PLAYING THE PLAYER (M×M)
~ ALISTAIR ~
I hate him.
There’s no point in admiring what you can’t be. I hate his sharp tongue, his smug smirk, the way he looks at me like he already knows how this ends.
I don’t like men.
Calvin Rutledge is a problem. A problem I can’t ignore. A problem that’s in my face, under my skin, unraveling me one smirk at a time.
But the worst part? I want him.
And he knows it.
Now, every glance burns, every touch lingers, and every fight makes me crave the one thing I swore I’d never want—him. A man. A know-it-all who plays by his own rules.
I was never supposed to want him.
And yet, here I am… falling.
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~ CALVIN ~
I know his type. Rich. Arrogant. A cocky football star who thinks the world revolves around him.
Alistair Morano is all that—and more. My sworn enemy. My reluctant project partner. My ‘boss’.
He thinks I’m just another nerd he can push around. Cute.
But here’s the thing—he’s the one being played.
By the time he realizes I’m the one pulling the strings, it’ll be too late. Because he’ll be mine.
Mine to tease.
Mine to break.
Mine to ruin.
And when he finally falls? I’ll be right there, waiting to catch him, just to break him all over again.
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Chapter: Alistair ~ ALISTAIR ~I don't go to class.I know Ray would be pissed—probably yap my ear off once he realized the seat he saved for me would stay empty.Instead, I head toward the faculty library.Don’t ask me why.I can’t read in there. The fonts in the textbooks are too damn small. The words blur together like ants on crack.So I just sat there.Staring into nothing.Replaying that scene over and over in my head until it all blurs into white noise.Then, I must’ve passed out. Thirty-two minutes later, I woke up with a stiff neck and a decision.I’d had enough.I grab my backpack and trudge out, the sunlight slicing through my thoughts as I head to the parking lot. Blast music at full volume the whole ride home, hoping to drown the noise in my head.Home is empty.And I don’t mean no-family-empty. I mean clinically sterile.The only signs of life were the patrol guards sweating in tailored suits, their sunglasses probably like mirrors hiding judgments they didn’t dare voice.I respond to the
Last Updated: 2025-04-13
Chapter: Calvin~ CALVIN ~“I have dyslexia.”The words hit harder than a slap.I stand there, frozen, as those three words echo in my head over and over again—louder than the rushing blood in my ears, louder than anything else.I have dyslexia.Fuck.How didn’t I see it? The missed words, the awkward pauses when he read aloud, the sudden bursts of frustration when we studied… It all makes sense now. And I thought he was just being lazy, or stubborn, or—God, I was such an asshole.He wasn’t ignoring the work. He was fighting a silent battle I didn’t even bother to notice. And now I feel like shit.He told me like a weapon. Like a secret he'd hidden for so long, only to use it now to hurt me. And the worst part? It worked. Because I deserve it.I still don’t move. My feet feel glued to the floor, and my chest feels… hollow. Like something just got yanked out of me and I didn’t even realize how much it mattered until it was gone. And this isn't about me wanting to fuck him, it's because Alistair Moran
Last Updated: 2025-04-12
Chapter: Alistair ~ ALISTAIR ~ I can't keep running forever. And so, on the second day of my escape, Ray decided he'd had enough. He barged into my room like a goddamn hurricane and dragged me out. Now here I am, trudging toward our next lecture, his hand on my shoulder like he's the one in charge. Meanwhile, he’s rattling on about something, probably to get on my nerves even more. I couldn’t care less. My eyes are glued to the ground, and all I can think about is not running into him. Not him. Not Calvin. Please, not today. So, I whisper a silent prayer, though I’m not the praying type. I just want to make it through without having to face the mess I created. Ray grips my shoulder tightly and I turn to him slowly. “What?” He chuckles. “Your mind is not even here.” “And so?” “You still haven't told me why you didn't come to school for two days, bitch.” I roll my eyes inwardly. That's one of the problems about having one close friend that's good at reading energies. This fucker knew that I'v
Last Updated: 2025-04-11
Chapter: A/NHi Calistair's passengers! Basically, I have four 2 hours lectures today. I'm currently in 1 and I didn't stockpile chapters prior to today(my mistake). And I'm sorry to break it, but update will be very delayed today and I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you today by publishing 3 chapters after my lectures and a short nap but that will be until I get back to my hostel. Thank you so much for understanding. 💗
Last Updated: 2025-04-10
Chapter: Alistair ~ ALISTAIR ~I don't leave my room.Not for breakfast. Not for class. Not even when the fire alarm goes off in the hallway for two whole minutes before someone slams it back into silence.I'm curled up on my bed, face buried in the same damn pillow I screamed into last night. My body still aches in places it shouldn’t. My hole is sore. My throat burns. My brain is fried.And my fucking lips still tingle from his kiss. And I can still taste his cum in my mouth no matter how much toothpaste and mouthwash I'd gulped.Calvin.Calvin fucking Rutledge.The guy I hate. The fake nerd. The know-it-all. The smug academic coach I swore I’d never let get the best of me.He didn’t just get the best of me.He wrecked me.I drag a hand down my face, hard. If I could rip the memory from my skull and lobotomize myself with a spoon, I would. I want to forget. I need to forget.But I can’t.Every time I blink, I’m back there, tied up, blindfolded, trembling, begging like a fucking slut. And the worst pa
Last Updated: 2025-04-09
Chapter: Alistair - T.W (dub.con×18+)~ ALISTAIR ~ I shouldn't crave this pain but I couldn't hold back the moan that slips past my throat through my clenched teeth, my brain failing to register the familiarity in his hand. In his voice.“Please…” i whisper and I don't even know what I'm begging for. More or less?Should he stop because of the pain or should he continue because of the pleasure. I… don't know.Fuck.“Dirty boy.” He growls into my ear.I shiver when I feel his thumb swiping the tip of my cock which is leaking precum and his jerking shifts to focus more on the tip of my cock.“Fuck.” I curse, eye closed between the blindfold, thrashing within the binds, forcing in air through my mouth, sweat and tears trickling down my face.“I'm going to cum.” I grit out.“I won't let you.” He says, his voice low before he comes to a stop.Fucker.A sob claws at my throat, my chest heaving while I raise my hip, chasing the friction.“Please…” The words escape before I can stop it.I feel his hands on my lips, probing my tee
Last Updated: 2025-04-08
Chapter: A/NStarting this book wasn't part of the plan. That day, my goal was to scroll through P*******t to find a cover for "GOOD SIN" since I wasn't able to afford a designer. But then, I saw a rainbow poem. And it was just... too emotional. I've always been neutral but the idea just came that day. I wasn't a big fan of MM or BL books and I knew it won't hurt to do something new so I started my first draft. The final kick in the ass was Goodnovel's contest. I applied and I wasn't really surprised when it passed the review because I worked for this. I don't really want to say too much. So, I will be using this medium to appreciate all my readers. To you: You are the one who kept me going. You are the that made me not to give up on Dimitri and Vincent. Yes, I almost gave up. I was a lazy writer. But seeing my subscribers grow by twos and threes everyday was like a fuel. Then, Trice Miano came. When I saw you voted for my book, I was really happy. Then, you commented. That day wasn't just no
Last Updated: 2025-02-23
Chapter: Epilogue. HisMaybe the quote was right. What is really meant for you cannot be taken away. After thirty two years, Vincent had finally learnt that a home doesn't necessarily have to be a place. It could be a person. He might be smart, but his body was obviously a dumbass. Even with him openly portraying Dimitri Santini as the devil, he'd willingly let him drag him into darkness. A darkness he never wanted to slip out of. Dimitri eased into his hole one last time before sliding out and landing on his back. Then, he pulled him atop him, their sweats and breaths mingling together just like it was supposed to be. “You have the stamina of a beast.” Vincent scoffed, leaning up to take a look at his face. He smirked as he kissed his nose. “Thank you Signore Mio.” “That wasn't a praise.” “Who said it's not?” He scoffed one last time, knowing well that arguing with him is pointless. He will always win. He placed his head back on his chest and closed his eyes as he listened to the soothing so
Last Updated: 2025-02-23
Chapter: 92. Don't waste anything The kiss was gentle.And slow. Unhurried. With no tongues. Yet.Dimitri pulled him closer by his neck and deepened the kiss. Then, he sucked on his lips as his thumb played with his pulse.Just how much he'd missed the thrum of his pulse again his finger or the beat of his heart against his chest. Heaven knows how much he'd missed him. And that thought only fueled his determination.He wanted to have him. All over again.He needed him like he needed air and he wanted to engrave himself under his skin just like it was meant to be.Would he let him?Well, it doesn't matter. He is Dimitri Santini. He always gets what he wants and now, he wants him and he would get him. But this time, he'd decided he won't use force. He would make him submit. Willingly.His tongue probed his teeth, silently demanding entry, and he let him. He drove in straight, pulling him more closer until he's sitting on the floor and he's straddling him. He sucked on his tongue, exploring his mouth and tasting the alco
Last Updated: 2025-02-22
Chapter: 91. CheesyNow, miserability flowed in Vincent's veins instead of blood. The day was not really over but his’ was already ruined.“Thank you guys.” He whispered, his gaze fixed on the ceiling in silence, his mind replaying the scene.He could still feel his lips on him, the way he'd claimed him and almost bruised his lips. Absent-mindedly, his fingers touched his lips and he pressed it before hissing and dropping his hand to his side.Because now, he didn't only hate him, he hated himself too.As soon as Jenna entered and closed the door, Remi turned to her. “Where did you go bitch?” “To get a stuff real quick.” She said with a chuckle as she walked forward before flopping beside Vincent and grabbing his hand.“You are acting suspicious…” Alex whispered and she shot him a glare before diverting her attention back to Vincent.“Emm, Vince. Actually, I don't really know how to pacify someone through words but I can accompany you to the bar and we can drink like a sailor.”“So you could slip off wi
Last Updated: 2025-02-22
Chapter: 90. Ripples -2~ VINCENT ~ Silence.Wave after waves of silence.He could hear nothing except the loud beats of his heart and the blood rushing to his ears and his harsh breath due to the anger coursing through his veins.Vincent blinked in shock as his friends suddenly brushed past him. He felt someone push him forward before he heard the door shut behind him. He turned to the door. It was really closed.The fuckers has locked him outside, leaving him with the devil.But he refused to be scared. He'd already dined and dwelled with the devil. He's the devil he knew now right? There's nothing to be scared about now right?He whispered to himself internally, trying to calm his racing heart.It was like they were in a staring contest. Dimitri stared at him, trying to etch his face back into memory. And he glared back, trying to contain the anger and bloodlust he felt. Thank God for Remi forcing him to gym and learn how to box, his confidence had increased by ten folds even though he knew that if he
Last Updated: 2025-02-21
Chapter: 89. Ripples -1~ VINCENT ~“Did you know that something similar happened with me and Jake?” Alex said, washing the cabbage in the sink.“Hmm?” Vincent asked absentmindedly, his gaze fixed on the potatoes he was trying to squash with a fork. It was the evening of his graduation and Mother-jenna had placed a ‘no take out’ rule to celebrate the newest graduates. And here they are, in the kitchen after Jenna herself almost burnt down the whole chicken while trying to flip a beef. Ironic.“It was a pool party and I saw a girl kissing him beside the pool. We were in our second year of university. If we hadn't been dating since high school, I wouldn't have believed him.”Vincent glanced at her over his shoulder. “If I could remember clearly, we were not up to four months and the trust was not fully established.”“Wow. And you guys did all those things within four months?”“Hmm.” He nodded.At that moment, Remi trotted into the open kitchen, his wet hair glued to his head.Vincent only spared him a quick
Last Updated: 2025-02-21
GOOD SIN
It's a contract of lies. And a bloody fucking war.
To stop a war, I'm being forced to marry my sworn enemy.
Damien Vincenzo is everything hell is. A brutal, domineering, monster with a body built to kill.
And now. I belong to him.
But one thing I won't ever give him will be my heart.
We were a match made in hell. And "Till death do us apart." might be the perfect word to describe this situation but it won't even be enough.
It's not supposed to be real.
It's not.
And one thing I'm sure of is that, I'm out to destroy him just like he did to me.
He stole my life, my breath, my entire existence.
My name is Anastasia Zhukov and I'm a thief. One that's not after wealth, but lives.
His life.
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Book 1: Anastasia & Damien.
Book 2: Isabella & Claud.
Book 3: Teal & Vittorio.
Book 4: Alexander & Dimitra.
T.W: non-con, dub-con, CNC(consensual nonconsent), BDSM, age-gap, ch*cking, forbidden love, explicit content, sadomasochism.
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Chapter: T W E N T Y - N I N E~ DAMIEN ~A mistake.That's what it is.It shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have let my joy overwhelm me, forgetting Anastasia's wants in the process.When did it get to this?Fuck it. I think I'm losing myself.I stare at her retreating back in a daze. She didn't say anything to me as she steps into the car. Her bodyguard fixes his eyes on me and if looks could kill, I would have turned into ashes but two can play the game, so I shoot him one of mine.“I'm going to kill you.” He mouths before stepping into the car and driving her away.Do I follow her?I shake my head at the intrusive thought.If Anastasia wants space, she wants it. I've already locked her in. She should be a free bird tonight.With a sigh, I turn and make my way back into the house, trying to ignore my beating heart which I'd thought was dead.Anastasia is a thief.And she's not only a thief, but a worm too.She stole my heart or anything that's left of it with her snide sarcastic comments and she wormed her wa
Last Updated: 2025-03-14
Chapter: T W E N T Y - E I G H T~ ANASTASIA ~“What actually happened?” Claud asks as we speed off into the night.I say nothing, my gaze outside the window. “Nothing you should worry about.” I whisper.“You know you can tell me anything.” How do I tell him that I was angry because Damien didn't put my personal feelings first at first and he'd let his joy overwhelm him? How do I tell him that I'm angry that I'm angry? How do I tell him that my mood is slowly getting haywire and I'm irritated for nothing?Telling him I'm pregnant is not an option.The purpose of this arranged marriage is merging. The child that's slowly growing in me is the result of the merging. Telling them I'm pregnant will bring attention and I will feel like… an animal. An animal that was led to the slaughter that finally produced leather or an animal that was grazed that finally started producing milk.I don't want to feel like that. Ever again.“Fuck it.” Claud suddenly curses, jerking me out of my thoughts.Claud never curses unless overwhel
Last Updated: 2025-03-11
Chapter: T W E N T Y - S E V E N~ ANASTASIA ~“Oh darling.” She chimes before standing up and engulfing me in a warm hug - or, as warm as her lithe body could allow.She cups my face, her eyes searching mine before they dart to Damien behind me and they wrinkle in the corners as she smiles.Were they talking about me?Was she telling him about my resemblance to mother or father?My heart beats fast in my chest as I stay still, my palm feeling sweaty. She smiles at me one last time before pulling away and grabbing my hand.“We have dinner waiting, my dear. Come come, let's eat.” She says, leading me to the dining hall.I gulp, hoping she won't notice how sweaty my palm is. My other hand tightens on my bag which has my phone, my tummy tingling in paranoia.I spare Damien who was walking behind a glance and a shuddering breath slips past my throat. Nothing is wrong.It's just my anxiety and paranoia.I convince myself as we step foot into the vast dining hall.Damien's brother was there. Including Dimitra. Seems like
Last Updated: 2025-03-09
Chapter: T W E N T Y - S I X~ ANASTASIA ~I hold my breath, my eyes on his face, waiting for his reaction.Is he as confused as me? Did he hear his dreams and hopes shatter with the news of the pregnancy? Is his mind and heart torn between keeping the pregnancy and aborting it? Did he–He smiles. Not his regular tight-lipped one or his hearty laughters or his annoying grins and smirks. But he smiles, showing all his thirty-two white pearl-like teeth as he walks towards me and lifts me before spinning me.I stare at him in confusion, watching as his eyes crinkles at the side. Then, he drops me and kisses my forehead. Maybe I didn't know what I was thinking, but my lips stretch into a smile too and my heart blooms in happiness as I inhale his scent, his happiness rubbing off me. His puckered lips meet my forehead, pecking me before descending to my neck.I tilt my neck, giving him more accessibility.“I'm so happy right now.” He whispers against my skin, pulling me closer to him as if wanting to eliminate the li
Last Updated: 2025-03-08
Chapter: T W E N T Y - F I V E~ ANASTASIA ~° A week later ~ Still under ‘home arrest’.°“Take. You pee inside a bowl or potty. Then, you dip it inside it to check.” Isabella says, passing me a pregnancy test strip she'd gotten for me.With scrunched nose, I collect the strip from her. “It's just fever.” I grumble. “That's how I always feel when I have fever.”“Yes, it's just fever but still, use it. I'm leaving now. Text the results to me sissy. So, I can know if I'm going to be an aunt soon.”“Shut up bitch.” I say with a chuckle. “I use my pill after the third round and my calendar says that's not a fertile day.”“Hmmm, your pale face says something else.” She says, leaving me as she walks towards the door. She blows me a kiss before shutting the door close.My gaze lingers on the kit in annoyance, a strange feeling starting to pool in my belly. It's… dread.I don't feel good.But I can't be pregnant.I let out a sigh and stand up, taking my shorts off while I mentally praise the being above. Damien had gone t
Last Updated: 2025-03-04
Chapter: T W E N T Y - F O U R~ ANASTASIA ~That day was the first time we would have sex. But it wasn't the last.The other day, Damein bent me over the counter and fucked me until I cried. There was a day he fucked me with my face pressed against the wall to wall window, overlooking the city while I fear that no one would catch a sight of me getting railed from behind.So many scenarios I'd forgotten in the span of eight days.And now? I'm tired!Like, I've had enough!And yeah, I can't walk without feeling him in me.With my pussy throbbing mildly, I walk towards him. He lifts his gaze, his eyes landing on my face as I sit down on the sofa opposite me.“You good?” He asks.I shake my head. “I can't keep up anymore.”Not with the thorough fucking.“I need to go out.”He sighs and leans his back against the head rest of the sofa. “Someone is after your life, Anastasia. We have two attempts in just two weeks. If you are to go out, you must take at least six guards with you.”My brows shoot up, my mind wandering to
Last Updated: 2025-03-04
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