(boyxboy) "Also, it smells like something's burning in here..." Yuri said. "Must be my burning passion for you," Arden said and watched how fast Yuri's head turned and eyes widened. "No-" Arden's eyes went wide in realization and he ran towards the kitchen. "Shit no! My soup!" ........... Two boys with their heart on fire, nothing more than just strangers. Get to know each other when they started communicating through throwing papers at each other's balcony. The throwing of the papers continued. As something special bloomed between them. ..... Inspired by the song: "Must have been the wind" by Alec Benjamin. Chapters edited by @-serenityE-

Mature novel 18+ | Boy loves girl or boy loves boy? Deadbeat millennial Inho Kim just wanted to surprise his long-distance girlfriend. So, why the hell is he standing in Vancouver rain with nothing but a boner and her handsome boss' business card? A Queer Adult Romance about the messy endings and messier beginnings of love. The process is simple: get hurt, cry, and Kiss It Better. Mature Romance with explicit sexual content 18+ Updates 3x week: Tuesdays/Thursdays/Saturdays

"Estelle, I will kill any man who stands in my way of having you. I will kill one to one thousand men!" I snarled, fury consuming me as her frightened eyes widened. Tears now slipping down her perfect cheeks. She had to understand. I would do anything to ensure that she stay by my side. Anything. "I-I do not want that," she whimpered. Her body shook as she wiped at the flushed skin of her face. My arms instinctively going around her slight body. Pulling her into me. She shook softly as she cried. I would not treat her as a child, she is my wife, my Queen. She should know what I am capable of and why. "You are a monster Loche," she sobbed out as I brought her closer to me. Her weak attempts at fighting my embrace were futile. I held her tighter as sobs racked her body. "I am your monster, Estelle." ___________ A Dragon Prince trained to be King. A Fae Princess trained to be herself. The oldest tale, dark and light mixing together to become something beautiful or disastrous?

He was Stone Cold.. literally. Frozen in time for centuries, A vampire awaiting his beloved to set him free. History always fascinated her. But she had no idea that it wasn't history that tugged her towards itself. It was the one who lived in the history. A cursed vampire lord turned to stone, A human girl born to lift his curse. Read more to find out how their story unfolds. (It's my first story. Please go easy on me ❤) ~I don't own the picture used in the cover.~

Cherry blossom lipstick: check Smokey eyes: check Skinny jeans: check Dead kid in the mirror: check For sixteen year old Mattie Hathaway, this is her normal everyday routine. She's been able to see ghosts since her mother tried to murder her when she was five years old. No way does she want anyone to know she can talk to spooks. Being a foster kid is hard enough without being labeled a freak too. Normally, she just ignores the ghosts and they go away. There's a little glitch this time. The ghost she sees is her foster sister, Sally. Everyone thinks she's just another runaway. Mattie knows the truth, though-she's dead, murdered. Foster kids look out for each other and Mattie feels like she has to help Sally, but she can't do it alone. Against her better judgment, she teams up with a young police officer and together they set out to discover the truth of Sally's disappearance. Now the killer has set his sights on her. It becomes a race to see if she can find the truth before the serial killer finds her.

[ WATTYS '18 LONG-LISTED ] ❝ I have slit throats far more beautiful than yours.❞ In which a thousand brides have fallen, and she is the last, so she spins a tale as old as time to live the dawn. | an arabian nights x beauty and the beast crossover | (cover by ES Johnson) trailer (video by @AKfiction): https://youtu.be/2OSjakJrUeo

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN