Novel Web LGBTQ+ & Cerita Badboy Age Gap

Killian’s life is a masterclass in controlled perfection. He’s the star football player, the heir to a business empire, and the dutiful son in an arranged relationship with Serena, the key to his family’s next fortune. He believes he's content,until a wild, anonymous one-night stand shatters his carefully built world. That perfect life explodes the next day, when his lover walks into his classroom as his new professor, Igor. A man of wealth and power, Igor thought he had buried his desires long ago, but the sight of Killian sends a shockwave through him. Trapped in a high-stakes game of forbidden love, they are forced to navigate a secret so dangerous it could ruin them both. With a public engagement looming and a watchful, abusive father, their stolen moments are a ticking clock..Will the truth be exposed, and when it is, will it tear Killian's world apart?

He kept his distance until the men closest to him stopped letting him. In rooms that were supposed to stay ordinary, control slips, tension snaps, and the line he thought he could hold disappears. One by one they decide he belongs to them—and he stops fighting it.

I stared, I gulped, my heart skipped a beat, my stomach twisted and I can feel the butterflies, a linger and a cold chill ran and travelled through my vein, flowing through my blood like lava. The man before me was heavenly, I could barely look away. From the way his dark grey orbs stared back at me to the way his jet black hair fell spikingly on his shoulder, my whole body shuddered uncontrollably from the sensation growing in my system. My eyes trailed up to his sharp jawline, his straight pointed nose, his tick, long eyebrows and eyelashes to his sinful, tempting, luscious lips. Consciously, I ran a over my lips but the sound of my dad clearing his throat pulled me out from my trace as a slightly jerked, feeling electrified. "Tristan, I went you to meet my friend, Dr Sean" My dad introduced the sexy, demigod man with that sinful body of his. I quivered again. "Sean, meet my son Tristan" Dad introduced me but my eyes remained cemented on him and I could swore I saw a spark in those dark orbs but it was gone as soon as it came, making me doubt if I really saw it. I watched him run his over his reddish, luring lips while his ran down my body, making my inside burn with a sudden fire I had never felt before...and then, he spoke.... "Nice to meet you kitten" And from that moment no, I knew it was over for my heart. From that moment I knew I was in love with MY FATHER'S FRIEND!

Rhett’s father is making him go to dinner because his father’s best friend is arriving and will be staying with the family while his new home is finished being renovated. All Rhett knows is the guy is a stiff. He runs some big company and is moving his headquarters here. He remembers meeting him once and thought he was boring and as annoying as his father. What Rhett didn’t remember is how attractive this older man is despite his stiff posture and suit, the much shorter and much older man has serious sex appeal. Despite his short stature and social awkwardness, Gabriel bests Rhett when he tries talking to him on the terrace and promises to “whip” the younger man into shape in a rather heated moment. The sexual tension is high, but their personalities clash. Meanwhile, Rhett is forced to move home and declare his major and Gabriel is having a hard time convincing the shareholders, firstly that his move to the East Coast was for the best of the company seeing as the most successful branches are in the region and that his spinoff idea which really connects with the essence of who he is will bring the company more success. He must find a solution and that solution might just save both his and Rhett’s asses, if he can get the younger man to comply. Trigger warning: This book contains mature materials and homosexual content including domination and kinks, betrayals, attempted suicide, depression, attempted murder, homophobia and mental health issues. There may not be content warnings on chapters within.

MATURE CONTENT A Collection of Extreme, Unfiltered Sex Stories This is not gentle. This is not romantic. This is pure, hard filth. The Filth Archive contains dozens of short, explicit stories that go straight for the dirtiest kinks without apology. Brutal CNC, public degradation, gang use, objectification, extreme penetration, heavy power exchange, fluids, filthy roleplay, and everything in between — including male-on-male and bisexual scenes. Every story is written in sharp, graphic detail so you feel the stretch, the impact, the mess. No soft edges. No holding back. If you’re looking for romance, keep walking. If you want the dirtiest possible version of every kink, open the book.

Everyone at BHC thinks I only hang out with Eugene Grant so he’ll write my essays. Eugene thinks I’m just his troubled, rich best friend hiding from an empty mansion. Neither knows the real reason I’m always sleeping over. It’s his father: Officer Marcus Grant. Cold, muscular, and dangerously strict, Marcus is the only cop in the city my family’s money can’t buy. He thinks I’m a reckless bad influence on his son. He’s fucking right. I start fights just so he’ll arrest me. I walk around his house shirtless at 2 AM just to watch his expression. Ever since one drunken night blurred the lines between us, I’ve done everything possible to make the stern officer lose control again. "Put a damn shirt on and get back to the guest room," Marcus whispered the order in the dark kitchen. Instead, I stepped closer until my bare, tattooed chest brushed his silver badge. "Why?" I murmured with a lazy grin. "Does it bother you, Officer Grant? Or are you still thinking about that night you called a mistake?" Before I could blink, Marcus grabbed my hair and slammed my back against the wall, clamping a heavy hand over my mouth. "Make a single sound and wake my son up, and you'll regret it," he breathed against my ear. "You came down here looking for trouble, Jaxon. Don't complain now that you found it." Playing with fire under my best friend’s roof is dangerous enough. But now Eugene is looking at me as more than a friend, and his father’s grip on my wrists is only getting tighter. Officer Grant wants to teach me a lesson. Little does he know, I’ve been begging to get cuffed from the start.

Due to the difficulty of life, Rylan decided to go to Manila to work, but just like the provincial people believe, Manila is not just a place. He will face many trials. He will go through hunger, fatigue and self-pity and he will meet many people. Did he make the right decision to go to Manila to make life easier or will he return to the province in tears?

When Japheth, a secret police agent is assigned to spy on the son of the biggest mafia don in Miami, he has no choice but to disguise himself as a professor and infiltrate his school to get more information. What started as an investigation turned into deeper conversations, sneaky kisses, and brain-shutting nights together. Japheth never thought he was into boys, until he met the one who made him question everything he had believed in. Until he met Aaron.

My uncle stole money from the mafia and ran. Now, my sister has to pay the debt through marriage. But when I ruined the wedding and she tried to jump off a building, I had no choice but to take her place. ​I have to marry a man—the one I can't stop cursing and wishing to kill. Alessio motherfucking Vito is a vicious devil dressed in a fancy suit. Behind that charming smile, he paints the ground in blood and manipulates those who disobey. ​And when I disobey him, he promises to turn my life into a living hell. He wants to claim me, mark me, and destroy me. Well, that's too bad, because I'm going to ruin his life just as much as he ruined mine.

Tate flirts with danger the same way he flirts with men. Recklessly. So when his father’s debts land him in the hands of Enzo Moretti, a cold-blooded mafia boss with a smile as sharp as his threats, Tate should be terrified. Instead, he flirts harder, hiding sharp eyes behind thick glasses like he doesn’t see the monster watching him. But he does. He always did. Enzo is no ordinary criminal. He’s a werewolf with a body built to break, a past soaked in blood, and a temper barely kept in check. Tate is supposed to be collateral—silent, obedient, forgotten. But Tate? He’s loud, shameless, stubborn enough to make Enzo feel. For months, they circle each other—clashing, teasing, burning. Enzo should’ve killed him, but instead, he steals him. Holds him. Breaks him open until their craving for each other twists between punishment and pleasure, until need feels like worship, and pain starts to taste like love. Then, when Tate thinks he’s escaped, when he thinks he’s free—Enzo lets him go. When someone else tries to take what’s already his, Enzo doesn’t hesitate. He drags Tate back, and now the boy wears his name, carries his ring, and sleeps in his bed. Maybe Tate should hate him. But he doesn’t. Because he never wanted gentle. He never wanted safe. He wanted this—blinding, consuming desire. And Enzo? He doesn’t let go. Not when he’s tasted him. Marked him. Owned him. Because monsters like him don’t share. Not even with their own blood.