Louis, Niall, Liam, and Zayn are four lovers living in apartment 1D in a nice townhouse complex in the middle of London. Having lived there awhile they were so happy to here that the residence of 1C were moving out. Having hating there pervious neighbor they hope they get a nice new neighbor. There prayers were answered when a certain curly haired boy moved in. Harry Styles, a newly single second grade teacher moved into a new townhouse close to the school he works at. A kind, gentle, funny man who loves his family is trying to make a new home for the one he's creating. You see Harry's pregnant. link to cover pic https://pressreleases.responsesource.com/news/95471/new-collection-of-design-led-front-doors-helps-style-conscious-homeowners-make/

5/17/2020 - This story is going to be available for purchase in its entirety on Amazon 5/30/2020 so only the first five original chapters are posted as a sample. He was a chubby college student born of a meth head and raised by his grandmother. He easily went unnoticed and didn't make waves. He just wants a chance for a better life but that's taken from him when he's kidnapped and turned into a lab experiment that gives him a life he never thought could be possible. **This story is MATURE meaning there is man on man/orgy/cussing/violence/and all kinds of stuff good children should not get into.**

It started with an assignement for school. Shadow a parent for a month. Sounds easy right? Wrong. Levy Newark just wanted the month to be over when the assignment started. He wasn't fond of the idea to shadow his mom at a clothing design company. Until he met the CEO Jeremiah Cole. He felt an instant connection to his mother's boss but knew there would be no future with that man, or he thought. Then Ian Kelly comes along, making Levy even more confused than he already was before. Is there any way Levy will figure out his feelings for the men without hurting either of them? Or himself.

(BxBxB+) When a few misplaced words and careless actions end up with his unceremonious comming out, Elija is sent away from everything he knew to a supposed conversion camp in America. (Warning! This story contains the following acts... - Abuse - Mentions of suicide - Self harm - Drinking - Depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder and other mental disorders - Vulgar and offensive language - Smut If this triggers you, do not read or mentally prepare yourself)

My name is Rolland and I grew up in an orphanage in the middle of town. I've lived here as long as I can remember. I always tried to ask why me or any of the other kids were here but the woman who ran the orphanage just answered by holding up a sign saying 'I'm busy. Go play, Rolland.' After my eighth birthday I stopped asking. Besides, I think I already knew why my parents hadn't wanted me... I was completely deaf. (This will NOT be a super perverted book, even being bxbxb. So if you are looking for that, go elsewhere, k! I'm here for the story and a bit of horror and romance mixed in!)

Traded off from the most feared gang in the Georgia State Penitentiary to the brute newbie, Jackson Carter must get used to becoming the pet of Santiago Rodriguez. #70 in bxb

I sat on the desk and looked up at them, my cheeks reddened at the proximity and depth of their gaze- quite momentarily, I was left speechless. Xzaviar and Damien were otherworldly, ethereal even. Both held so much power and dominance, just their gaze upon you- it'd leave you breathless. They were Gods personified. Xzavier leaned on the desk, his arms crossed, the bulge of his muscles were visible. He wore a white turtleneck, with black ripped jeans and his combat boots, he paired the look with the schools white varsity jacket. 'B L Y T H E' Written on the back. Damien however, sat on desk, his strong gaze affiliated on me. There was something about him today that made my heart flutter, his usual good boy aura completely diminished and now a whole person erupted. He wore a tight white sleeved síhirt, dark denim jeans and a black leather jacket, he paired it up with black vans. I loved it, I loved both of them. Damien stared at me intently, his once ocean eyes now a midnight blue. I chose the wrong place and time to get aroused. "Jacqueline-"He spoke, his voice low, smooth and alluring. It sent shivers through me. "-speak," he demanded. Guess I've been staring too long.

Boy x boy x boy werewolf story. The poor omega finally finds his mate, which is a soon to be Alpha of a different pack.