Story Revolving around Kagehina: Kageyama is the god of night and dark. Hinata is the god of sun and day. They don't belong together, they're polar opposites

Percy Jackson, a son of Poseidon, is betrayed by his so called "friends" when a new child of Zeus arrives at Camp Half Blood. The gods abandon him and exile him from camp . He decides to run away leaving his old life behind. When a new war starts, the gods try to find the son of Poseidon. Will he help them or will he let them perish as his revenge.

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Tanner was a normal 21 year old gay guy. With his brown hair, beautiful green eyes and stunning smile he's got all the guys craving for a piece of him. But what happens when during a fun night out he gets, for lack of better words, kidnapped. After a few weeks of being used for some sick mans personal pleasure Tanner starts to give up hope of every getting home to his family and friends. But when the kidnapper ,Scott, brings his son to tanner, hoping he finds the same pleasure in using tanner's body as he does, he finds the need not to use him but love him. Care for him. Help him. Will he be able to help Tanner behind his fathers back or will things take a turn for the worse? Find out in Kidnappers Son.

Five years ago, Eric Valence left Draven H. Malcom's hometown to find himself within the literary industry. The passing of his friend Melissa drove him away, and he soon became a well-known author. However, when Draven H. Malcom encounters Eric Valence at an award show, he was taken aback when Eric was no alone, rather with his new fiancé, Kyle Merchi. The ongoing battle for Eric's attention between Draven H. Malcom and Kyle Merchi is causing tension within the literary industry, and when information become exaggerated in the media, storylines for new comic books leaked to other authors, Draven H. Malcom is left confused as to who to trust. *** "I don't know what else to do. Coming back here made me realize how much I love you but I can't just forget about what Kyle did for me, we were together two years-!" "I never said you fucking had to!" Draven shouted, broadening his shoulders, "All I asked was for you to be real with me. I didn't come to you and ask you to have sex with me, you came to me. I didn't ask you to come tell me you love me again, you came to me. Nobody asked you to fucking break up with your fiancé, Eric!" "Then what do you want me to do?!" "Nothing!" Both of them had been screaming their lungs out, Draven with veins in his neck as he continued, "Not a fucking thing!" "Draven, come on-" "No, just stop, please." "I love you, you know that." Eric tried to reach for him again, and was surprised that when he touched Draven's fingers, Draven did not pull away. "Don't give up on me, please Draven." Draven shook his head, "Then choose. It's either Kyle or me, choose right now." Eric seemed taken by surprised, and he frowned, "I can't do that." "Then we're done."

Sequel Kylan and Jonah's relationship continued. They assumed their relationship would be perfect, but when it is their own mistakes that they are faced with, both are forced to decide whether continuing their love is good for either of them. -- Kylan paused for a moment, and that was when Jonah realized his eyes were teary. Then he bit his bottom quivering lip and said, "We should break up, we're toxic for one another." "Stop fucking giving up!" Jonah shouted at the top of his lungs, "You're always so ready to give up and turn on me! I love you, alright? The fact that I stayed when I didn't want to, means a lot. I'm not even at work right now because of you." "But we just keep fighting and it's draining." "And I could never leave you, we can work this out Ky." Jonah shook his head, "But if that's what you want to do, then let's break up." "Jonah I-" "But if we do, I'm never coming back to you again. This relationship, that's the end." Kylan inhaled sharply. "So say it again and I'm gone. Are we done?" It took a few minutes before Kylan replied. It was quiet, reluctant, but he whispered, "Yes." "We're breaking up? For good?" He nodded his head, "I'm sorry-" "Say yes," Jonah squeezed his eyes shut, "I need to hear it." His eyes were also teary, and his bottom lips were quivering. Kylan finally repeated, "Yes." Immediately afterwards, Jonah stormed past him to the bedroom, grabbed a bag and filled his clothes in it. Kylan did nothing but remain where he stood, and Jonah returned with a bag of clothes over his shoulders. He stepped past Kylan, "You can stay here, it's fine. Don't contact me." With that said, he slammed the door shut and disappeared. Feb 15. 2019 - 1k

Sequel to Raped by my Step-Brother!!! After a heartbreaking call from his step-sister, Mike was forced to hold back all his rage. It had been five years since he last heard her voice, six years since he last saw her. However, when he heard her sobbing over the phone after all this time, begging for help as chains echoed in the background, Mike's first instinct was to drop everything and find her. However, there was only one sentence important that she had said over the phone; ask Eric about the gladiators. He had no idea what she was referring to, but one thing was for sure; he needed to find her, and save her, before Dante killed her. Sept. 27 - 1k Oct. 21 - 10k Jan. 3 - 50k

I moved into the home of my mother's fiancé, and was thrilled to be greeted with a mansion. However, when I met the two sons that lived in the home, my life suddenly became a nightmare. Eric Hawks, an underground broker dealing with illegal substances, and prepared to shoot anybody without hesitation. Alongside him is the worst, his brother Mike Hawks. Mike Hawks' persona in front of my family, is not the same as when he is alone with me. His eyes darken, the sinister smile pulls his lips as he scrutinizes my features, and soon I am lost within my own pleasures, to find out that it was all just for the fun of them. Raped by My Step-Brother. Which one do you think raped her? 18+ RATED R ----- I wasn't sure who to point the gun at. "Maybe you should have realized that this was all a game to me. And since my life means nothing to me, why would I give a fuck about yours? Shoot me! Shoot yourself, shoot the both of us! I don't care! This world has given me nothing but pain, and I've been dead for years now." He snickered, the peculiar smiling growing on his face as he turned to me, leaning in my direction before he said, "I wonder if hell will embrace the both of us better than this world has." Suddenly, my hand turned the gun in my direction, and my hand did not even hesitate, to pull the trigger. I guess I did have it pointed in the wrong direction, since the minute it faced me, it felt as if my body had fallen in such a ease, that the response to press the trigger happened on its own. -------- !!!Warning: This story contains sexual assault, drug abuse, profanity, prostitution, and murder.!!! July 7 2018 - 1K READS!! July 31 2018 - 5K READS!! Aug 15 2018 - 10K READS!! Aug 27 2018 - 25K READS!! Sept 23 2018 - 50K READS!! Oct 20 2018- 100K READS!! Dec 24 2018 - 200K READS!!

''After a few seconds of them staring at one another, Dante finally spoke. But his voice had changed; it was breathless and soft, echoing with a sweetness that Nate could have never imagined existed within him. With the knife left on his palm for Nate to grab, he cooed sheepishly, "Can you...tease me...with this?" Nate Kennedy was devastated when his parents announced their moving overseas. As for him, he was forced to move to a new city, get an apartment near his aunt and enroll in a brand new school. It all started going left when he encountered an assassin named Dante Hercules known not only in their city, but across the entire territory. But Nate didn't know he was an assassin when Nate threatened to kill him after Dante had laid a hand on his aunt. Neither did he know that Dante was into submissive sexual pleasure, relished being dominated violently and carelessly. He had been looking for someone for years and years, until now; he found Nate Kennedy. That is the deal; Nate must keep Dante sexually satisfied. If he fails, he dies, without any remorse. But that was what he thought in the beginning; what happens when emotions start to get involved? When one falls in love with the other? When the dangerous lifestyle of Dante puts Nate's life in jeopardy, which he never thought he would care for?

Rule #1: Keep the house clean. Rule #7: Call me Master Jamie. Rule #11: We're not friends. Rule #101: No falling in love; I promise you, it's one-sided. Joe's entire life crumbled when his successful husband blatantly asked for a divorce and admitted that he no longer had any feelings for him. He fell into a crippling depression, losing his workplace, becoming an alcoholic and finding himself unable to afford a place to stay. His disappointed grandmother left him in the streets, and he was left homeless where he slept in alleyways, drunk. Until a new bartender named Jamie started working in at local bar Joe usually visited, and Joe was shocked when he asked, "How about you move-in with?" Not only does he get paid, but he basically lives there for free. Jamie offers him all his clothes, and free time to do whatever he wants. Under one condition, not only does Joe have to work as his housemaid, but he MUST follow ALL THE RULES. And I mean all of them. Even Rule #101: No falling in love. Well, shouldn't be that hard, right? At least that's what Joe thought.