GOLDWINWAR

In the Kingdom of Zarethrone, justice isn’t served by a blade or exile it’s served through pleasure.A land where one can escape death... if they satisfy the desires of royalty. Where punishment comes in the form of seduction, and the King's rule is wild, wicked, and erotic.Prince Kaelith, the only heir to the throne, is forbidden from lying with any man.In a kingdom ruled by lust, his desire for a man is the only crime he must never commit. But when secrets swirl, forbidden hearts awaken, and his body begins to crave what the law denies… how long can he obey the rules of his father’s kingdom?Hale is a poor, rebellious son of a village blacksmith. He didn’t expect to catch the eye of Prince Kael. And he didn’t expect Kael’s gentle hands, stolen glances, or whispered promises in the dark.But falling in love with the prince is illegal as a Man. Forbidden. Deadly.As their hidden romance grows under royal eyes, from royal chambers filled with whispered moans to courtroom punishments that ignite passion, every chapter drips with sin, secrets, and the battle between pleasure and power.In Zarethrone, no one is truly innocentAnd pleasure is the only way to survive.Warning: This story contains mature themes, erotic punishments, LGBTQ+ relationships, and royal affairs not suited for readers under 18.If you're ready for a royal fantasy like no other, add to your library, leave a review, and join the journey of His Majesty’s Secret.

[ADULT CONTENT WARNING: Explicit intimacy and mature relationship themes. 18+ only.]Seven years together. Two years married.To the world, Alexander Montclair is the perfect husband gentle, patient, and calm. A man who never raises his voice and believes love should be quiet and understanding.But behind closed doors, his silence speaks louder than anger.In our marriage, his family comes before everything. His mother’s wishes dictate our lives, while my own needs are expected to wait. Every compromise, every apology, every sacrifice, it’s always me who gives in.The only time I feel chosen is in our intimacy moment, when desire briefly drowns out duty and that's when he listens to me instead of his family’s voice.But sex moments can’t hold a marriage together.This is not a story about cruelty or violence.It’s about emotional neglect, quiet obedience, and the slow ache of realizing that love without choice will eventually break you.After seven years of loving him, I must decide: Remain the husband who is always second or finally choose myself.

They say the body has memory.I didn’t believe that until I started waking up soaked in sweat and c*m, my heart racing, my fingers trembling, my lips parted as if I’d been whispering his name in sleep.But I never even knew his real name.I remember his voice though, how it curled around me like smoke, soft and deep, commanding yet kind, dark and dangerous.He never touched me. Never laid a hand on me. But I came so hard, I cried.Now, every night, I crave it. That voice. That whisper that made my knees weak. That sin I never thought I’d want.I thought I was straight. Now, I’m not even sure I’m sane.And I think I’d ruin myself just to hear it again.For 25 years, Zayn lived in a world of straight expectations, dating girls, chasing pleasure that always ended in silence and frustration. Sex was a routine, not release. Until one bored night, chasing a thrill, he said yes to something different.A man in a club offered him more than money, he offered a secret, a night of satisfaction like he’d never known. But when Zayn entered that hotel room, he didn’t expect him, the rich, cold, dangerously alluring heir of a conservative empire, whose father publicly condemns everything he hides in the dark.What started as a one-night experiment turned into a dangerous addiction. Without a single touch, Zayn was broken open, undone, and made to scream, cry, and beg, only through sound.Now, even back home, Zayn trembles when he hears his voice in dreams, in memory, in madness. His sheets are always wet. His nights are restless. His body wants more.And the worst part?He's starting to want him, too.18+ WARNINGThis story contains explicit male-male content, intense erotic scenes, and psychological seduction.If you're not ready for a world where a voice can break you, proceed cautiously.Read at your discretion.

[+18| Adult Content | Dark | Erotic Mafia Romance]In Central City, everyone knows the name Marcone. It’s a name whispered in fear, a name synonymous with blood, shadows, and an empire built on the broken bones of anyone who dared to cross them.Adrian Grayson is a ghost. A widower frozen in three years of grief, he lives for his art and nothing else. He doesn't care about the city's monsters, until he accidentally crashes into the most dangerous one of all.Twice in one night, the cold, lethal Matteo Marcone saves Adrian’s life. Adrian hates to owe anyone, especially a devil. But when he asks how to settle the debt, the answer isn't money or blood.“Climb into my bed if you want to repay me,” Matteo rumbles. “Or remain forever in my debt.”Adrian is straight. He is a man of honor. But in a fortress of stone and iron, trapped by a man who refuses to let him go, Adrian realizes that the Devil doesn't just want his body, he wants to consume his very soul.Will Adrian pay the price, or will he discover that some debts can only be paid in skin?A/N: This story is entirely fictional. All characters, names, locations, and events are products of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to real people, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental.