[BxB] Life was pretty average for Culver Fleet, an 18-year-old certified couch potato slash pothead. He has spent every waking breath dodging responsibilities, until one fateful day he is swooped by a magpie and is... changed. He thought he just caught the bird flu, but then he started growing wings, like a budget avian Spiderman. Birdman? No. Birdboy. Well, at least until he and his friends actually agree on a real hero name. --- Culver Fleet is your average 18-year-old boy, who goes to university when he feels like it, which is essentially never. His days are spent lounging on his couch with his laptop on his stomach, sharing a joint with friends or dodging life's responsibilities. He does nothing and is nothing, but he has no problem with that. In fact, he enjoys it. No expectations, no responsibilities, no worries. But that all ends when Culver gets swooped by a magpie on a seemingly mundane trip to pick up some weed. A scratch and a peck, and suddenly he's growing wings and other avian attributes. And what's a boy supposed to do when he's suddenly a budget avian Spiderman and there are plenty of bad people causing havoc in the world? Well, be a superhero, of course. This is the story of a lazy suburban Birdboy (name pending), his friends and their journey to save the world, one swoop at a time.

Seventeen year old Finn had been home schooled his whole life. Even before he moved to America, he had horrible social anxiety and struggled with depression. When he finally goes to a real high school he meets Cain, the seeming stereotypical bad boy but he also happens to have a huge secret. Cain and Finn have two completely different lives, come from two different worlds but some how the weird kid and the bad boy stumble into each other's lives, changing them drastically. Many things ago wrong and many things go great but one things for sure they are perfect for each other, no matter what anyone else thinks. They were literally made for each other after all.

Sticking two hot heads who've had it out for each other since day one didn't seem smart. But yet that's exactly what happens. Roman and Will didn't "click" together, the closest they were to having something in common was their swim team and their need to prove each other wrong. This is why they are given an ultimatum: They can give up their swimming scholarships or go to a beach house to mend their relationship. It was simple, they have to spend two months together. No communication with anybody else. Bonding exercises everyday. And absolutely no fighting for two months. Who knows what will come out of this? *** Cover art is "Rolling Muscles, Lapping Waves" by artist Gabriel Garbow

(Book 2 of the 'Need Series') Going to prison can really put a damper on an up and coming relationship. Especially when he hadn't even had the chance to properly talk to his lovers before he was whisked away. Aron thought the most painful thing he would ever have to go through is the sexual abuse. He was wrong. He was very wrong. Because looking into the eyes of his lovers as he was being dragged away was much much worse than anything physical he could ever go through. 1 year for overkill. Something given to him even after he had released the video footage from his cameras in his apartment. Getting out would be the true start of the relationship he should have long ago selfishly never let go. This time he won't let his mind control his needs.

"I was forced to marry him. He was the Alpha I feared most. But under the vows, under the blood... I became his Omega." When Julian Hale's family empire crumbles, he's offered in marriage to Dante Marino-the ruthless Alpha mafia boss. At twenty, Julian is soft, naive, and unprepared for Dante's world of blood and power. At twenty-seven, Dante wants nothing to do with a fragile Omega forced into his bed. But when Julian's first heat collides with Dante's instincts, passion takes root in fire and silk. Their bond deepens when Julian discovers he's carrying Dante's child-an heir neither of them expected. Meanwhile, Ethan-the sassy Beta best friend determined to protect Julian-finds himself dangerously entangled with Matteo, Dante's Alpha right-hand man. Their banter burns, turning into a passion neither can deny. ⚠️ Expect: Omegaverse dynamics, heat cycles, knotting, mpreg, mafia danger, arranged marriage, possessive passion, and two dangerous love stories entwined in loyalty, fire, and silk.

(A LGBT+ Novel) Ending your life isn't the right decision. Moulin didn't believe this saying until he did it. Moulin, a depressed shut-in digital writer, transmigrates into the frail body of a spoiled young master. Unknown to him, he was swallowed by the fear of death. This time, he intends to start a new beginning and relive his life carefully. Waking within the frigid confines of a cave of ice. Nightly whispers of guidance and so much more. The power of unknown origin...An unusual world where special people possess elemental powers and thriving magical beasts, A cute meng selling snow-white fox, A crowd of overprotective people, and a powerful yet impressively annoying person...a stressful Moulin massaged his forehead. This couldn't possibly get any worse... Moumou: My body doesn't feel right... (secretly inspects lower body). Moumou: ...@$%#!!! An Evil Lion: My love, our bed has gone cold... Moumou: (#ง'̀-'́)ง... Moulin × Hadrian This book is part 1 (Chap 1- Chap 148) Part 2 (Starting from Chap 149) I have no right to the story. The original author of this novel is Heather ANARE. I'm just merely putting this story on Wattpad. So, all credits go to the original author. Therefore, I believe you would support the original author. And please don't report me. Also, all the images that I used to describe the situation or the character are downloaded from Pinterest. I have no copyright to those images, and all rights belong to the original creators.

𝐃𝐁𝐂 𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 # 1 MARSHMALO | Theirs In which where Elliott got himself in a trouble, getting tangled with the Marsh Brothers. He moved in the Hellbergs Town to study in the university not to be under control by the three brothers.. ◕mature themes •REMINDER: sometimes I don't do proofreading- so probably there's typos and grammatical errors in there... ╹ediyoursna╹ (It's still me Hellian, I just changed my username:,-)

General Sevei is of the firm opinion that Nobles are shady and Alchemists even shadier. Noble Alchemists are the absolute worst. He is not looking forward to partnering with one to guard the border. Upon their introduction, though, it would seem they have already met... under very intimate circumstances. Oh...,**** Set in the same world as Salvage, but we're going back in time for some Medieval sword and sorcery! This wholesome, happy-endings-all-around, smutty queer fantasy romance features an M/M main couple along with a host of supporting characters bringing some trans rep, some pan rep, some sex worker positivity, and even a straight ally who tries his darndest, bless his little puppy heart. Plenty of fluff, plenty of sexy times, a few funny bits, and our gang do all make it through the Horrors - but there is a war on, so there's also plenty of angst and a bit of bloody violence along the way. CW: Violence, violent death (no main characters), homophobic society, internalized homophobia and closeting, internalized transphobia (supporting character), war veteran ptsd, slavery (supporting character - no abuse of this character is depicted and sentiments are anti-slavery), strong language, detailed sexual content (all consensual), discussion of sex work.

Alvin Frazier, an illegitimate son recently taken in by his Baron grandfather, is at the very last of the English nobility. He has no dreams or expectations of ever making a suitable match, much less a love match. All he has is his critical outlook on life and his love for painting, and coming from a background of poverty, he sincerely wants nothing more. It only took the most uneventful ball of the season to change his life forever. When the most eligible catch of the ton knocks on his door, asking for his hand, he finds the gentleman just a little bit suspicious. Being a widow of over five years, Duke Presley did not consider himself eager to marry again. That was, until his eyes set upon a certain young man loitering around in a dead-boring ball, stuck to the walls. An enquiry was made, a letter was written, and Lord Presley finds himself at Baron Frazier's doorstep, asking for his grandson's hand in marriage. He expected a ready and most grateful acceptance but is thoroughly shocked to be met with resistance. Not to ever be denied however, he sets out to charm the object of all his desires. And what Lord Presley wants, he gets. And so, begins a tedious and apprehensive period of courtship filled with barely contained lust and heated glances. But what should have been easily the most famous love match of the season, may turn into a farce, especially when one of the two parties is holding a grave secret. Or where Alvin's fate is sealed with a single glance from Lord Presley.

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"