes. "I'm not a pretty boy." He smirks standing from the desk and reaching forward twirling a piece of my hair between his fingers. "not in the traditional sense no...but you still bleed daddy's money" I reach up gripping his wrist, maybe harder then necessary; suddenly angry. "you don't know me Jasper, don't pretend you do" He sucks in a breath before leaning forward and putting his mouth next to my ear "I know you're so desperate for me, you can't fucking think straight" My breath catches and my eyes flick up meeting his not believing I heard what I did, but there's no denying it when he pushes me against his door and his lips meet my own hungry, angry, frustrated. ••• Jasper Collins is not expecting to ever step foot inside Balton's Boys School. A private behavioural school for those who can afford it, but after one too many expulsions and a scholarship opportunity Jasper finds himself stuck in a place filled with pretty boys who've done nothing worse then forget to shine their silver spoon. Beckett Chambers took on a mentorship position at Balton's to stay away from home. He could care less about status and social image he just wants to find a way out of Manning Heights and Balton's was supposed to be his safe haven until then. What he didn't expect was for his mentee to show up and make everything a whole lot more complicated. ________________________________________ Disclaimers: •This is a bXb story! •This is a LIGHTLY edited, first draft *respectful* constructive criticism is welcome🤍 Cover art: Created on Canva, unfortunately I don't know the artist who created the artwork :( Started: December 2020 Completed: December 2022 •• #1 in QueerLove -04/05/22 #1 in boysschool -05/15/22 #2 in MxM -05/05/22 #2 in Confused -05/19/22 #1 in Poorboy -09/08/22 #1 in Queer -05/08/22 #1 in Mentor -07/5/22 #1 in bxblove -09/01/22 #1 in boardingschool-12/16/22 #1 in delinquent

Marcus narrowed his eyes at her and brought a hand up, tangling his hand in her hair and tugging on it so she was looking up at him. "You're asking for it, Mila. I could have you moaning my name and begging for more in seconds," he said, squeezing her ass and rubbing himself against her. Mila inhaled sharply and let out an involuntary whimper, craving to be closer to him, with nothing in the way. "You're all talk," she said breathlessly. "All talk, no action. You talk too much," she said, looking up at him with darkened eyes. "I'll believe it when I see it." Marcus growled, planting another hard kiss on her lips, pinning her to the wall with his body as his hands slid down lower on her ass, fingers curling around her inner thighs and getting dangerously close to where she was already wet for him. "You're going to eat those words, Mila," he said against her lips, pushing off the wall and carrying her towards the bedroom. "You're going to eat them while I fuck you so good you scream my name." Mila is desperate for money. So desperate she is willing to do anything to get it and has tried most things. She reaches the end of hope that she will get the the necessary amount in time to take care of the person who needs it, until she remembers her life insurance. The life insurance she gets through her work could cover everything, the only issue being it requires her death and a suicide-clause means she can't do it herself. Desperate enough to sacrifice her life, she finds hiring someone to do it too expensive and one night while drunk, she turns to her superstitious roots and tries to summon a demon to do the deed for her. Several failed attempts later, she's surprised to discover it actually worked, and a surprisingly attractive demon named Marcus is standing in her living room, refusing to accept her request and sparking a lot of feelings she wasn't expecting to have for a demon from hell. this book comes down Nov 1st, then only on patreon

~MAN X BOY~ On his way to start a new life alone, 20-year-old Devin encounters a child, lost and abandoned. Devin was made to keep the stray child, but as the days grew older, the lost child was beginning to become too cognizant, and that led to very perverse, baffling, and desirable moments. ✱ "I...I just want you to h-have me, sir," I whispered with my hands behind me. "Have you? How so?" Devin used his fingers to tilt my chin so he could look directly at my face and that action alone had every bone in my body vibrating. "I c-can't stop thinking about those titillating moments with you, sir. I d-desperately miss the w-warmth of your hands...on my b-body...mmf..." I blushed so deeply, that my lips were shaking as I spilled words, words I'd never imagined telling my protector. Where was this audacity coming from? What kind of dirty person am I turning out to be? Mumbling such flagrant and ill-mannered words to my protector with no ounce of shame in the world. "You miss...my hands..." It was meant to come out as though he was questioning whether he heard right but he talked as if he expected them. "Y-yes," I sniveled. He let out a rough breath, rubbing my chin, "...loosen my slacks, then." ✱ Ps: *I'm not a perfect writer but I have a way of spicing things up in my books ;)* #3 - gay #15 - manxboy

Book 1 of Rewritten: The Inamorate Saga. The great reveal had been beneficial for some. Elves, particularly, with their beauty and grace and quiet manipulation of the world around them. They thrived in the light, able to infiltrate human structure with ease, carving out a place for their kind at the most crucial of times. Their leaders set down territory lines, segregating cities and even states for themselves, for the growth of their people. They flourished, building their empire on the backs of those withered beneath. Fae, however, didn't find such a foothold. They remained in the darkness, hidden away in the tangles of forest untouched by humans, trapped within their clans. The dark ages reigned through those woodlands, void of modern technology and any shade of defiance. Monarchs ruled, surrounded by warriors, enforcing their law upon the common people. Outside, there was talk of abuse, of forced subjugation, whispers from those fae that had made it, that had escaped. Salem had chosen to remain silent. Five years had passed, not a soul knew of the clan he had fled. He had a family, three brothers who had taken him in, who had chosen to house him rather than barter money for the purity he still held. There was a normality to the world, to the life that Salem had forged. There was no reason for change, nothing to draw him back into that inky abyss he had clawed out of. Nothing but a tree flowering ivory petals housed in the estate of one of the most influential elves in their city...