Diana is looking forward to finally finishing high school. Stay out of trouble. Focus only on art. This is Diana's grand plan - until she is assigned to paint the portraits of a girl she can't stand to be around: the school's obnoxious soccer team captain, Alex Perez. ***** It's senior year. Diana just wants to keep her head low while dealing with a family that is slowly but steadily falling apart and a best-friend-turned-enemy that she could certainly do without. The last thing Diana wants to do is spend her last year of high school painting the portraits of Alex Perez. Everyone loves Alex - she's the town's prodigy and the school's golden girl. But Diana and Alex couldn't be more opposite; put them in an art room together and a disaster is bound to happen. [[word count: 70,000 - 80,000]] Cover designed by Ilafi Nastiti [WATTYS 2021 SHORTLIST]

"Who was your first kiss?" Ares asked very seriously and my face started reddening. "I. . . haven't been kissed. Yet." I looked away as I didn't have the courage to meet his eyes and admit this. "Why not?" Why was he asking me this? "You obviously know why. I'm average, I'm just a normal girl." I was interrupted by an impatient scoff. "That's not why." "Fine, you tell me why." I retorted but instantly regretted it. He was going to tell me that I wasn't pretty enough or that I wasn't interesting enough or- "You were waiting." *** ~Highest Ranking: #2 in Werewolf, #1 in Fiction~ ~Translated into 5 languages!~ "My jaw is on the floor!!! I'm so sad it's over" -AlexysZor-El "Honestly one of the best wattpad books I've read" -baebae_blue_hair "This was the first story I've ever read on Wattpad. That's how I fell in love with this app. Thank you author!" -inaffetss

(WARNING: There is Boyxboy action in this story. DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ IT!!) It's been three years since Levi Blackman left the Blue Moon Pack and his memories of Kyle along with it. Levi now has an amazing boyfriend, crazy awesome friends, his life has finally turned around and he can finally breathe. But all that hard work of trying to forget the past comes back to haunt him when he happens upon that SAME person who had turned his back on him, that person who ran from what they could have had leaving him broken and empty. He should have yelled at the bastard, he should have screamed his anger and frustration out at the man for breaking his heart into a millions pieces but he didn't. Instead he came to the realization that Kyle had no idea who Levi was. Kyle Parker had lost his memory. So what do you do with a mate who has amnesia? There was no way Levi could leave him in such a state even after all that Kyle put him through. But by helping Kyle he can't stop the abundance of old feelings he has for his mate from rushing back towards the surface. So the big question is will Levi be able to handle the very possible chance of Kyle running from him again once his memory returns?

Reid, an antisocial boy who has shut himself out from the world, crosses paths with Nolan, whose outgoing and bubbly personality is radically different from his own. Reid can't help but become fascinated with Nolan's kindness and empathy for others, meanwhile Nolan finds himself struggling with his feelings for Reid as he tries to break through his stoic facade. Whatever the case, the two certainly never planned to spend the next week together in a honeymoon suite. When a chain of misunderstandings causes them to end up in a room meant for lovers, they can't help but feel profoundly intrigued by one another. Finding solace in each other as the days pass, the honeymoon suite might've not gone to waste after all.

"No, you asshat, it's because I'm in love with you!" ------------------ Zane Starburn, the bisexual high school bad kid. He smoked, drank, went to parties, and slept around. Though he still had problems of his own, one of which include accepting himself for being bisexual. Noah Andersyn, high school jock. Once he finally ended his toxic relationship of two years with his girlfriend, he started to notice another girl. Amelia Starburn. Though she was a year younger, he couldn't deny nor forget about his feelings for her. However, he could never seem to get her attention and he was willing to go to the extremes to get that to change. Noah's best friend, Callum was openly gay and struggled to keep relationships long term as most gay guys at school were closeted. Will he meet someone to change that?

(MAN/MAN)/(PREVIEW ONLY) His friends call him Toby. He's grown taller, firm, as handsome as everyone had expected. The man's dark eyes are open and honest when he speaks to the elders at church but wicked when night falls and he stumbles into his house, half boozed out of mind. I don't know what had broken the Tobias from my childhood, the boy from behind the rose bushes that I'd held in such high regard. I suppose he could have been that way from the start. No one seems to notice it, the anger that storms behind the slate eyes. No one wants to take hold of his roots and check his petals for bruising. - PREVIEW ONLY. PATREON EXCLUSIVE.

"I'm glad we bumped into each other tonight Justin." "Me too Eddy. Me too." As the final words leave Justin's mouth, we drift off into sleep - his arms engulfing me in a blanket of warmth and protection. The alcohol could be affecting my senses right now, but I'm pretty sure there's something hard poking me in the back. ********** After being dared to steal the trophy of his rival University, a Buckingham University freshman climbs into the nearest window available when escaping his pursuers. But what happens when the room he enters belongs to the very captain of the team he is robbing? Find out in I saw the Captain in his Underwear. - YOP

Cameron's normal if boring life goes through some big changes when his mom invites her student, a seventeen year old lacrosse player, and his baby sister to move in with them. Ryan finds himself living with Cameron, a shy boy whose nose is always in his books. But every night they go to sleep in the same room. And...well...you know.

When Desmond Mellow transfers to an elite all-boys high school, he immediately gets a bad impression of his new deskmate, Ivan Moonrich. Gorgeous, mysterious, and menacing, Ivan is exactly what Desmond doesn't need in his life - or so he thinks... ***** After causing trouble in his previous high school, Desmond is struggling to adapt to his new environment at Ivory High and to stop living in the shadow of his perfect older brother. As usual, trouble follows Desmond wherever he goes and nothing is going well. To make matters worse, he seems to have attracted the attention of The Class Prince, aka the infamous Ivan Moonrich. But despite their rocky start, Desmond begins to grow feelings for Ivan, discovering a new side of his identity that he never thought to experience. [[word count: 50,000 - 60,000]] Cover designed by Joe Resch

BOOK ONE Coming out was supposed to set Julian free. Instead, it left him with a broken arm, a mother who won't stop preaching, and a silence that grows heavier every day. High school feels like a cage, and Julian is certain he doesn't belong anywhere-until Paul crashes into his world. With his inked skin, effortless charm, and a following that makes him untouchable, Paul should be the last person Julian lets close. But in Paul's arms, Julian feels something he's never known before: safe. As their connection deepens, so does the danger. Loving Paul means risking exposure, rejection, and heartbreak all over again. Worse, it means facing the cruelest voice of all-the one inside Julian's own head. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Open is a story about first love, first heartbreak, and finding the courage to believe you're worthy of both. ::: I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted. And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently. Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay." Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears. And I felt at ease.