Men Novels Novels & Stories

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

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"Miss Whitfield, since you're asking for an interview with me, you must want something from me, right? As long as you give me a good night, as long as your request isn't excessive, I'll agree to it." Eleanor pretended not to hear and calmly continued with the interview questions. "Writer Vane, you write men's fiction — what's your opinion on the genre?" "Men's fiction is pretty good," Writer Vane said solemnly. "When I write, I always think it through. Uh, how should I put it — let me give you an example. When I write a passionate scene, my blood surges!" I will endure this! Eleanor continued, "Some say online men's fiction is too immoral — the male lead has more than a dozen women, all of t

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

“It was adorable. He used to hide them behind law textbooks. Thought no one would notice.” Lu turned to me, slowly, disbelief dawning in his expression. “Romance novels?” I kept my face perfectly composed. “It’s called studying character psychology. I was curious how emotional arcs were structured.” Christopher leaned closer to Lu and stage-whispered, “Some of them were very emotionally structured. Especially the ones with the shirtless men on the covers.” I tilted my head, deadpan. “At least they weren’t about knights and dragons like yours.” “Oh they were! But mine had duels. Yours had duels of passion.”

said Basira; “we have nothing to do with him.” “Permit me; I will ask him. Let the other side be heard,” said the little knight. But Sir Novoveski was furious. “Sir Mellehov! What sort of a Sir is he? He's… my serving lad, who has hidden himself under a strange name. Tomorrow I'1l make my dog keeper of that Sir; the day after tomorrow I'11 give command to beat that Sir with clubs. And the hetman himself cannot hinder me; for I am a noble, and I know my rights.”

Chapter five Micah’s POV What the fuck kind of mafia N*****x nightmare had I landed in? Was I being tested? Everything that had happened from the warehouse till now felt surreal, like I’d wake up in a cold sweat any second and laugh at how messed up my dreams had gotten. But I wasn’t waking up. And Elio Romano... God. What the hell was that earlier? Why did he storm in like a man possessed, only to stop short like he was fighting himself? There’d been tension in the air, thick enough to choke on.

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

That made no sense to me, yet I felt that there was truth to her statement. I was deep in thought when the sound of a man clearing his throat brought me back to reality. My breath caught in my chest as my eyes climbed the tall, well-built figure of a man until they reached the smiling face of the very handsome Caleb Smythe. I found myself immediately comparing his good looking, all-American-boy-next-door- let-me-model-your-Armani-suit-for-GQ look to that of Noah’s rugged, sexy bad-boy-I’ll-sport-your-Calvin-Klein-jeans-for-the-camera-while-bare-chested-and-wearing-an-open-leather-jacket look. It was just my luck that I preferred the bad boy look.