Novel & Cerita M/m Romance

If you're all about safe, good-guy heroes in your romances, this might not be your cup of tea. Each of these Mafia Men carries their own set of scars, desires, and strengths, seeking partners who accept them as they are, without expecting them to change. They're looking for compatibility, not someone who wants to mold them into something they're not. Consider this your final heads-up: Marco Costello is not your typical romantic lead. »»————————«« Trigger Warning: The following book contains imagery that may be distressing to some readers, including violence, gore, sexual content, and crude language. Reader discretion is advised.

then he kisses the back of Toma's hand. "O-Okay? Uhm, uhh… what's with you?" Toma felt weird by Noru's action, so he gently pushes him off. "You do know that I like you, and I still do by now. I may feel upset that you see me as an option, but it'll be a win-win if you get rejected again and become mine." Noru said with a grin. "How's that a win-win?" "It's a win-win since I'll get to have you forever, and I promise to make you happy." Toma could only stare at Noru that moment and admire his sincerity. It could be the perfect moment to choose him and be really happy… they could actually be happy…

• The emphasis of the novel is on the romance, which means that the concentration of sugar, fluff, and smut is higher than the concentration of mystery & adventure. • Lots of fluff. • Warning! Expect occasional explicit, kinky smut. (╹ڡ╹ ) Slightly spoiler-ish info below: • It is one-on-one pairing. MC is the bottom, ML is the top. No messy love triangles. No angst. • ML and MC don't have previous memory of each other from previous worlds so they are always falling in love anew.

"Your tracker brain is right. But your hands are actively fanning the pack fire." "Let the territory burn," I tell his chest. "I think these three volumes should do the trick." "Beginner, intermediate, and advanced mating books. Does your wolf require anything else from the archives?" he asks, his arms folding. I nod my head. "Actually, yes. My wolf desires to browse the explicit romance scrolls." "Lead the trail," he says, following my boots across the wooden floor, carrying all three massive sex texts securely in his large hands.

I sat holding my tablet, reading all these messages while Felix lay across my lap, acting like a dog waiting for his master's approval. "Felicity, you already accepted me, right? You've fallen for me at least a little over the years, haven't you? I know I've made mistakes. Please forgive me. I've avenged you and your grandmother. Let's make things right from now on. Will you stay with me forever? I love you, Felicity. I love you so much…" I smiled, and he mirrored my expression, clearly relieved. But the next moment, my words threw him back into a pit of despair.

He follows, grunting as he fills me once more, collapsing in a heap of sweat and blood. Hours pass like this...pauses for water, soft words whispered in the dark. "I love you, you know," he murmurs once, tracing my collar. Rare tenderness in our twisted dance. "Love you too, boss," I reply, meaning it. In mafia romance, it's blood and cum that bind. Dawn creeps, but we ain't done. One last round: him on his back, me riding him, leash in his grip. I bounce, muscles screaming, moaning loud.

I immediately shook my head, "No! I swear there isn't. I may or may not have made an idiot out of myself LITERALLY every time I've been around him. And anyway, he can be super irritating!" Maddie stared into the phone for a minute, a smirk on her face as if she didn't believe a word I just said. "I'm serious, Mads," I added. She smiled. "Fine fine. All I'm saying is the entire time you were talking about him you had a smile on your face. Plus, everyone knows there's a fine line between love and hate; some of the best literature romances stem from a little bit of tension." I shook my head, "Alright but this isn't a book romance, it's real life. And stop looking at me like that. I can't go the

“You are leaving me, milyy. You lied to me.” “I didn’t.” “You said all romance stories end with a happy ending. That you didn’t want a happy ending without me in it,” Maksim reminded her. She stopped moving and plopped on the bed. “What happened to that?” “Romance? Is ours even a love story?” “It is.” It might not follow the blueprint of the books she read, but it was everything of a romance to him. A different, darker type of romance. “To me, Cam. It is.”

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

The ride home from the arcade was quiet but warm, the playful glow of neon and laughter still buzzing in Milo’s chest. Ethan drove with one hand on the wheel, the other draped casually across the console, close enough that Milo could feel the heat of it. “So,” Ethan said at a red light, glancing over. “How was your first date?” Milo smirked, leaning back in his seat. “Not bad. Food was terrible. Company was alright, I guess.” Ethan’s mouth twitched, and before Milo could blink, Ethan leaned across and kissed him, slow and grounding. “I love you,” he murmured against Milo’s lips.