Nancybaby

“F*ck it!” He thought, arching closer to the guy, throwing his arms around his neck, “I'm getting engaged tomorrow and will be closeted for the rest of my life, living under pretense. Why don't I just experience s*x with a hot dude for one night? Just one night… just one night…” *** Lincoln Smith had no regret that night he made the impulsive decision to have s*x with the hot, mesmerizing man across the bar. He was sure it was the best night of his life… one he would never get to experience again. But then on the day of his engagement party, he was to receive a shocking blow. The man he had shared an intimate, passionate night with, the man he was sure he had a connection with, was his fiance’s big brother! Right there and then, he knew he was universally and colossally f*ck*d! WARNING: This Book Contains Some Explicit Scenes Between Characters That May Not Be Suitable To Some Readers. Viewers Discretion Is Advised.

Milo was born as a curse. an Omega male, A disgrace and never heard of. Desperate to get the acknowledgement of his family, He is Disguised as his powerful twin sister, and bundled as a pet to the most feared man in the underworld: the Mafian King. Bound in chains and stripped of his freedom, Milo is prepared to endure whatever fate that is waiting for him. But when his disguise is shattered, and he was caught, the lie that was meant to save him turns into a death sentence. The Mafian King does not take kindly to deception. Yet, instead of killing him, he does something far worse. He claims him. “From now on, you are mine. I own every inch of your body as my little pet” Milo must learn to survive, in this world fueled with cruelty and betrayal. not just as a prisoner, but as one thing no man in this kingdom has ever dared to be. A pet. But as secrets begin to reveal themselves, Milo realizes something chilling… Maybe the true monster isn’t the one who forcefully claimed him. Maybe it’s seeing the face of the one that would stab him from the back. Can he escape his sad fate? Or will he get drowned in the power struggle between the forces that want to have him for themselves.

Ryan’s first mistake was moving in with a vampire. His second was thinking he could ignore him. Thorne D’Aurelius—the Second of the Vampire Court, dangerous, unreadable, and an absolute nightmare of a roommate—never turns the music off. But when Ryan, a newly awakened omega wolf, discovers the truth, everything changes: Thorne can hear every thought he tries to hide. And with his first heat approaching, every fantasy becomes louder… every craving harder to resist. Thorne knows it. Uses it. Plays him with words sharp enough to draw blood. Enemies. Roommates. Obsessions. And no escape—because how do you run from the monster who sleeps a wall away and lives inside your head?

“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.

Bullied, broke, and battling to save his sick mother, Ethan's life couldn't get worse—until he crossed paths with Professor Lucian, revealing the dangerous bond between them. As a Lycan, Lucian wanted nothing to do with a human mate—especially not someone like Ethan Wave, a bullied fragile human boy. However, neither could resist the unmistakable pull between them, awakening a fierce possessiveness for each other. But it was a cursed bond that would soon haunt them...

Kari had nothing to lose but his life. Being an Omega born with a gift, he decided to die along with those he killed. That was the plan, at least. But what happens when he woke up alive behind enemy lines and being given to a man who could change his life forever? ***** Ryedir planned to live his life in solitude. Being an Alpha and a Prince, he had decided to dedicate his life in governing his province. That was his plan, at least. But what happens when an unknown omega with a dark past suddenly barged into his life? ***** Will they unravel the fire underlying their cold facade? Or will they both stay frozen forever?

“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.