LGBTQ+

Bottle Green. No, hazel? No-f*ck.... Recognition slammed into me like a bullet to the gut. The nameless man from that night a year ago. My pulse thundered as he rose slowly, eyes never leaving mine. “You,” he said, voice gravel and smoke. “So you were truly not a figment of my imagination.” I didn’t speak. Because what the hell do you say to the man you were sent to kill, who also happens to be the only person who ever made you forget who you were?. •••••• Zane Mercer is a hard-edged and brutal man who commands the city’s most ruthless crime syndicate. Feared by enemies and respected by allies, he is a being that no sane person would cross. But a year ago, in a rare moment of vulnerability, he surrendered to a nameless stranger’s touch for one unforgettable night. The man vanished at dawn, leaving Zane haunted by questions he dared not ask himself. Up until that night, he has always liked his women. But one touch from Axil was enough to make him breathless beneath the sheets. Questioning his sexuality. Axil Creed is “The Terminator,” an elite assassin whose precision is legendary and whose heart is sealed shut. He is known in the underworld as a ghost, untraceable, lethal and unyielding. That one night with the stranger though, whose identity he never learned, was a lapse in judgment. A memory he has fought relentlessly to erase. But Now, A shadowy puppet‑master known only as Mister X threatens Axil’s only family. He doesn’t bargain. He gives orders. And he gives the assassin an ultimatum. To either eliminate a certain Zane Mercer or have his sister eliminated instead. Choosing the former, Axil infiltrates the Mercer estate under cover of darkness. Gun in hand, finger steady, he watches his target sleep, completely unaware of what is coming. But in that moment, the world tilts. Zane’s eyes snap open, catching Axil off guard. But as soon as they lock eyes, recognition flares between them. And neither one can look away.

After their mother’s untimely death, Ashley Foster was tasked with being a mother to her younger sister, Jane. She fails however when Jane’s friends led her into robbing a jewelry store belonging to The Sebastian family. Dominik Sebastian proposes that Ashley marries him and give him a child, so he can finally become the legitimate owner of the Sebastian business. All goes well until Dominik’s home is threatened by enemies.

Matteo: I’ve never looked twice at a professor. Never looked twice at a man. Until him. Sergei Pavlov. My professor. My dove. The moment he walked into class, he became my obsession. My person of interest. And I always get what I want. He can call me insane, a stalker, a delinquent. He can push me away, slap me, even threaten me. But he can’t hide. Not from me. I’ll protect him. I’ll fight for him. I’ll destroy anyone who touches him. He thinks I’m just a kid. He thinks he’s safe behind those glasses and that calm Russian accent. He’s wrong. I’ll make him mine. Whether he likes it or not. ________ Sergei: Matteo De Luca is dangerous. My student. Too young. Too intense. Too psychotic. He follows me everywhere, suffocates me with his obsession, invades every corner of my life. And no matter how many times I tell him to stop—he doesn’t. He should terrify me. He does. But when his lips crash into mine, when his hand closes around my throat, when he whispers that I’m his… I hate that a part of me doesn’t want him to stop. I already have someone. Ten years together. A man my age. A man who’s safe. But Matteo burns brighter. Hotter. Closer. And maybe, just maybe… I’m not as safe as I thought.

Millan was kicked out of his pack. Now living as a rogue, all he had ever known is rejection and cruelty. One day, he stumbles upon the Blayne Pack, which is quite possibly the kindest he has ever encountered. He starts to desire staying in one place and building a home- things that he can't and shouldn't have because he is a defective omega, much more a rogue one. With only fourteen days allowed for him to stay, will he be able to pick himself up and leave? Or will he give in and give up the life that he was used to have? ***** Weston became the Head Alpha at an early age. One day, a wounded rogue is brought to his pack. He is furious and skeptical. Nonetheless, he still allowed the rogue to rest in his territory for two weeks before making him leave. But upon knowing Millan, he starts to feel things that he shouldn't feel, not towards a rogue anyway. With only fourteen days, will he be able to get past his hatred towards rogues and change his mind? Or will he chase him away? ***** Two people. One grew up being loved. One grew up being abused. Is fourteen days enough to change their lives forever?

For the last two years, Kane has been dreaming of the day when his mate finally turns 18 and they can finally claim each other. However, his world suddenly comes crashing down and his dream is instantly destroyed when the alpha announces that his son (Kane's mate) has found his mate, who is the daughter of a neighboring pack's alpha. However, he can't bring himself to say anything. He has kept this a secret for two years and he was waiting for another few months until his mate's birthday, but that day is never coming now. He can't stand seeing his mate with another, and he can no longer handle being in his pack. He can't let his father know either, since he is the pack's Beta. What can he do? The only thing that he can think of.... He will keep his secret and run as far away as possible. He will no longer be Kane, but he will become a new person, with a new name. Blake. That sounds nice. It also reminds him of black, which is what his past is now.

What happens when Alpha Kai of the Moonstone Pride pack has no choice but to give up his rank to another Alpha to keep the peace and stop a war that has been going on for years? Giving everything up for peace was one thing... but now his enemy, the rival Alpha Cedric, keeps doing such sensual things to him! What is an Ex-Alpha to think!? At least Kai has his beta: Derreck on his side. Yet what if there are unresolved feelings between them? If so, what should Kai do then? This book is the LGBTQ+ version of this story and is the original version of the story.

I heard my Brother's voice, though I couldn't catch what he said. I looked at him. "Meet my fiancèe, Charissa. Charissa, meet my Sister Royal, but we call her Ry or handsome." He said with a smile. That was when I noticed he was with someone, I turned to where she was standing. My mouth was left hanging. 'Sweet mercy! This girl is gorgeous! how come I didn't notice her?' Well, trust my thoughts to always stray. I smiled at her. "Nice to meet you, Charissa." Royal Dawson, the H.R. of Beverly Hills Hotel, California, is a cute tomboy and a lesbian who is not yet out to her parents but to only her best friend, Maya. Maya was the first straight girl she had fallen for, back in college days but she turned her down because she was in a relationship already. They ended up becoming best friends. Royal adores Maya and thinks she is the only straight girl she would ever fall for. Not until she came face to face with the queen of hearts_Charissa Williams. Who happens to be her brother's fianceé. Royal saw herself falling deeply for this lady, as the day went by. If she is engaged to any random guy, she will strive to make her hers. But being that she is engaged to her only brother made her powerless and unable to act on her feelings. But seeing this lady every day makes her inner stir and causes her heart to beat faster than normal. Will she listen to her heart and risk a war with her brother as well as show her real self to her family? Charissa Williams is the only daughter of her wealthy parents and the heiress of her father's conglomerates. She is also an artist and a bisexual unknown to her parents. She is engaged to Karl Dawson, just to make her parents, especially her mom happy. She had left her gay side dormant for years until she set her eyes on this cute tomboyish lady that took her heart with her at first sight. This lady happens to be her sister-in-law. Meeting Royal awoke her gay side and stirred a deep and unquenchable feeling. She had earlier promised herself and her mom to marry Karl and officially claim her inheritance. But will she follow her heart which would only mean coming out to her parents and risking losing her inheritance? Fate can't be overridden and what will be, will be.

“I know you want me in jail, but I want you in my bed.” Every man Ángel Di Cristina loves ends up dead or missing. Their severed finger arrives first, like a pretty little Christmas gift, wrapped in silk and presented in box filled with silent promises from his stalker. Castle Giordano, Mafia heir. Executioner. Obsessed beyond reason. He doesn’t send threats. He sends bodies. Because no one touches what belongs to him. No one tastes what he’s claimed. And if they try? They bleed for it. Ángel should be hunting him. He’s an FBI agent, he needed to protect the law, not surrender to the monster who haunts his nights. But Castle doesn’t play by rules. He never had. What he wanted, he got. He bends Ángel, fills his whole life with the thought of him. He whispers filthy things against his throat while pressing a knife to his pulse. Run? Hide? Fight? Useless. Because Castello doesn’t just want to own Ángel. He wants to ruin him. And the worst part? Ángel is ready to let him.

Being a beautiful yet cute male omega was not an easy feat for Ray Anderson yet he is determined to make life easy for both him and his only younger sister. He was once a very rich heir for a rich family but when life dealth him an heavy blow of loosing both his parents in a day and left him with his younger sister while his fraternal family took everything away from him,he had no choice but to take his savings and take care of his sister at the age of 19. Meet Brian Hoffman,an handsome and aloof 24 year old alpha ceo who hates omegas because of his personal enmity he has with them in the past. Join me in their journey of love,hatred and revenge yet comic life of Brian Hoffman and Ray Anderson.

“I—sorry,” he stammers, his voice soft and precise, every word crisp but shaken. “I was under the impression this suite was assigned to me for the term. I didn’t expect anyone else.” He steps inside, closing the balcony door behind him. His movements are weirdly graceful, like he’s not used to the weight of his own body. He looks at me—olive-gold eyes, sharp cheekbones, lips that look too soft for this world. He’s beautiful. Not pretty. Not handsome. Beautiful, in a way that makes my chest hurt. I drop my bags harder than I need to, jaw tight. “Yeah, well, me neither. I was supposed to have a single.” He nods, looking genuinely unsettled. “I also requested privacy. This is… unexpected.” For a second, we just stare at each other, both of us sizing up the disaster. The scent in the room is stronger now—rain, spice, wildflowers, and something I can’t name. My heart’s racing. I want to punch something. Or maybe I want to kiss him. What the f*ck is wrong with me? *** When the fae prince went to Earth to fulfil his duty to study and understand Earthling culture and diplomatic relationships, he was not expecting this. He knew his touch was dangerous to humans, and his scent a constant lure that he would have to fight and try to hide to prevent any complications. He was supposed to spend a whole year living under the radar, studying humans in the distance, not sharing a room with one, and not with one so… fascinating. Cyrus is a complete mystery. Cold, distant, guarded… but at the same time sweet and protective, in ways that make Cornelius’ heart race and his knees fail. Cornelius never had friends, not really. Growing up as a prince, his title kept everyone at an arm's distance. The ones who approached him always did so with ulterior motives, to gain the crown’s favour. At his one hundred and twenty-six years of age, he has never had someone to call a friend, let alone someone to love. Sure, a lot of his guards and servants are always nice to him, but the difference in their ranks never let Cornelius feel like it was fairly reciprocated. He has always had lovers, many of them, but it never felt more than a temporary escape for relief, something that did very little to fill the empty void in his heart. But Cyrus… Cyrus is breaking his walls, one by one, and claiming every inch of his soul and Cornelius… Cornelius is f*ck*ng scared. Can he let himself love a human? How can they possibly make it work? He doesn’t have answers, yet Cyrus manages to question it all, to imprint his name in the depths of his core against all odds, ready to shred his world to crumbs and to fight fate just to stay by his side, to love HIM. And Cornelius doesn’t know how to resist that. Or if he even wants to.