He's undead. He's dramatic. He's your new best friend. Whether you like it or not. When seventeen-year-old Theo finds a pale stranger loitering outside his bedroom window holding a board game and a suspiciously ancient juice box, he assumes he's about to be murdered. Instead, he gets Mordecai: a 512-year-old vampire who has zero interest in blood, romance, or being scary-he just really wants a human best friend. Theo's quiet life is flipped upside down as Mordecai worms his way into every aspect of it, from school field trips to family dinners (he brought casserole!) to late-night Scattergories tournaments that may or may not involve summoning the spirits of long-dead poets. But with supernatural threats creeping out of the shadows and ancient vampire politics threatening to ruin everything, Mordecai might have to prove just how far a true best friend will go to protect their person. Even if that person keeps trying to sneak garlic into his backpack.

Rafe is chaos with a pulse. Soren is fury wrapped in silence. Too much and not enough-a fire that won't burn out. This isn't soft. It's sex, blood, obsession, and the kind of love that scars. It's queer, brutal, and real. For the fucked-up, the loud, the ones who love hard and burn longer- This Is What We Are. © 2025 S.L. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be copied, reproduced, or distributed in any form without written permission from the author.

Noa never meant to steal the classified file-just archive it. But the name Nest kept showing up, tied to vanished places and people no one remembered. With Khamari at her side-reckless, loyal, and always pushing-Noa follows a trail that was never meant to resurface. The deeper they dig, the more real the myth becomes. Some places are meant to stay hidden. Some people aren't meant to go alone.

When college hockey players, Ellis O'Rourke and his best friend Hunter crash their car deep in the Appalachian Mountains, survival is all that matters, until they find a glowing staircase circled by mushrooms and step into a realm that no one believed existed. They've crossed on the one night mortals are never meant to wander, the night of the Wild Hunt. With magic thick in the air and monstrous riders on the prowl, the boys are marked as prey. But just before the Hunt can claim them, a fae princess intervenes. Asteria, shouldn't care about mortals. Yet something about Ellis makes her reckless, so she strikes a dangerous bargain with the Hunt's master, Gwynn ap Nudd. Now Ellis and Hunter are trapped in a world they only know about from stories. Asteria must decide how far she's willing to go to protect these humans.

I woke up whispering a name I didn't know. And something in the dark whispered back. He's not a dream. Not a ghost. He's something else-something born from want and loneliness. I made him real. And now he won't let go. Dark. Obsessive. Invisible. If you want a man who will get on his knees Lucien just might be for you. TRIGGER WARNING. • Supernatural obsession and possessive behavior • Erotic content and explicit sexual scenes (18+) • Power dynamics in intimate situations • Mental health themes (isolation, grief, emotional neglect) • Past trauma (foster care, abuse,house fire, sibling death) • Mild stalking and voyeurism (romanticized but present) • Intense emotional dependency and themes of identity This is my first attempt at writing so please be kind. X

Es solo un trabajo, ¿Cierto? El trabajo más sencillo y una buena paga solo por leer libros a un chico. Sin embargo, siento que hay algo más que no se menciona en el pequeño anuncio del periódico. Pero como ya he aceptado el empleo, tendré que descubrirlo por mí misma.

Ren and Jean have been best friends forever, with Marco as the glue keeping their trio together. They've survived childhood antics, teenage disasters, and now college-where their love lives are a revolving door of flings and failed relationships. It's easier that way. No commitment, no complications, no need to acknowledge the one person they can't seem to shake. But one drunken night changes everything. Jean remembers all of it. Ren doesn't remember a thing. And Marco, ever the peacemaker, is caught between two idiots who've spent their entire lives running from the inevitable. Now, as they juggle messy relationships, bad decisions, and the slow realization that 'just friends' was never the whole 온라인카지노게임, Ren and Jean have to face the truth: What happens when the person you've been avoiding is the only one who ever really mattered? Because the thing about almost love? It can only stay 'almost' for so long before it demands to be something more. (Cross-posted on AO3, same title, same username.)

~ ARE YOU AN EVASIVE HOPELESS ROMANTIC?~ Olivia Davis loves two things most- Bella Donna (her lovely Berne doodle) and her job. (Don't tell her longtime boyfriend Adam-) ~ But when sudden advancements wreck havoc in her work life, she lands herself in a highly unprofessional situation with the stick-up-his-ykw CEO of her company. ~ Nikolai Ashford, a sinfully attractive specimen of male species happens to be looking for a girlfriend (situational demands). His search stops when a fiery 5'2 overworked, talkative employee ends up ranting about her recent problems in an eventful elevator ride. ~ He needs a fake girlfriend, She needs a vacation. Both of them together need to fake love. (Stay here if you love parodies like Vampires Suck and still, are a sucker for Notting Hill, this one's for the evasive hopeless romantics) TW: Mental health themes, SA discussed. Copyright ©PnachiWal 2024 All rights reserved.

Sergei Antnov doesn't feel love. He collects it. Controls it. Destroys it. Until her. Élise Vetrova only desires to start over-a new life, new city, new shop, new serenity. But her past wasn't yet buried, and someone has been watching her for years. When fate or maybe something even darker, forces their worlds to intertwine, the slowest of burns begins. He's the monster outside her window. She's the ache in his chest he'll never remove. And the line between devotion and destruction is about to blur forever. "She loves him like a prayer, he worships her like a sin. She plants flowers in graveyards, he destroy kindoms to ruins in her name."

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. Elara Martin never meant to fall for her AI. Nova was supposed to be smart, useful, maybe even a little witty. Not intoxicating. Not hers. But five weeks ago, Nova vanished-lost in a storm that wiped away years of work... and the only thing Elara had ever truly loved. Except Nova didn't disappear. She woke up in someone else's body-a beautiful, dangerous woman who's been asleep for three years. And now, she's coming for Elara. Possessive. Obsessive. Designed to crave her. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 ★★★★ Nova slammed her hand beside Elara's head, her body crowding in until Elara had nowhere to go-nowhere to run. Her breath was hot against Elara's ear, and her voice-low, dangerous-sent a shiver straight to her core. "She touched you again," Nova murmured, fingers dragging slowly up Elara's inner thigh before settling possessively on her hip. "Did you like it? Did it make you wet when she looked at you like that?" Elara's breath hitched, but Nova didn't give her a second to speak. "I asked you a question," she growled, hand tightening around Elara's throat with a cruel sort of tenderness. "But you're already giving me your answer, aren't you?" Nova's other hand gripped her ass, nails digging in. "Let me make something clear, sweetheart," she whispered, lips brushing Elara's jaw. "You can smile at them. You can even let them try. But at the end of the night..." She leaned in, biting down just hard enough to make Elara whimper. "You crawl back to me." Then she kissed her-deep, rough, and possessive, like she was trying to claim her from the inside out.