Mm Novel Novels & Stories

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

Maddox I was chilling in my room when those muffled moans and thuds started seeping through the walls, and I knew exactly what was going down—Hayden and Kyle going at it like animals. My curiosity got the better of me, so I crept over and cracked the door just enough to peek in. My heart pounded in my chest as I took in the raw, sweaty scene: Hayden pounding into Kyle with ferocious rhythm, Kyle's ass bouncing back against every thrust, his moans ringing out like the sexiest fucking symphony I'd ever heard.

The First Day Naomi Caught Something She Shouldn’t Have Seen One House… Three Secrets The sun was tilting toward the horizon as Adel returned home with heavy steps, each one masking a carefully measured anxiety. He opened the apartment door quietly and saw Naomi in the kitchen, her hair casually tied up, preparing dinner with a pure smile. That innocence alone would have been enough to shatter the heart of any ordinary man… but Adel was no longer an ordinary man. He no longer navigated his life with emotion or honesty, but with a precise map of domestic lies and a meticulously planned scheme crafted by the mistress of seduction herself, Nelly.

I tried to push him away while still holding the beer can, but my arms felt completely devoid of strength. Feeling my slight resistance, he finally broke the seal of our lips, lingering just a millimeter away. Our eyes locked in the dark, his heavy palm still resting firmly against the nape of my neck. I tried to force my hammering heart to slow down, desperate to extinguish the dangerous fire pooling in my gut. I glared up at him, my gaze burning with venom. "Neo, do you like it?" he rasped, his scorching breath fanning across my flushed face, carrying the scent of crisp midnight air and dark, dangerous intent.

made of pure, white static. ​"Welcome to the 'Young Adult' Sector, Nora," the man whispered. "The Publishers decided the 'Billionaire Romance' was too predictable. They’ve commissioned a 'Dystopian Re-Imagining'. And your son is the Antagonist." ​Leo looked at Nora, and his eyes weren't green or amber anymore. They were Solid Silver.

Nico groaned, but the words were weak, breathless. Damien’s fingers thrust deeper, faster, curling inside him until Nico cried out, voice breaking in the empty cellar. His hips pushed back without permission, desperate for more. “That is it,” Damien growled. “Ride my hand. Show me how much you hate me.” Nico’s pride cracked, moans spilling from his lips with every thrust. His body moved against Damien’s hand, hungry, helpless. “You should see yourself,” Damien murmured. “The Moretti heir begging on my fingers. I could leave you like this. Ruined. Denied. But you want more, do you not?”

My biggest problem wasn’t writer’s block. It was a terminal, throbbing case of blue balls, and the only cure was Damian. I could write a thousand words about the slick heat of skin on skin, the guttural sounds a man makes when he’s about to come, the exact way a cock pulses in your hand. My anonymous stories in the university literary magazine were legendary, the most dog-eared, most whispered-about pages in the whole publication. Everyone thought "A. N. Onymous" was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual.

“Then he begged me not to. You don’t fake that. Not like that.” “Maybe he didn’t have to fake it.” Nico crouched in front of me so we were eye-level. “Maybe he hated every second and came anyway. Maybe he hated you and still wanted you. People do fucked-up shit when they’re trapped, Milo. You of all people should know that.” I swallowed. My throat felt lined with gravel. The burner buzzed again on the couch cushion. We both looked at it. The screen lit up with another message from the unknown number.

"Besides, you can feel my presence even before I appear anyway." He crouched, ready to pounce. Noelle narrowed her eyes, ready to defend herself but knowing not to what extend she would be able to do that since he could read her mind and would know her moves. But she was Noelle Moore after all. She was not going down without a fight. She never gave up without a fight It just was not in her nature - in that way, she was definitely more human than anything else. "Hey!" Before Doom could make his move, a voice interrupted them.

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