I, Misaki, after an extremely peculiar death, was reborn as a 'Capture Target', whatever that was. The world was that of a romance game. I turned male. Being reincarnated was the most interesting thing that had ever happened to me until I learned something even more interesting. Magic. -------------------------- This is a story about a bunch of people getting killed and being reincarnated after the gods decided Earth was a pain in the ass. The people reincarnate with the memory of their past lives, and then discover that they were actually reincarnated inside a game (shocker!) and they try to change their fate. But is this a good thing? Will this work? Watch the MC be a neurotic, logical, dislikeable human trying to find his/her way in life.

❝can you stop blasting chase atlantic so damn loudly at 3am?❞ ❝depends, can you stop crying so damn loudly at 3am?❞ 〤 caleb just made the decision to get his own apartment so he could get some time away from his family and live closer to his university as well. however, there seems to be just one problem. every morning at 3am, the boy next door begins to blast his chase atlantic playlist loud enough for the entire colony to hear and it's begun to get on caleb's nerves. 〤 lowercase intended. (completed) . milestones: #1 in MXM - 5/30/2020 #1 in BOYXBOY - 6/1/2020 #1 in BXB - 6/1/2020 #3 in LGBTFICTION - 6/11/2020 #2 in GAY - 6/13/2020 #1 in GAY - 6/15/2020 1M reads - 8/13/2020 #3 in LGBT - 8/17/2020

"Ethan." Aiden pauses. "I want you." He softly bites my ear. "I want to kiss you more than you will ever know." Trying to avoid the daily beatings of the school bully can be challenging. But what happens if the schools bully has a crush on you?

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP