Beau HATES Oliver Fowler. But Oliver doesn't hate Beau.. quite the opposite actually. Oliver is the univeristies 'Golden Boy', adored and admired by all. ...well, um, everyone except Beau. *** Oliver lets out a strangled laugh, placing his hand against my chest and pushing me back against the wall. Hard. "If I am so golden, how come I am doing this?" My brows draw. "Doing wha-" I don't have time to finish my sentence, because Oliver Fowler has slammed his lips onto mine. ***

Nobody ever thinks of the palace guards. The ones standing around the castle, ready to protect all those in it. Nikkol just happens to be one of these guards, and finds himself sick of standing there waiting for something to happen. Until something does. Something that poses a threat to nobody but Nikkol himself. The threats name: Prince Setial.

NOAH: Sharing a room with Adrian Torres was not part of my academic excellence plan. He's loud. He's always shirtless. And he seems to enjoy pissing me off a little too much. I don't like him. I don't think about his stupid smile. Or his ridiculous abs. And I definitely don't get jealous when he flirts with other people. (Which is constant.) This is fine. I'm fine. Totally, completely fine. ADRIAN: I didn't ask to share a room with the guy who humiliated me on the first day of junior year. But now I live with Noah Hart - the repressed, uptight, annoyingly organized Noah Hart. He looks at me like he wants to kill me. And I like it. Which is hilarious. Because I don't like him. I just like pissing him off. We argue. He glares. I say shit I probably shouldn't. He blushes. I pretend not to notice. (Okay, I notice. A little.) But it's nothing. It's not flirting. I don't even like men. Enemies. Roommates. Something else entirely. Room 208 is a queer slow-burn romance about two boys - one flirty, one repressed - forced to share a dorm room, and everything that unravels after. 🌈 Queer romance. Enemies to lovers. Slow burn tension. Boarding school chaos. Hot boys with no idea what to do with their feelings. 🌈 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗦 🏆 #1 in QueerRomance · Sept 2025

With his career on the line, Ashton takes a blockbuster role-only to find himself starring opposite his longtime rival, Ryker Cohen. But as tension turns to sparks, hate might not be the only thing burning between them. *** With Ashton's dying career, his last lifeline was accepting the lead role in a sureshot blockbuster. But the new role had a catch, and the catch had a name: Ryker Cohen, Ashton's sole archnemesis. Can Ashton act alongside the man he has spent years despising? Will he give in to the hate? Or will Ryker's soft touch melt Ashton's stone cold heart? *** "You're crazy," Ashton whispered. "Yes," Ryker continued. "For you." "No. You're just crazy. Period." *** [mxm] [marked mature for sexual content]

Harlan has a unique power, one that makes him see things others cant, and therefore got him thrown in an asylum when he was only a child. Now he's a reluctant hero, thrust into the profession since he lacked any other option. He's amazing at his job, and six years into his work, is the sidekick to one of the most notable heroes of his generation: Lavina. Unfortunately, he also hates being a hero, but there's one thing that makes it worth it. The numbered. A series of villains who appeared out of nowhere and have an exceptional skill at avoiding the law, heroes, and just generally winning or evading consequences. Consequences, which are the only part of Harlan's job he enjoys. Harlan wants to find the root of it all more than anything, and he's beginning to get close. He intends to find out at any cost. He intends to win at any cost. That, he's sure of. His drive is unmatched. Until something entirely foreign to him gets involved: Feelings. [WARNINGS: smut, gore, swearing, some heavy topics, morally grey characters (the usual)]