Tristan is having an affair with his brother's married best friend. He decides to end the affair after David makes an unexpected announcement; Tristan blames himself for the recent upheaval in David's life, and instead finds a boyfriend his own age, Dale. But something about David keeps pulling Tristan closer to the older man. With his new relationship with Dale called into question by David's undoubted allure, Tristan finds himself learning more about life - and love - than he thought he ever would. But the most important question Tristan must ask himself... Is sleeping with your brother's best friend ever a good idea?

What are we without flesh and blood? Are we nothing but a beating heart in a ribcage, a marching soul inevitably leading to our demise? Or are we here as a test of loyalty to our God, a God we do not know but must trust? And without this trust, we will be punished indefinitely for questioning his divinity. And what is a sheep without his shepherd? Without God, are we nothing but sheep led astray? How will we be guided to the light without a shepherd on earth? Should we trust our shepherd to tell us the truth? Or will we be covered in the blood of the lamb? A shepherd with blood on his hands could infect his flock with poison. And with this poison, he has control. And to Luke, this poison is all he knows. His seventeen years of life have been devoted to nothing else but God. He wakes up, goes to school or church, and sleeps; rinse and repeat. There is no place or time for anything else in his life, such as television, going out with friends, or discovering new hobbies. His father, Pastor Ivy, ensures this. His life purpose will be to serve the Lord and nothing else. A purpose that Luke believes is the right way. What else would there be to life? He hadn't questioned this until he met Gabriel, a man who was the complete opposite of him. A man who was strong in his sense of self. A man who didn't bow to anyone or anything and stood firm in his beliefs in The Church of Satan. A man who Luke feared. But also a man who felt like home to him.

"Hello. My name is Serene Ochoa. I want to try out for the position of your assistant. I earned my Masters's degree in literature and-" "Did you read the requirements needed to become my assistant, Ms. Serene?" Nicolas interrupted. Serene cleared his throat. "Mr." "Sorry?" "Sir, it's Mr. Serene." The CEO looked up, staring with his ocean-blue eyes at the male that trembled in the middle of the room. "A man?" "I'm sorry. Did I sign up for a job not suited for a man?" Mr. Anderson raised an eyebrow, a smile appearing on his face as he looked at the pretty man before him. *** Serene Ochoa is on a new career path. With the right qualifications to be an assistant for a gaming company, he finds himself in situations that complicate things. Serene is patient and intelligent when it comes to marketing and business. All he ever wanted was to work at GamerCave's gaming company, but meeting the CEO and discovering his complicated personality made the dream more of a nightmare. Nicolas Anderson is the CEO of GamerCave. He has always been loyal to his father's company and takes everything seriously. There was no room for slacking off in his office. When he puts out an interview for personal assistants, he comes across Serene Ochoa, the only sheep that stands out from the herd. What was so different about this assistant that made Nicolas rebel against his father? BL STATUS: Currently editing.

"I'm Viola! I don't know if i told you that already." "Lola." "Viola." I correct. "Lola." ~~ Viola is a bubbly girl who just wants friends and people to love. When her friend asks to be her boss's assistant for the day she agrees and little does she know, the man by the desk will be her first love. Grey is a quiet man who focus on business, money and work until a little blonde haired blubbery girl enters his office. ❤️❤️ enjoy mama

Xander is your typical business man. A boring one with little to no excitement in his life. One rainy day after work he happens to stumble upon a little girl on his front porch. Just how much will this change his boring life?

❝ 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄. ❞ 18+ | He was an English teacher because he liked to criticize people. His stormy, gray eyes never dared to show emotion, his nose was always sharp with judgment, and his lips wouldn't make an effort to smile. 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄 was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 the professor to mess with. She was an innocent student of his but had absolutely no filter. Perhaps that's what caught his attention at first. Along with her bubbly personality, terrible jokes, wild opinions, and gift in writing. Either way, he was interested. Not just in what she had to say, but in everything about her. 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍 seemed like the last person to major in Creative Writing, but give her a pen and paper and she's the deepest person you'll ever meet. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 was hard to forget about once you meet her. 𝙃𝙚 was as closed off as he was addictive. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 was one hell of a dangerous road to go down. 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐘. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I back up towards the door and he slowly follows, a certain emotion coating over his gray eyes and registering in his complicated brain. "How old are you?" There's something dangerous about the glint in his features, something of an evil awakening. "Almost twenty," I mumble, my hands pressed up against the door. I look up into his dark and cloudy irises, my legs turning into jelly. "Why?" "Just making sure I'm not breaking too many rules at once." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓-𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄. 𝙊𝙛 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. Does contain mature content. Read at your discretion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Adam is a Neet. He never leaves his apartment unless he absolutely has to. He holes himself up, only giving attention to his comics and cartoons. However, things change when a noisy party animal moves in next door and becomes a pest. Adam is given no other choice but to confront his neighbor. A series of events pushes Adam outside his bubble and forces him to interact with others. And maybe, just maybe, he thought his neighbor, Assad, was a bit good looking. * * * * * TW/CW: The MC of this novel has social anxiety and depression, and although there are no thoughts relating to violence or self-harm, the MC is consistently in a state of mind /internal monologue that can be mentally tasking for people with similar conditions.

Corey is the shy young artistic intern. The ink was barely dry on his Degree, but he managed, with the help of a childhood friend to land a sweet job with Roche Marketing Inc., where his creativity can shine. On his very first day of work he literally ran smack dab into the Sexiest man he had ever laid his eyes on and it was like he was struck by lightning when none other than Marcus Roche, the CEO of the company, stopped his fall. The man's touch seared him, marked him and even though the man was his boss, Corey wanted desperately to belong to him. Marcus Roche is the brilliant force behind his company, the CEO of Roche Marketing INC. His cold and unyielding personality commanded respect and perfection of those around him. His personal life was no different, Marcus is a Dominant, an badass one at that, he craved to have sweet little boys kneeling at his feet worshipping him, he was content to have his subs fawning all over him at his club, The Dungeon; but he had no desire to have a relationship with any of them outside of the playrooms. What will happen to his well organized world when a young intern literally stumbles into life with big innocent blue eyes that he felt could see right into his soul?

Everyone loves Nicholas Dawson. He is the golden boy, the one with perf*ct grades, a gorgeous girlfriend and a bunch of popular friends. Nathan Dawson is his identical twin and Nathan is nothing like him. It isn't easy to be compared with the perf*ct brother, the perf*ct son and the perf*ct student in a world that demands for perf*ction. But it's all about to change when Nathan stumbles upon a guy to whom perf*ct is a swear word. °°°° "Perf*ction is an illusion, it doesn't exist. Think about your brother. Can you tell me something that isn't perf*ct about him?" "Well.. He can be a bit selfish sometimes." "Good. What else?" "He lets his friends laugh at me even though he knows it hurts me. And.. He hangs toilet paper the wrong way." "See? He's not perf*ct. He just seems that way, because no one is looking close enough." "But everyone likes him more than me." "Not everyone. I like you a lot more than I like him. You're not perf*ct and you don't try to make people think you are. You're real and I love that about you." °°° 2021-2022