Blood for blood An eye for an eye Family for family I am back for revenge and I need my throne BACK, everyone that betrayed me is going to see the WRATH of me, no one will survive THAT isn't a threat it's a PROMISE. **** This will be a ManxMan book with sexual content between two men, if you don't like don't read.

Will, the younger brother of infamous party boy Gage Jackson spent his night desperately trying to tune out the noise of yet another one of his brothers parties. Thankfully this one ended early at 2:00am and he finally found himself falling asleep. That is until someone came stumbling in his room and fell face first onto his bed their arm landing across Will pinning him down. Will was speechless for a moment before squirming around under the heavy arm "hey! Get up!" The guy groaned and turned his head barely opening his eyes "shut up Will" Will's eyes widened his breath freezing in his lungs, it was Mason. Mason who happened to be Wills brothers best friend and even worse the star in all of Will's steamy dreams. And here he was asleep in Will's bed. ••• Disclaimers: •This is a bXb story! •This is my first book I've put onto Wattpad •This is a LIGHTLY edited, first draft *respectful* constructive criticism is welcome🤍 Cover art: Created on Canva, unfortunately I don't know the artist who created the artwork :( Started: Sept, 7th 2021 Completed: March 28th, 2022 Editing Completed: December 1st, 2024 •• #1 in bxblove -10/22/21 #1 in BoyXBoy -07/22/22 #1 in bxb -06/03/22 #1 in gayfiction -11/01/21 #4 in brothersbestfriend -02/10/22 #1 in confused -12/16/21 #2 in teenromance -10/07/22 #1 in gaylove -05/09/22 #1 in Denial -04/02/22 #3 in Gay -05/23/22 #1 in Crush -05/23/22 #3 in Teen -07/23/22 1 Million reads!! -06/05/22 🤍 2 Million reads!! -01/04/23 🤍

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. ***