My back was pressed against the wall, and our faces were merely inches away. He gently placed a finger below my chin and tilted my face upward. I tried my best to avoid his gaze. "Look at me, Sebastian." I slowly met his piercing brown eyes, and my throat went dry. He leaned in, and I shut my eyes as my heartbeat grew erratic. I could feel his hot breathing near my ear. "Do I make you nervous?" I gulped. He gently caressed my jaw. "Why have you been avoiding me, darling?" I couldn't hold it in anymore. My chest was about to burst. It was all too much for me. I opened my eyes and yelled it out. "Because I'm in fucking love with you, Finn." The moment those words left my mouth I regretted it. I covered my face with my hands, completely mortified. I was close to tears and did not want him to see me this way. I could feel him gently pry my hands away, but I kept my eyes shut, too embarassed to face him. I drew in a sharp breath when he placed his forehead on mine, my hands locked tightly in his iron grip. "God, Sebastian. You have no idea how long I've waited to hear those words." And right then, his lips crashed onto mine, and nothing else mattered. -----------------

Grayson Daniels is trying to cope with the trauma he suffered as a child when Trent, the beautiful local bad boy fights his way into his life. Will Grayson take a chance on love and learn to heal? #1 in LGBTFiction 1/7/22 *CONTENT WARNING* This story contains discussions of sexual assault and abuse, mental illness, self-harm, drugs, alcohol, and contains a queer relationship. You have been warned! ©JessMarie1017 all rights reserved.

Daemon is a werewolf. A werewolf who doesn't want to be one. He has everything though, or so it seems. Money and a perfect family. Except his dad is a drunk and his mom is abusive. But he puts on a fake smile and a sweatshirt to hide the bruises. He doesn't have many friends, and his only one doesn't really care that much anyways. Then things changed. A weird feeling in his gut develops, and he's constantly on edge. Then he's forced to go to a birthday party where he finds the source of the weird feeling. His mate. His mate he doesn't want. His mate who is the next Alpha of a very strong pack. Daemon runs. He runs far away from his home and his pack, suppressing his wolf and going into hiding. But he can't hide for long, because his mate is on the hunt for what is rightfully his. *will be rewritten eventually*

Three Phantoms of You They say love can only be felt by those who are living. "It's an indication that your heart beats with passion, not dread." In this world, love is endless and nonexistent. There are only three divisions in which love would either be treasured, concealed, or observed. All are embodied by three versions of you. But what would happen if phantoms that weren't made for the same role collided to make their own type of love instead? Will the love that has been studied by one be attested by the other? or will it be to end and ablaze the both of them? Because as one enlivens another phantom, another rather longs to deaden his phantom. Ending with phantoms of what could be instead. [boyxboy story]

He had spent centuries with only himself for company, he fed, tortured and killed that was his life and he liked it that way, until she came along and stirred something in him, something he couldn't and wouldn't accept. “If I were you I’d keep that stake sharp. Don’t expect anymore visits like this, next time I come I expect you to use that thing,” he told her pointing to the stake on the bed, and then he was gone.

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I know it's been done before but I wanted to join the bandwagon and do one too enjoy

Husband is in prison. Raising two kids on his own. Dealing with loneliness. Dealing with his job. How much can one take? Cameron Alono Jackson was happy- fifteen years ago that is, when he was with his husband and their two kids. That is up until the police caught up to Anthony D'arell Jackson and took him away for the rest of his life over multiple murders and kidnappings. As much as Cameron relies on them, one phone call a year isn't enough. Memories aren't enough, old pictures aren't enough. There's not one night that passes where Cameron hasn't been overthinking, crying, or contemplating about his life or the thought of Anthony's life in prison. And dealing with two fifteen year old teenagers is hard. Especially when one is constantly disrespectful, has anger issues and is careless about their action and the other is at a constant risk of being taken advantage of. Through all of this, Cameron has always tried his best to remain neutral and happy- but as the days go by it's becoming more difficult to act as if he's got everything under control. It's becoming harder to put on this mask of fake happiness when he always feels like he's slowly losing himself- But, what about Anthony?

Disclaimer: This story is an mPreg story Cameron Alono Smiths is an innocent, sensitive 16 year old boy from L.A . After living in L.A his whole life, his dad gets a new job out in Brooklyn, New York and they have no choice but to move since things are getting hard. Cameron is scared because all he knows is L.A and worst of all- he's afraid of how Urban the area is. Cameron is NOT racist, but he didn't know how people would react to the new white AND gay boy in school. How would he cope in school? Will he be able to get through it safely and will he meet anyone who he can connect with? ------------------------------------------------------ Anthony D'arell Jackson is a very known senior in West Hills High School. At 18 years old, he has all the ladies, money (from selling illegal substances) , and is captain on the football team. He gives fucks about no one but his family. All he's trying to do is make a living for him and his siblings. Little does he know, his senior year has a few surprises in store. Surprises that he would never think twice about.