I was 10 when my Mother sat me down for a talk. "Milo, I know you like him..." She paused, as if trying to pick her words right, "but he doesn't like boys like that. He likes girls." Flushed and feeling caught out, I avoid her eyes. I didn't realise it was so obvious. She gives me a sympathetic but firm smile. "So don't make him feel uncomfortable and ruin your older brothers friendship with him, okay?" 8 years later...

He knew he was blushing; he could feel it. Boy, did he hate that. "I-I never sleep," his eyes darted away for a moment, "maybe I was thinking of all the ways I could bash your face in." Devyn glared at those jade eyes, his lip curling slightly. He pressed their bodies closer, his leg slipping between Lexin's. "If you think-" Devyn's words died from his lips as Lexin nearly whimpered, from both embarrassment and pleasure. Devyn's firm thigh was now pressed against his rock-hard dick, and he had no excuse as to why it was hard. The two stared at each other in a thick silence, Lexin's eyes wide and Devyn's unreadable. "Y-you should-" "Is this why you're up," Devyn's tone began to drop, "couldn't find a good fuck at the party?" Lexin glared and tried his best not to grind his hips forward and release some of the pain. "If I wanted to, I would have," he scowled. "Since when do you come home unsatisfied? We both know you can't keep it in your pants," Devyn's eyes stayed locked on the bruises. "Prick," Lexin hissed. Unable to stop himself, his hips pressed forward this time, his eyebrows pinching together. To his surprise Devyn pushed back. He wasn't gentle about it either as he applied the weight of his muscular thigh onto Lexin's hard on. Devyn's dark eyes flicked to his before he leaned down, brushing his lips on the shell of Lexin's ear. "You want to tell me why you're so hard, princess?" Lexin turned beat red, "Stop calling me that." "That's not an answer," Devyn slid his head down and brushed his lips over the sore hickey. ~'~ WARNING: this book has a choking and biting kink. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Fed up with being picked on, a geeky boy with a big secret hires the school's toughest senior as a bodyguard to protect him from the bullies. Cover by @glynfrans

A story of two enemies attached and captivated by lust and value. "You act like you can't stand me...But the moment I get my hands on you, you're like putty." 18-year-old Addison Westbrook swears up and down that he hates Oliver Beckett. Even with their occasional fucks, he calls him his enemy. Everyone needs someone that makes them feel admired and cherished. Oliver Beckett just happened to be Addison's person. What happens when they both get hooked, physically and emotionally? Contains smut #2 in Attached- 1/18/22🩰 #5 in Freethelbgt-2/4/22🤹🏾♀️ #4 in Queer-2/12/22👩🏾⚖️ #5 in Mxm-2/14/22🩰 #4 in Manxman-2/14/22🤹🏾♀️ #1 in Gayerotic-2/15/22👩🏾⚖️ #1 in enemieswithbenefits - 2/19/22🩰 #2 in pride- 2/19/22🤹🏾♀️ #2 in boyxboyromance- 2/21/22👩🏾⚖️ #2 in freethelgbt- 3/8/22🙋🏾♀️ #3 in queer - 3/10/22 🤹🏾♀ #1 in gaylove - 3/18/2022👩🏾⚖️ #4 in enemies-3/31/2022 🙋🏾♀️ #3 in lgbtrights- 4/6/2022🙋🏾♀️🚶🏾♀️ #2 in gaypride - 4/26/2022🙋🏾♀️💃🏾 #1 in mlm- 4/26/2022🙋🏾♀️🚶🏾♀️ #1 boyxboyromance- 5/12/2022🩰 #1 in teenromance- 6/23/2022🙎🏾♀️ #9 in gay- 6/23/2022👏🏾 #1 in freethelgbt -6/29/2022🙎🏾♀️ #1gayfiction -8/13/2022💃🏾 #1 in pride - 2/ 20/ 2023💃🏾🩰 It's still something ✋🏾 #21 in Bxb- 4/18/22

Lake doesn't like parties, he especially doesn't like getting drunk by drinking the alcoholic punch on accident, and he really doesn't enjoy following his friends to go trick or treating and somehow finding himself lost and alone in a graveyard. There is a tall figure sitting calmly on a large gravestone, so dark he appears as a silhouette, his tapered cloak moving in the wind as though suspended in water. Lake walks up to him, made of curiosity, bravery and booze. The tall man stands to tower over him, in his left hand a scythe is raised and the blade glints in the moonlight, darkness reaching out from him like a thick fog. Cold red eyes pin Lake down. "Who disturbs this halfway realm of death? Who dares to approach the harbinger..." But the little human in front of him seems unafraid. His large blue eyes squint as he reaches through the black fog and presses his hand on his chest. "Wow, that's really cool, how do you do that?"

Sequel to Taste of Iron. Atlas never imagined that he would date a criminal even in his wildest dreams, and now he was living with one. Atlas and Emil thought their journey would be smooth sailing- but read how friends, family, and old enemies add a dash of danger, a touch of trouble, and a kiss of spice to their lives. Story of a chef, a crime boss, and a cat.

"When I first saw you, I thought I'd have to kill you." "Uh, excuse me?" "But now I'll kill anyone that even thinks of laying a finger on you," he said, a dry laugh escaping his lips. "How times change, huh?" ~~~ Atlas, a young chef, was simply trying to survive in the big city. When a mysterious intruder, Emil, breaks into his apartment, Atlas is thrust into a life completely different from his. As Emil takes a liking to Atlas, will the chef run away? Or will the crime boss give him a reason to stay? ~~~ [mxm]

[Book One in a three-part series] At the age of twenty-six, Slater still hasn't met his mate and the pack elders are running out of patience. They want him to either take a mate or step down as alpha. To keep the pack out of the hands of his younger brother, Slater agrees to find a mate. However, when his pack rescues a group of wolves from a werewolf fighting ring, he meets his mate - an omega whose been held captive since he was fifteen. Timid and quiet was what Slater was expecting when he first met the wolf, but it becomes clear to him that omega or not, his mate still has a lot of fight left in him and is going to make his used-to-be simple life much more complicated. #3 in New Adult

"You're scared of me," he accused. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation kicking in, but I shook my head. "No, I'm scared your blood will stain my couch." He blinked a few times and then a shadow of a smile broke out on his face. "I'll buy you a new one." ... A wife who died a mysterious death and a "my way or the highway" attitude, Manolo Raymond was not to be trusted. Anyone with ties to the underworld knew that, which was why Wesley did what he could to stay out of the mafia prince's path. He had one goal: to finish paying off his debt to Manolo's older brother and then never see their faces again. However, his plans were thrown out the window when he returned home one night to find his house broken into and an injured Manolo Raymond bleeding on his couch, demanding refuge.

Robin Rose doesn't know a lot of stuff, despite being two months out from his high school graduation. However, there is one thing he is absolutely sure of: nobody can know that he is an omega. Not his bully, not his classmates, not his friends, not anybody he may meet in the future, and especially-above all-not his alpha best friend, Jude Silas. Robin just can't risk it. He lives in a world where being a male omega is so frowned upon that it has torn families apart. It's ruined relationships-friendships, most importantly. Robin absolutely refuses to tell anybody, no matter how many lies he has to keep straight in the process. His plans of taking this secret to his grave are going swimmingly, with a few minor hiccups. Robin is completely prepared to take suppressants and scent blockers the rest of his life, and just pretend like he never presented. He will be careful about this. Nobody will know. He's so close to finishing high school-to entering a new chapter of his life. It's all going to work out... As long as he remembers to take his medicine. [] [] [] Rankings: #1 LGBT #1 bxb #1 omegaverse #3 teen fiction !!WARNINGS: smut and swearing, and there's also an incident with drugging though it's nothing graphic. I'm pretty sure that's it tbh. Also the mc is really stupid if that matters. [[TEMPORARY BREAK UP/5 YEAR EPILOGUE TIME SKIP]] I'd also like to specify that I did not put much effort into this story since the entire reason I wrote it was to get over writer's block for another book, so if you're thinking about leaving criticism you should probably know I'm already well aware of all of its flaws. Thank you:)