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Antinous is destined to die. Envied by the gods and despised by his rivals, the Greek youth from Bithynia is the most beautiful boy in the Roman Empire, summoned to the Eternal City where the emperor, Hadrian, makes him his lover. Just when Antinous thinks he has outrun destiny, he meets Leonides, a bold young soldier who conquers his heart. He desires the soldier but belongs to the emperor. If he gives in to temptation it may cost them their lives. His rivals are always talking and the gods always watching.

In the school's ancient halls, Evan remains a ghost, stuck in limbo since his untimely death fifty years ago. He's used to helping troubled souls, only to be forgotten afterward. Theodore appears to be another lost cause, until Evan feels an inexplicable pull toward him. Unable to resist, Evan forms a bond with Theodore unlike any other, defying the rules of his ghostly existence. As they unravel the mysteries of Evan's death and the dark secrets hidden within the school's walls, they discover a chilling connection that ties their fates together. With danger lurking around every corner, Evan and Theodore must confront the past to save their futures, uncovering truths that could change everything

Kyrell & Elias were childhood friends-inseparable. Until one day, Elias disappeared, leaving Kyrell with nothing but a kiss and a broken heart full of unanswered questions. Years later, now adults, Kyrell works at a café. A conflict with a customer broke out, resulting into the customer bringing in his boss, a man known for his power. And that man was Elias Castillo. Kyrell refuses to speak to the man who left him behind, but Elias is determined to do whatever it takes to make things right, to mend their broken bond and fill the missing piece in both their lives. CONTAINS: Mature content, strong language, intersex male, boyxboy, etc.

Miller Spencer knows that it's normal to love your best friend. Ace has been his best friend since forever. So, of course, it's completely natural to want to kiss him. It is typical to get jealous when you see him with someone else. It is absolutely ordinary that you may or may not have certain fantasies that aren't civilized enough to be told out loud. It is simply impossible that Miller would make the grave mistake of falling for his best friend in the all too familiar and cliche trope. Or maybe, Ace is trouble and Miller is falling for him. (TW: mild to moderate.)

tw's: mentions of past child abuse and neglect, internalized homophobia that's worked through, panic attacks, mentions of past bullying and being left out due to being diagnosed as autistic at a young age

Cole Reeves, God he's a mess. You might be wondering how. Well... let's just say this book starts off with the sentence; 'Ookay, so the shed is collapsing and it's not my fault' But besides his awful bad luck, his shitty attitude about anything other than Nacho's, his extreme loathe for sports and bugs... what's so special about him? Well he manages to catch Nathaniel Green's eye. And Nathaniel just happens to be the celebrity of the school. Unfortunately, he also happens to be Cole's worst enemy. ~~~~~~~~~~~ "Jeezus Christ that guy's a mess" "Yeah... he is a mess." a big ass sigh, "But he's my mess." ~~~ #1 lgbt - September 30, 2021

Now reunited, Killian, Jasper and the group must cross dangerous territory to the Freebird's main camp. On their arrival, Killian learns just how far the Freebird's hatred of Jasper expands-and just how much danger that puts him in. Soon after arriving, Killian and Jasper realize they must face the Reapers head on in a final showdown, to put an end to Stephan's tyranny-if not for themselves, then all of Oregon. But they can't do it alone. Among the controversy surrounding them, they must gather enough allies and face the most powerful enemy they have ever encountered. Meanwhile another foe appears, an old face that haunts Killian's past. Together they stand, but together, will they fall? ________________________ This is the fourth book in the series. You can find the first two on my profile. This story can not be read as a stand-alone, as nothing else will make sense. ________________________ Since mock websites are becoming more common unfortunately, I have to give the disclaimer that this story is only being published on Wattpad, if you see it anywhere else let me know so I can warn my followers and also be aware that it could make your device vulnerable to malware. Story not recommended to anybody under the age of seventeen due to: - Occasional strong language - Descriptive gore - Gratuitous violence - Sexuality/sexual references - Occasional drug/alcohol use Trigger warning for: - Mentions of abuse - Family issues

"...now I'm falling..."

READ BEFORE PROCEEDING ⚠️ This story contains dark themes, non-consensual elements, psychological trauma, and heavy emotional. Minors DNI. Please read responsibly and take care of yourself. If you're here for soft romance - this is not that place.🖤 Welcome to the dark He was running as fast as his legs would carry him, breath tearing out of his chest, silent tears blurring the corridor ahead. His feet slipped. His knees buckled. He hit the floor hard. Hands seized him from behind before he could crawl away. Another grip forced his face up, fingers tangled painfully in his hair, holding him still. A voice in front of him curved into a smile he couldn't see but could feel. "Oh, dear," the man said softly. "You know I don't like it when you try to run." Another presence loomed closer, close enough for him to feel breath against his skin, "So scared," the second voice murmured. "You always are." He leaned down towards his neck and sniffled him and murmured,"Mm... You smell so nice, just like... wet soil after rain." His body began to shake uncontrollably. Tears spilled freely now, unchecked, soaking into his collar. The struggle drained out of him-not because he wanted to stop, but because he no longer had the strength to keep fighting. His fingers loosened around the fabric of his own shirt. Not surrender. Just exhaustion.