Hugo's mother has recently married Edmund Royce-Clarke, the first-born son of the affluent entrepreneurs, Wilbur and Agnes Royce-Clarke, co-founders of the formidable world of Royce-Clarke Private Banking. Alastair has spent considerable time and effort organising a garden party in honour of the distinguished couple's fiftieth wedding anniversary, to which Edmund and his new family are invited. With fine cuisine, deluxe drinks and a variety of recreational activities in the grounds of the beautiful Mossmere House, it seems nothing can spoil the party atmosphere. But when Hugo gets bored and decides it would be fun to play his own special game with Alastair, he unwittingly unlocks an undeniable chemistry that neither of them can ignore. As the attraction they have for each other continues to grow, the two men must try to find a way to navigate their desires without adversely impacting the celebrations - or riling the other prestigious party guests. ***** This story is the result of a collaboration between myself and @MichaelBeNot. It is also available on I-n-k-i-t-t via MichaelBN's profile. We hope you have as much fun reading it as we did writing it!

When a historian's obsession with a nineteenth century diary drives him to investigate the mysterious 'Fire King,' the truth turns his life upside down ... and leads him to fall for the one person he knows he can't have. ***** After Ryan McCoy's best friend shows him a two-hundred-year-old diary that was found in her house during a refurbishment, he becomes preoccupied with its contents. His love of history ignites his curiosity about a series of suspicious and implausible events described in the aged manuscript, including a possible homophobic arson attack on a local property. But how much is fact and how much is fiction? Can he unravel the secrets of the book and uncover the truth that has been locked between its pages for two hundred years? Author's Note: I am aware that the language spoken in Ireland two hundred years ago has variations to that spoken in modern times. However, I'm also aware that Wattpad is culturally diverse, and for many readers, English is not their first language. Many people may not be familiar with archaic Irish dialect, which may detract from the enjoyment of the story. Therefore, in an effort to make this story comprehensible to everyone, I have prioritised reader accessibility over historical accuracy with regard to any language that might otherwise be seen as dated. Trigger Warning: This book contains details of a homophobic arson attack. It also contains details of the aftermath of such an event, including the exploration of themes such as PTSD and trauma responses. Those who are sensitive to these topics may like to be aware of this content before reading. Highest Rankings: #1 in gayscifi #1 in freethelgbt #1 in gaylovestories #1 in gaylovestory #6 in folklore #7 in wattpride #8 in fatedlove #12 in scifi-romance #17 in irish #19 in ireland #34 in boyxboyromance #48 in historicalromance #53 in survival #56 in lgbtlove #75 in malexmale

Kenny and Ethan have many things in common. They both own the largest fashion and design companies. They both love what they do. They are filthy rich. They both strive for one thing and that's for being the number one fashion and designer in the whole of North Carolina and the whole wide world. They should see eye to eye but sadly they don't. They hate each other's guts, no one wants to be in the same room as the other, and if by any chance they find each other in the same room...hell breaks out. And if I say hell, I mean hell. Now how come they started being in each other's space without killing the other? What really changed when they were on each other's necks for years? How did they find themselves tangled underneath the sheets naked, panting and sweating? **** Paul didn't mean it do it, it just happened. It was a one-night stand that will never happen again. But why does he get lost whenever the boy gives him a glance or touches him? Paul is much older than the boy, for God's sake he has a 28-year-old son but why is he sleeping with a university student? He feels embarrassed and ashamed of himself. But soon Paul realizes that the age difference is the least of his worries when he finds out who he slept with and he knew he had fucked up big time. Paul is willing to unfuck it and pretend nothing had happened but is it as simple as he thinks when the boy wants another piece of him. When the boy is willing to turn this world upside down to be with Paul. What will Paul do to get the boy out of his life, when all he wants is to get fucked again and again. *** How did these men find themselves body-to-body behind closed doors? The unexpected turned into the expected. Read and find out. it's man*man story so if it doesn't work for you please proceed. it is rated 18 and above.

James Edwards is a 21-year-old man, who is gay, and works in a cafe with a small section of books that is run by his surrogate aunt - Mae Ashton. Mae took James in when he was only 16-years-old, after his mum kicked him out of her home for admitting his sexuality. James is taking business classes at the local college to earn his degree to help run the cafe with Mae, and one day take the business over for her. James works with two of his best friends, Bailie Moore and Declan Eastland. James meets and falls for a man named Justin Smith, a 33-years-old, gay man, and who is also a Commander in the U.S. Navy home on leave.

Reyansh was made of softness. small, shy and impossibly sweet . he cries during sad commercials and thinks hug can heal the world Plump pink lips, puffy cheeks, skin that turned rosy if someone even looked too long. He smiled at strangers. Hugged flowers. Apologized to ants. But then Abhimaan singh rathor walked into his life. Cold. Rich. Powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and obsession in his bones. He didn't believe in love. He believed in possession. Now Reyansh lives in a glass penthouse. His flower shop is gone. His freedom, bought. And Abhimaan watches his every move - like a god admiring his favorite creation. > "You were too soft for this world, sweetheart," he whispers. "So I stole you from it." This isn't a love story. This is a velvet trap made of obsession, kisses, and gold handcuffs. Soft boy. Hard man. Deadly love. He smiled at the wrong stranger... Now he belongs to him.

Short story kinda long chapters . Just a quick warning, I promise you it's not what it seems, the plot twist is something you will never imagine, I want to see you try and guess what will happen , no cheating. Try to guess , I promise you you'll never be able to predict what happens. ___________________________________________ ↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓ When you're a kid normally you'd have a childhood best friend, or a childhood girlfriend or boyfriend or just a childhood friend. But my childhood was different, cause unlike most people I had a childhood enemy, rival. Yeah.... I wish I was kidding but I'm not . Ever since I learned how to walk and talk I was taught to hate this one guy , Damian.

For the latest chapters please visit: https://megajivetranslations.wordpress.com I have always thought that Lu Feng is just a little bull-headed, a little lacking in virtuous speech, a little more domineering and a little willful, but ultimately a man with warm veins flowing out of a warm heart. A love that blossomed when I was merely fourteen, I have once dared hope that it will last a lifetime, but the brutal truth is that happiness are just moments in life you wish you can freeze. It is not eternal. The cruel hands of fate can strike you at your most vulnerable to leave your life derailed from the path you painstakingly built. No amount of love can alter the fact that it is gone. When we reconciled at forty, I can no longer find a trace of shadow from the past. If there is an expiration period for love, how long is it? And when love appears once again, would we have the courage to embrace it?

FOR THE LATEST CHAPTERS PLEASE VISIT megajivetranslations.wordpress.com A visually impaired fortune teller who had set up stall at the entrance of the alleyway once told me, "Your love life is destined to be tragically entangled with a man, and it will not come to a good end." My payment to him was a half-drank soda can stuffed into his hands. I walked away with an air of indignation. "Hey, you haven't paid!" His yelling was still audible from a few blocks away. Are you for real, you could not even tell if your customer is a man or a woman, what fortune can you possibly tell? Count yourself lucky I did not thrash your stall. Sitting here at the train station, with my cheeks swelling into the size of a pig's head, disheveled clothes, both hands empty, I recalled the words of the fortune teller. I regret not paying my dues and a bit more to him. It is a pity before today, I have been living the life of a fool. Not only did I not redeem myself from being involved with a man, I did not discern that I will never come to a good end........ ~ My story is dedicated to everyone who have entered my life, those who stayed and those who left. One of my favorite poet said: "There is a story, the one and only story that deserves to be told in its entirety." To me, this is exactly what I need to tell. ~

As much of a blessing is my beauty is to me, it changed everything when I met a gangster who fell head over heels after our first meeting... **MPreg **Violence **Explicit Content **Boys Love **Hermaphrodite **Disclaimer:** Please be aware that there are malicious websites mirroring Wattpad content. These sites may contain viruses and harmful links that could compromise your device's security. To ensure a safe reading experience, please read the story exclusively on Wattpad. Stay safe and enjoy the journey!

When Alexis agrees to help the school's player, she must guard the secret that could unravel everything - even as unexpected feelings complicate the game. *** What happens when Alexis Dawson, the 'resident loser' of Redwood High, agrees to help the school's notorious player, Aaron Walker? How can she stop herself from falling for him? It isn't all love and romance - Alexis has a secret of her own. Join them on a journey of jealousy, betrayal, trust, friendship, and love. A little favour just got a whole lot more complicated. *** He was so close, his breath hit my lips. His eyes darted from my eyes to my lips. I stared intently, awaiting his next move. His lips fell near my ear. "Shut up and kiss me" He whispered roughly. A chill shot up my spine. I pulled back, staring at his eyes and leaned in...