[boyxboy] Cameron Patterson and Aaron Williams have hated each other for as long as either of them can remember. Because they play positions that counter each other, it was easy for them to hate each other. When one of them is playing well, the other is playing badly. On multiple occasions, their confrontations have become physical, some of them becoming full on fights. One night following a game, their hatred erupts in a way neither of them saw coming. WARNING: There is a massive amount of smut in this book. If you do not want to read smut, do not read this book, because there is a hell of a lot of smut. Chapters with smut will be labeled with an (M) on them, showing that they are mature. If you don't want to read smut, please just skip those chapters. IMPORTANT: The characters start out 18, but there are clear inconsistencies. I started writing this before the Wattpad Purge, and I didn't want to go through the entire story and change their age to 18. There will be a couple chapters near the end of the book where they both turn 18, and obviously that's just stupid. I just don't want to get banned, so I'm saying that these characters are already 18, but they also have their 18th birthdays near the end of the book. I'm just being lazy to be honest. It's not gonna affect the book that much, just ignore it when they say in the early chapters that they are already adults or already 18. That shit doesn't matter. The quality of my writing in this book is pretty mid by the way. I'm a teenage boy that listens to 21 Savage, I feel like expectations shouldn't be high. I don't have writing skills the way many other writers on this site do, so don't expect some Shakespeare type shit. The characters in this book are similar to each other too. It's easier I guess. #1 Sports 4/8/24 #1 Teen Love 6/24/24 #3 Friends With Benefits 3/31/24 #6 Football 3/27/24 #2 Jock 7/2/24 #6 Hate to Love 5/16/24 #4 Bisexual 6/10/24 #4 Pride 6/24/24 #3 Gay Love 6/27/24 #2 Teen Romance 7/26/24

Book Two of Five in the New Beginnings Series. **You do NOT have to read Inhale, Exhale, & Breathe to enjoy these stories** SALEM LUNA: Does anyone ever feel like they're riding a mechanical bull that is never ending? No matter how many times you get thrown off the thing, you appear right back on it? No? Just me then? See, I have this best friend. Former. Best. Friend. It's taking my brain a while to get used to it. Whatever. I'm hopelessly in love with him, and I tried desperately to admit my feelings out loud. So, I did. Raven Fox told me not to love him, and the look he seared into my skin when he said it was now branded into my brain. Now we're on the university book club Christmas retreat. Who did I get roomed with? Raven because of course I was given the bird. The damn bird that didn't love me in return. Which would have been fine had he not looked like the idea disgusted him. Six months have gone by since that day, and our tension is growing with more animosity each second. Now, we're doing activities together, and Christmas is my favorite holiday. He's not screwing this up for me. After a snowstorm starts hitting, though, I end up stuck in the middle of nowhere, out of gas in my snowmobile. I'm terrified as the wind starts picking up and snow starts whipping my face. I thought he wasn't listening. That he didn't care. So, why did he become the one to save me? Why does he look so distraught? His words say one thing, but his eyes are telling me his words are lies. Raven is lying to me. He loves me. But he doesn't want me to love him. All I want to know is why because I can't breathe without him anymore.

Book One of Two in the Hail Royalty duology. Book two is a different couple. PRINCE CYPRUS: Life used to be simple. College classes, caffeine overdoses, and love letters that always arrived when it rained. Sweet, right? Turns out, my "secret admirer" was my best friend Artemio (Art) Rome-at least, that's what he claimed. We agreed to stay friends (because I've only ever seen him as a brother), but something about the whole situation always felt... off. Especially since the other person I trusted most, Evander Knight, disappeared the night of his graduation-one year before mine-and ghosted me completely. And it was suspiciously the same night Art took credit for the secret admirer letters. Now it's two years later, and guess who's back in my life? Yep. Evander. And we're stuck working together as editorial assistants, trying to convince the notoriously reclusive author Storm Orion to finally write the sequel to his hit novel-the same one that ended on a soul-crushing cliffhanger before he vanished into thin air. Oh, and the letters? They've started up again. Art swears it was him all along, but the more he insists, the less I believe him. Storm Orion only replies to my emails. And the sequel? It's weirdly familiar. Too familiar. Evander's back. The letters are back. And I'm starting to realize I might have always been in love with the boy who left, and not the boy who stayed. So now I've got questions: Why did Evander disappear? Who actually wrote the letters? And who, exactly, is Storm Orion? And to think, I always thought I was chasing someone else's story (Storm Orion's sequel). But maybe it's my story. And now, with everything unraveling-the secrets, the letters, Evander's return-the biggest plot twist of my life happens. The plot twist? Storm Orion's books are meant for me, and I'm the only one who can choose how they end. Will it be another heartbreaking cliffhanger... Or the happy ending we all deserve?

BOOK THREE OF THREE IN THE SKATES ON ICE TRILOGY - CASPIAN VALE I made a mistake that wasn't so much a mistake. I can't figure out how to rationalize what happened. I don't know how to regret it, either. I slept with my ex-fiance. That sentence is enough to send anyone into a spiral. Including me. I'm in a spiral. I've finally managed to make my dream come true. I'm going to the Olympics. Which means, I am steadily in New York for the next few months, training. No comps. No traveling. Nothing. I'm in my home of New York, and I'm staying. Guess what fate the world gave me? Keon Wilder, my precious ex-fiance, has been traded to the New York Knights. Meaning, Keon will be here, living in New York. And the moment he finds out my new home has been New York, he is trying to be my support system. He wants to talk, which is fair, but I can't. Not yet. I'm right there. I'm about to achieve my dream. However... Keon was my dream, too, and I love him more than anything in this world. Just know this. Chaos ensues. Keon's team isn't welcoming him the way he deserves, and I simply can't leave him alone. The same way he can't leave me alone. But what Keon doesn't know? I've been to his games. A lot of them. Too many of them. And I start going again. He's trying to help me reach my dream-because he's amazing-and here I am, scared I'll lose him all over again. Is it possible for me to have both dreams, or were we always doomed from the start?

BOOK THREE OF SIX IN THE ANGELS AND DEVILS SERIES -- KAI BELLAMY I had one mission. Find my brother when I turned eighteen. But it didn't work out. My plans changed. Everything changed. I'm still searching for him, but I have brothers and Angels to look out for, too. Especially one particular Angel. My Angel. Arlo. We have one thing in common. Dex. My best friend since we were in diapers. He's also... Arlo's dead twin brother. Dex's addiction took him over. Just like he always predicted. I tried so hard to save him. Arlo, too. But now, we both have a piece of ourselves missing. And Arlo's piece is bigger than mine. He lost his twin. His pride and joy. His everything. Dex always told me to look out for Arlo when he was gone because he had a soft heart, and a 'sensitive empath card,' as he called it. And looking out for Arlo landed me in prison for two years. No regrets. But I'm back now, and we've decided to collect our lost souls, and help them live better lives than the ones they were living. But I'm in love with Arlo, and I can't tell him. Dex wasn't the only one I was close with since we were in diapers, but I was marginally closer to Dex. Until he passed. Now, I'm keeping Arlo tucked into my wings. I need him safe. I need him happy. And I have doubts that I will be able to make him shine with sunshine like he deserves, but damn if I don't want to. Until Arlo stumbles across someone we've both been searching for. Out of nowhere. My brother. Noah. And it knocks my brain onto the right track. Arlo is mine, and I'll stop at nothing to make him as such.

BOOK TWO OF SIX IN THE ANGELS AND DEVILS SERIES. - OCTAVIUS EVERHEART: P.S: I spilled my fucking guts to the guy who haunts my every thought, and now he knows I'm in love with him. Send help! No one was coming to save me from the unhealthy way I avoid emotions. I was on my own. I didn't know what I wanted anymore. I never knew. Not since that humiliating moment in high school. When I tried to ask a horrified Onyx Steele to prom. I'm not supposed to hate him for turning me down as gently as he could. In front of everyone. Or the way he looked absolutely horrified when he saw what I'd done. But as the years passed, and I hissed at him through them, Onyx hits his breaking point. His breaking point? The boy he was bonded to. The one I have a deeper, unjustifiable unlike for. And when he tried to help? I pounced. It was more than they saw. I've known Onyx longer than he had. But after I end up getting told by Onyx that he was done giving me the attention I sought, I bent in half more. So, when he came to try once more with me. I told him. Everything. More than I should have. I just snapped. I don't want to be in love with him, so I told him in hopes he'd free me. Except, Onyx seems determined to fix things. It starts with the most insane grand gesture known to mankind. And it puts the man who despises being the center of attention, right at the goddamn epicenter.

BOOK ONE OF SIX IN THE ANGEL AND DEVIL SERIES ZERO: I don't talk much. And he never made me feel like I had to. Echo Lynx. This bright ray of sunshine hopped into my life after I found him confused and alone. He told me that he didn't know where to go. So, I brought the angel to the angels, where he belonged. After he settled with his new brothers, I started looking out for him. I can't stop myself from ensuring no one breaks the extra-voltage lightbulb in Echo's world. What I don't expect is one night, in the midst of running from the police-I tend to play Robin Hood, as they call me-I get a call, and I answer it because it's him. Echo wants to talk, so I tell him I'll be there soon. I show up, and Echo? Echo asks if I want to go on a date with him. When I saw the sweet nervousness in his eyes after he explained neither one of us got to go on a date, how can I deny? Soon, before I know it, I'm dating Echo. It's like whiplash. Echo is affectionate. Very affectionate. He likes things like cuddling and lazy kisses. And as we move forward, I find that... maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Touch, I mean. Because I want to touch him. Kiss him. I want to make him happy. But I'm not entirely sure if I can give him what he needs. Not long after our dates start, Echo gets lost in the woods, and I need to find him. I have to find him. Fuck my triggers. Fuck them all. I have to find him. Except, when I do, he's hurt, and it brings me back to the scars of my past. Except, the flashbacks aren't enough. No. Echo manages to dunk me back into my past more than he ever realized. I didn't realize plot twists could exist in real life, but the entire plot of my trauma from the past becomes one massive plot twist. And I would have never seen it coming.

BOOK TWO IN THE SKATES ON ICE TRILOGY - NOAH WILDER I want the attention of the media, and I will get it by any means necessary. It's crucial. I need their cameras and articles because that means my name is finally hitting headlines. Which means, more people will see them. Like, perhaps, my older brother, who I haven't seen since we were forced apart by the foster care system. I was nine, and he was sixteen. I was adopted, and I even have another amazing older brother that I want him to meet. Except, when I keep falling on my face in hopes to get noticed by the media, Caleb Calder keeps pulling me back, and making things better. Caleb Calder. Caleb Calder. Caleb Calder. We used to be friends. Best friends. Secretly. Until we weren't. Until he asked me on a date, and when I tried to find him before our game against each other-the night of our supposed date-I heard him. I heard him say that he'd never date him-me-in any reality. It was a ploy, and I thought better of him. Until I couldn't. Now, I'm confused. Because his actions don't seem that of someone who didn't care. Did I get something wrong? We're on the same NHL team now, and things are getting crazy. Caleb keeps protecting me from the media, and I keep getting addicted to the way he protects me. Until I am forced to realize two things... One, I'm falling for Caleb Calder all over again. And two? My lost, big brother has been marginally closer to me than I ever could have realized. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE FAKE DATING TROPE. XOXO

The Queen has finally landed on the chessboard right across from the King, and now, it's time to play a game where either they both will become winners or be losers. There isn't a "one-man-takes-all" challenge on their chessboard. However, they are now the only two playing the game. What will win in a grueling match between love and trust? Or can they simply tie the two together and recognize the rare future they could have together, placed before them? Will they snatch it or become losers? I suppose you'll need to find out by opening the book, darling. xx -- AXTON REYNOLDS: The ghosts of my past follow me around every corner, never letting up on their hunt to take me out of their little league. However, I've never been fond of bending at anyone's will, and I refuse to start now. Not even when a mysterious girl appears in my life--content with her little game of throwing fireballs in my direction. But I will catch every single one and hurl them right back. What the hell am I supposed to do when the fire starts to die behind every insult she tosses in my direction? Lyric Armstrong starts causing destruction in my life that I didn't approve of, and I can't seem to shake her. And the worst part? It's through no fault of her own. It's me who can't keep my eyes from lingering on her each time she falls within my peripheral vision. The crowned "King" (of the most hated) in this town is now up against a fierce Queen, and try as I might, I can't stay the fuck away. There is something lingering in her shadows--something about her that isn't quite right. I want to find out what it is, and I need to know for my sanity. Or maybe it's for my insanity? Because I think the downfall of the King is upon us, and it's the fierce Queen, Lyric Armstrong, who will send me down in flames. But what if I'm okay with burning?

Book one of three in the Project Trilogy MUST BE READ IN ORDER EMERY GRAY: I'm the friend who likes doing cute things for my friends if I notice they aren't mentally doing well. I enjoy making uplifting cards or beaded bracelets just so they can smile. I do this for holidays, too, because I know the holidays can be hard for some. I never knew my friend group was secretly against me the entire time. After overhearing them laugh at my expense, I'm about to walk away. When I turn, I slam right into a very tall wall of muscle that sends me backward before another hand shoots out and catches my elbow before I fall. When I look up, I see them. The infamous Triple-A. Everyone hates them. They don't trust anyone. They're cruel. Those are all things I've heard but never witnessed. After they drag me away from my supposed group of friends, they offer me a safe place with them. I decline. I declined because my brother would have my head if I accepted. If Ellis found out I befriended the group he hated, I wouldn't know what to do. But a member of Triple-A has noticed me. Alaric Benson. The jokester. The class-clown. The one with the amazing hazel eyes that I start getting lost in. No, I can't befriend Triple-A, but the offer becomes harder to resist when I realize how alone I feel. I befriended them, and they started helping me find out who I am. They aren't cruel like everyone believes. Not unless they have to be. So, where did everyone get this idea? Oh, god, someone help me. I don't know how much longer I can resist Alaric Benson. Falling in love with him is a recipe for disaster! Right? If my brother finds out, I don't know what will happen, but I can't resist him anymore. Screw the damage I'll take from the fallout. It's my life, and I need to remember that.