Mike is supposed to be the next captain of his school's basketball club, but the 17 year old play boy is distraught because he has to move after his parents divorce. He becomes even more angry that they have to stay a few months with his mum's friend till his mum can get back on her feet. When he gets there, he discovers she also has a son of the same age Lyon who is also a Casanova. They began their rivalry as they both compete to become the new captain. But after a celebratory night party, they are drunk dared to make out by other players who have obviously noticed the bad blood. From a make out session to a hot night shared, they began to question their differences. #1 Awards 02/14/24 #4 gayness 05/14/24 #16 homosexual 05/14/24 #1 roommates 06/24/24 #5 Lgbtfiction 06/13/24 #2 humor 07/30/24 #1 badboynextdoor 08/10/24 #1gaystory 09/05/24 #2 maturity 10/21/24 **Not edited yet...like at all!!

The sacrifices he's made for a love that may never be returned are slowly destroying him. _______________ Philip, once the embodiment of dominance and cruelty in high school, carries a dangerous secret, one that could further strain his already fragile relationship with a cold, powerful billionaire who, for the first time, made him feel small.. Hatred became obsession. The boy who never flinched at violence now finds himself paralyzed by fear and aching for the one person he can never have. He clings to every scrap of attention, no matter how cold or distant, losing pieces of himself in the desperate hope that one day he might be seen, cared for or loved. His life spirals into more nightmare when.... "Please...." I whispered My hand reached out, trembling, as I tried to touch him, but I stopped just inches from his skin. I couldn't do it, terrified he'd pull away. I let my hand fall. "I love you," I whispered again, "Please...Just something. What do I have to do for you to hold me?" ___________ This isn't a typical story where characters fall in love quickly! Content Warning‼️ This book includes depictions of drug use, peer pressure, non consensual situation, and other sensitive topics that may be triggering or upsetting to some readers Please note that I do not condone or encourage these actions in any way. They are just fictional narrative, and I believe anyone involved in such activities should face legal consequences or seek help. Readers discretion is strongly advised! Read The Tags!

when Jaylen Park and Cassian Bergman cross the fine line between rivals and lovers they have to reevaluate everything they have ever known because straight guys don't kiss other guys, especially their teammates, and they sure as hell don't sleep with them either. It doesn't help that the two boys have this underlying sexual tension that they both can't explain because at the end of the day no matter what connection still lingers between them, they can't act on their urges because Jaylen is 100% straight and so is Cassian or maybe the two are just a little confused but it's okay because no matter how many kisses they share behind closed doors as long as they remember to say "no homo" afterward it simply doesn't count as love, right? [EXTENDED SYNOPSIS INSIDE]

Skylar Lain was a menace. Jale Kierson was a dumb jock. They butted heads constantly without mercy to their wellbeings. Throw in fights, anger and visceral hate for each other. There's no doubt about it. They loathe each other with every ounce of their souls but when they both end up having to endure a punishment they would never have imagined, things escalate. Everyone knows, "where there's smoke, there's fire," so is the boiling hate between them just that or is it something more? Will Skylar and Jale destroy each other or will they finally learn to get along? Read and find out! Warning: Violent Content. Mature content and explicit language. Another warning ⚠️ : VERY VIOLENT CONTENT SO PLS BE WARNED. IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE VIOLENCE, DO NOT READ.

Skylar Hall can't remember a single time in his life that he has had his shit together. His brother, Jessie Hall, is the complete opposite. The guy is outgoing, has excellent grades, and tons of friends. Of course, Skylar has friends too, but they have a tendency to get him into trouble. Jessie has good friends. Well, except one. His best friend, Ashton Rivera. That guy sucks, Skylar can't remember a single time in his life he could stand him. He just loves to get a rise out of Skylar, loves to piss him off to no end. The fact that they hooked up once is his main ammunition, and it drives Skylar insane. The things he'd do for that guy to leave him alone for good. Skylar, on the other hand, is an addict with absolutely no self preservation and far too many enemies to count. He gets horrible grades, and participates in even worse stunts for his friend's channel online. He is basically injured at all times, and has racked up enough money in hospital bills for his dad-Mayor Vince Hall-to finally get fed up. So, after a series of bad choices, Skylar is told that one more incident will result in him being kicked out of the house. He doesn't take the threat all that seriously, until Jessie-his only protection-is accepted into a college hours away and will be leaving him. That guy vouching for him is basically the only reason that Skylar's dad has put up with his least favorite son's shenanigans all these years. So, the threat starts to feel more real. Then, it happens, and the only person left for Skylar to rely on is Ashton Rivera-who he begins to realize has some serious secrets. Secrets not even Jessie knows. Secrets that become Skylar's new mission to investigate every detail of. - [!!WARNINGS!! This book will deal with serious topics such as addiction and crime. It was somewhat inspired by my book Stalemate so it will hold some similarities to that as well! Also there's probably going to be a decent amount of violence and even more sexual content.]

Mason, a guilt-ridden high school athlete, must confront his internalized homophobia and toxic relationship with Iago, in order to find redemption and healing after a tragedy. (Can be read as a stand alone) -- Mason Cardova is drowning. A year ago, he was the golden boy of Mosley High-talented, popular, untouchable. Now, he's nothing. The whole town knows what he did. They know how he bullied Ontario Hackman, how he pushed him to the edge and watched him fall. They know his name was on Ontario's suicide note. They whisper it in the hallways. They carve it into bathroom stalls. They throw it at him like a knife every time they pass him in the halls. Killer. Monster. Waste of space. His friends abandoned him. His father beats him bloody. His mother doesn't care. And Mason? Mason isn't sure how much longer he can survive in the wreckage of his own making. Then there's Iago Rivera. Older, jaded, and thoroughly unimpressed with Mason's bullcrap, Iago is everything Mason isn't-strong, disciplined, untouchable. He doesn't drink, doesn't spiral, doesn't tolerate Mason's reckless self-destruction. He's made a life for himself, one that doesn't include babysitting a self-loathing high school burnout with a death wish. But Mason keeps coming back. He doesn't know why. Maybe it's the way Iago looks at him-not with pity, not with judgment, just sharp, cold indifference. Maybe it's the way Iago sees through him, sees the wounds Mason hides under bruises and bravado. Maybe it's because, for the first time in his life, someone refuses to let him get away with running from himself. Their relationship is toxic, messy, and doomed from the start. A slow-burn collision between a boy who doesn't know how to be saved and a man who stopped trying to save people a long time ago. But when Mason loses the last person tethering him to this world, he finds himself on Iago's doorstep-broken, bleeding, and out of places to run. And Iago makes the mistake of letting him in.

"Like I said before, nothing is for free. I'll give you all the information you need if you give me your body." When a mission goes south, the only way Zayne had to keep his team safe was to let the mafia take the hostages. But Zayne still wanted the information, so he made a deal with the mafia boss, not knowing what he was getting himself into. [COMPLETED] 21/6/21 highest ranking !! #1 in yaoismut #1 in cops #3 in policeofficer #4 in MxM

I kolan Bexton, in and out of control, I will forever want a dominant even if it's a forbidden rule number one. I have written many stories. But I still suck at the description. Please read and find out.

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.