Waylon stopped speaking after the night that changed everything. Silence became the only way he knew how to survive. At a school ruled by a powerful secret society, silence makes him a target. Whispers follow him everywhere, reminding him that everyone knows the secret he tried to bury. The only person who seems to understand his silence is the one person he should hate. Yulien Blander. His enemy. In a world built on secrets and betrayal, Waylon might discover that the person he fears most is the only one who can save him.

「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」 ── My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there. ❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞ ── 𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮: I'm mute. I haven't spoken since the night my world drowned in blood and screams. The night I became a ghost in my own life. My stepbrother made sure I never forgot what I'd done. His fists, his venom, his cruel hands. They were my punishment. Everyone else sees a broken orphan. They look away. Pity me. They're easy to fool with silence and sad eyes. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw through me from the first rose left on my bakery doorstep. Then came the shadows, lingering too long and the suffocating certainty that he was always near. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: I was made in blood and scripture. A Reaper dressed in priest's black, sent to smash skulls and drag filthy souls back to God by the throat. Violence is the only good I've ever answered to. I'm not supposed to want him. This quiet little ghost with flour on his hands and forest green eyes that speaks the words his lips refuse. I'm not supposed to burn for the one thing my faith condemns. But the moment I saw him, something inside me cracked. Now I'm obsessed and fucking addicted. He bakes bread to feed the living. I break bones to save their souls. We were never meant to touch. But God put this hunger in me for a reason. And I was never a man who denied his calling. Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned ──

El cambio de Inazuma a Liyue fue... Horrible. O así es como lo describía Scaramouche, el calor golpeaba todos sus sentidos y el clima lluvioso del lugar no colaboraba en nada para su cabello que, si no lo planchaba, se vería todo desordenado. En resumen para él la mudanza fue un fiasco, intentando encajar a las escuelas a las que asistía sin poder quedarse quieto o callado para evitar alguna discusión con algún compañero o profesor. Quedando como única opción, un colegio privado de niños ricos, o así es como el lo clasificó. Quien diría que la mayor de sus dolores de cabeza serían un niño rico con aires de sabelotodo narcisista. Cc de portada a: _sonagee en ig.

Eli King never wanted Killian Carson or did he? Killian was a storm Eli couldn't control-wild, consuming, and utterly destructive. They hated each other with a passion that burned too hot, too fierce, and for years, they clashed in a deadly game of dominance and disdain. But obsession doesn't care for reason, and love doesn't ask for permission. Now, as their families force an alliance, Eli finds himself trapped in Killian's world-a place where boundaries blur and desires take dangerous turns. Killian Carson was never supposed to want Eli King. The perfect heir with his cold eyes and unreachable aura was everything Killian couldn't stand-controlled, calculating, and maddeningly untouchable. But the line between hate and obsession is razor-thin, and Killian crossed it long ago. And love may be the ultimate surrender.

Ryker Wright. That's the name that haunts Masons dreams. He's his bully, his tormentor, and had made masons life a living hell since the seventh grade. He hated him. But what happens when what he thought was a mutual hate, turns into a confession, and forms into something way more complicated than he ever could've expected.

"When I push it into your mouth... just swallow." His lips part slightly, breath uneven. I lean in, close enough to count the flecks in his eyes. Our knees brush slightly. He pulls back a second too late. I take a slow drag, hold it, then exhale steady between us. The smoke slips past his lips, and in that second, I can't help it. I press my mouth to his. *** Blake Callahan ruined me without even trying. Now I'm going to ruin him too-one threat, one kiss, one perfectly timed prank at a time. He has everything-money, looks, and a last name that opens doors. The golden boy of Seattle: captain of the soccer team, top of the class, with a future already written in Ivy League gold. Me? I'm Ryder Quinn. Dyed hair, piercings, fists bruised from too many fights, and a life with no safety net. Reckless. Broke. No future. We come from opposite worlds-his built on privilege, mine on survival. We're supposed to hate each other. And for a while, we do. But hate turns into tension. Tension turns into something neither of us can control. Because loving him was never part of the plan. Destroying him was. Trigger warning ⚠️ -Mature language -Sexual scenes -Violence -Drug use -Trauma

"I fucking hate you." "You shouldn't really say things like that when my dick is up your ass, Norris." Two hot-headed athletes with overflowing rage and unwinding sex drive is very much never a good combo. Bryce and Ian never see eye to eye on things. Despite being caged in the same group of friends in the same swimming team of the - yes, you guessed it - same high school, the star swimmers of Norton High hadn't exactly made good first impressions to each other on the ill-fated day they met, and let's just say things spiraled horribly from there. The two rage-fueled boys always thought that they're in this feud for the long haul until one argument escalated into something that at no point in any of their lives would they allow to happen if only they did not get a little too out of control. Sex. There's a thin line between love and hate, and Bryce and Ian's barrier just keeps getting thinner and thinner. A.K.A. Bryce and Ian were fuckbuddies... up until they weren't. Status: Editing #1 in wattpride (10/03/20) #1 in bl (10/09/20) #1 in lgbtq (08/02/21) #1 in writtenwithpride (12/26/21)

A misdelivered love letter meant for the school's cheerleader lands in her twin brother's locker, sparking an unexpected friendship that forces Oliver to face family secrets, his identity, and his growing feelings for the one boy he was never supposed to love. *** Oliver Grant wasn't trying to fall for Max Ellis. He had one job: slip a love letter into locker 166 and finally confess to Kate Ellis - the cool, untouchable cheerleader of his teenage dreams. Instead, it ends up in locker 168. Which belongs to Max Ellis - Kate's twin brother. Broody. Quiet. Star football player. Definitely not the person Oliver was supposed to fall for. And the worst part? Since that day, Max Ellis has been way too interested in Oliver Grant - showing up, sitting too close, smiling like he knows exactly what he's doing. The more Oliver tries to avoid him... ...the harder Max makes it to walk away. Now Oliver's life is spiraling into awkward hallway run-ins, mixed signals, and a growing suspicion that maybe - just maybe - the wrong locker wasn't a mistake at all.

ᴄᴀɴ ᴀ ʙᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇɴᴅ ᴊᴀᴍɪᴇ'ꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ? Jamie Stephens hated the fame long before the accident. The car crash had only shown that he also hated it for different reasons. Forced to record one more album and debut it, he's pulled back into a world he'd been glad to leave. Standing in the middle of the chaos is Sam Cassle, the golden boy of the band. While Jamie tries everything to sabotage the comeback, Sam is the one picking up the pieces. And when Sam starts to pick up the pieces of Jamie's destroyed life, Jamie realizes that what he was running from all this time wasn't fame--it was Sam. [𝟐𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎!]

Keagan is the definition of bad boy. College man with a body that could make even God moan and an attitude to put the devil to shame. Between classes and drinking parties , sex and boys, Keagan had it all. Until Jamison. Small, skinny , anti-social. Will he be able to tame the sex god or be eaten alive?