He pops up in my mind more frequently than I'll admit. He's popular. He's three years older than me, a basketball star and a local hero. He's always the talk of the town. But he's changed, and there's something about Rowan that's different. He's got more secrets hidden away than I thought. And I never thought I'd stumble into one like this. * on hold while this is getting edited *

There are some dreams that you wish were reality and some pieces of reality you desperately wish to be a dream. But we cannot undo the things that have been done. They can sometimes be fixed, changed and even forgotten. But then there are some things that cannot be fixed. That cannot be changed. And most certainly should never be forgotten.

Lincoln Wolf The first vampire to have ever walked the face of the earth. Made to be used as a tool of destruction, bringing about death, chaos, and misery to all who crossed his path. After centuries of following this desolate path, he broke free from the shackles which bounded him, but still doesn't feel truly free. He's experienced every emotion that resembled darkness, never approaching the ones of light. That is until he stumbled up a doe-eyed young man who made him feel the brightest emotion of them all.

After leaving his abusive boyfriend, Rowan Warner needs a new place to live, and moving back in with his parents would be a last resort. Luckily, Rowan's brother, Adam, and his best friend, Graham Beckett, are in need of a third roommate. The only problem is, Rowan and Adam don't get along and Rowan doesn't know how long they'll last living together with Graham playing peacekeeper. And when Rowan starts catching feelings for Graham, he knows he has to get out of that house as soon as possible.

"You have somewhere to be? A dirty bathroom wall you haven't fucked against yet? A dick you haven't choked on?" "Are you jealous? Must be hard being a virgin at your age." His smirk drops into the glare I've been craving all night. Jackpot. 🎸 🎸 🎸 Liam lives for chaos - too much booze, too many hookups, and an obsession with winning the band competition that even his band members deem unhealthy. Vincent lives for control - perfect riffs, strict rules, and having to interact with the idiots of the world as little as possible. Oh, and winning, of course. The problem? After Liam accidentally kisses him because his drunk brain thought it was a good idea, they can't stay away from each other. Every gig, every backstage run-in, every fight is just another excuse to turn insults into kisses, and rivalry into something much more complicated. While Liam and Vincent are busy trying to out-snark, out-play, and out-fuck each other, both are still carrying scars-from broken families, bad relationships, and choices that won't stop haunting them. How long can they keep telling themselves: "We're only fucking" before they have to realize it turned into so much more than that. 🔥 Enemies-to-lovers (and with benefits) 🔥 Queer band drama 🔥 Sexual tension you can cut with a guitar string

🚨‼️PLEASE READ‼️🚨 Due to my book getting reports, I have REMOVED all punishment scenes, hardcore scenes and sex scenes. All of those scenes will only be available on REAM under the $3 Tier. LINK IS IN MY BIO🩷 The series will continue on Wattpad as normal... just WITHOUT the scenes listed above. ----- Julian thought training Alec would be a mission... structured, contained, temporary. A way to help a broken sub find his way back from the edge without letting the past bleed into his present life with Preston. He was wrong. Alec arrives like a storm no one can predict: sharp-tongued, guarded, reckless, pushing every boundary Julian tries to set. He scoffs at rules, tests limits, vanishes for hours only to return marked and defiant. Yet beneath the attitude is a quiet desperation... a boy who learned early that love hurts, so better to hurt first and harder. Julian sees it and Preston sees it. And both of them refuse to look away. Preston, now fully collared and deeply surrendered, finds himself unexpectedly drawn into the orbit of Alec's chaos. Alec is not an easy book to read. His pages are torn, ink smeared, words crossed out and rewritten in anger. Most people would close him and walk away. Not Julian and Preston. They turn the pages together because they both know that if you have the patience to push through the fear and the rage and the self-sabotage... what waits at the end is a story worth cherishing. This is a story of three hearts learning... messily, painfully, beautifully... how to hold each other without breaking.