I'm obsessed with my best friend's dad. One day I looked a bit longer into his eyes and he just knew he could do anything to me and I would love it. #5 - bxblove | October 1, 2022 #4 - boyxboyromance | November 30, 2022 #10 - gaylove | December 19, 2022 #3 - gay | February 24, 2023 #4 - bl | August 20, 2023 #3 - bxm | August 25, 2023 #1 - bromance | September 19, 2023

Alex has been looking for a sign from the universe. A sign to tell him that he needs to keep fighting. To live on for his brother who died in a tragic car accident. When Alex stumbles across a man in town wearing a blindfold, holding a sign that says, 'You are not alone. If you need a talk or a hug. I am here.' He takes it upon himself to approach the stranger. Was this the sign he has been looking for? - River has been a mental health advocate for three years. With his own demons battled, he takes it upon himself to support others. More specifically strangers. He has always found peace in helping those who suffer in silence. When River is approached by a man who expresses his depressive tendencies, he decides to take the broken stranger for coffee, out of fear of what might happen if he lets him go. River tells him to offload, release all the sadness and frustration he has into someone who knows nothing about him. But when he leaves, River can't stop thinking about him. It's not until Alex comes back a few months later to thank him for listening when he needed help the most. Alex has a lot to thank for his signs from the universe.

Running a sex-line was never on Rory's agenda, but after needing to pay for his University fees to graduate in dance, he knows he can use the two things he's good at-his charm and his love for sex. He stands by three rules: don't give away your identity, don't meet up in person and DO NOT get attached. It's a job at the end of the day and he must remain professional. Until the one caller that makes him break the most important rule. August Wilder might look like he has the perfect life being the one to watch on the University rugby team and being the top of his class, but his demons haunt his every move. He never opens up. He never talks about his past. He will never talk about that night. When August stumbles across a sticker in the men's bathroom for a hotline, he calls it. He's not interested in the sex, he's in need to talk to someone that doesn't know who he is. After hours of calls and sleepless nights. Rory and August grow a bond, yet the secret of their identities lie between them. Tropes: Sports romance (dancer x rugby player) Shy MMC x Confident MMC Secret identity Angst/healing Close friendship group/found family Spicy Scenes Lots of fluff 18+

18+ William Oberoi-Maxwell I thought I had it all.. my forever, my everything... her. I was ready to confess. But one gunshot destroyed it all, destroyed me completely and utterly. Now she's gone. All that remains is her lifeless body, the fire of revenge burning in my veins... and a single clue etched into my mind, That. That snake tattoo, on that masked man's forearm I know who it belongs to. And I will destroy them. Even if that makes me question my entire existence and morals Now call it my misfortune or my fortune, because within three days, I'm forced into a marriage.. betrothed to the eldest son of the Belladonna family. The same family that wears that snake tattoo, which poisoned my whole world with pride. Zane Valentino Belladonna. Ruthless. Dangerous. Untouchable. My future husband. The man I hate. The man I should hate. The man I planned to use. Because I will find the truth. I will unmask the killer. And I will have my revenge. So why is he... different? Why is the man I expected to be a monster..so calm... so controlled...so kind? I'm supposed to destroy him and his family. He could be the killer too! Not... feel for him.

They say you only fall in love once. For Ody and Mano, that once changed everything. In a world where love isn't always safe, and pain comes hand-in-hand with desire, two straight boys find each other in the middle of grief, trauma, and secrets that refuse to stay buried. Mano doesn't do vulnerability. Aggressive, tattooed, cold, and impossible to like, he plays the villain on purpose, because being hated is safer than being seen... and losing someone again would destroy him. Ody can't help but care. Bright, extroverted, charming and painfully sincere, he's the kind of boy who notices when you're hurting, even when you pretend you're not. He remembers your birthday, offers you the last slice, and apologizes even when it's not his fault. When their lives collide, nothing about them makes sense, except the way they keep gravitating toward each other. Sparks fly, but so do secrets, buried trauma, and a love neither of them is ready for. One of them hides behind silence. The other hides behind smiles. Together, they're wildfire. But not all fires survive the storm. The forbidden love between a broken boy and a lost one. A bond that refuses to break, even as the world tries to tear them apart. 🖤COMPLETED🖤 ! Warning : contains mature content and very dark themes including bullying, violence, strong language, explicit sexual scenes. Intended for readers 18 years and older. #1 bxb / 1,5k. stories #1 lgbt / 1,5k. stories #1 bl / 1,5k. stories #1 boyxboy / 1,5k. stories

Abel has a Very Bad Disease. He coughs up blood and stumbles and faints and throws up after eating the tiniest piece of toast. One day, he sits down on his usual bench to rest after having walked to the park for a bit of fresh air. He is, however, not the only person sitting on that bench. And despite all his rudeness, sarcasm and cold limbs, he starts to get to know that other person very well. But how much time is left? ────────────────── 'Hi,' I said. Spoke. Blurted out. Tried to say. He probably understood anyway. 'Are you okay?' he asked while I wiped some blood from the corner of my mouth. I must've looked astounded, because he quickly added, 'I'm sorry, it's not -' 'I'm fucking incredible,' I interrupted, 'I just walked a mile and now I feel like I'm fucking dying but honestly I feel like I'm fucking dying all the time, and I am probably dying all the time so that's likely the reason why I feel like I'm fucking dying. Because I am. Yay, great. How are you?' My social skills had degenerated much at the same pace as my health. In case that wasn't clear.

Nora is numb. Maeve is regularly exploding. The moment these two girls meet, the entire world tips upside down. They become inseparable nearly instantly, but they cannot stay by each other's sides without a fight. It seems as if the entire world is against them. When apart, they dream of being togther. When together, they dream of existing as horribly unladylike as they can imagine. Nothing really can keep them apart, not for long at least. Not when they still carry the ideas of liberation only a girl can think up. Nora resents the melancholy of girlhood. Maeve drowns in the loneliness of girlhood. Eyes locked on each other, they throw everything else away. How reckless can a girl truly be? *** Nora glared at the girl, her pin straight black hair and the rosy cheeks sitting over her olive skin. She narrowed her eyes at the girl as she bumped against the desks, stumbling through the aisle as she fought with the bag on her shoulder. Nora thought she might look like a goddess if she were to wet her hair. If she sat under the sun, surely this girl would melt. Nora wondered what her stomach looked like. The teacher continued talking, as if this girl was just another girl. She sat at the desk right beside Nora. Nora stared at her own desk, as if being purposefully intimidated by a much larger man. She stared and stared at her desk until her eyes crossed. "Pst." Nora's head didn't move- it couldn't- but her eyes darted to the side, toward the girl. "Pst," the girl said again, leaning over the aisle toward Nora. "Do you have a pencil?"

When shy bartender Elliot is approached by a handsome stranger on a park bench at midnight, their unlikely attraction unravels everything they know about themselves, and the crime-ridden city around them. *** Elliot Taylor is running out of places to hide. Trapped between a ruthless father, a dead-end job, and a future that feels just out of reach, he spends his nights on park benches clinging to one goal: get into college and get out for good. What he doesn't plan on is Noah Black. Vice President of the Stray Dogs Motorcycle Club. Infamous. Observant. Relentless. Far too charming for a man with a reputation for violence, and determined to pry into wounds Elliot would rather pretend don't exist. Through chance encounters and sleepless nights, the two can't seem to avoid each other. But Noah's life comes with complications: a motorcycle club under pressure, threats closing in, and loyalties that crumble when tested. As Elliot drifts deeper into Noah's current, he cannot help but realize how dangerously close he's falling -- even as deadly secrets threaten to unravel everything they've fought so hard for. Soon, Elliot must face a choice: keep chasing the life he's always dreamed of, or confront the truths that could shatter everything he knows... including his past, his heart, and the man who refuses to let him go.

"Bend over the desk," he said calmly. "If you're going to write about being used, I expect accuracy." ⸻ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 ⸻ I write about sex like I've lived it. Bold. Scandalous. Completely made up. In reality, I've never been the subject of such things. But online? I'm the 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓎. Until one post... one stupid, unfiltered deep desire accidentally ends up in front of the one person it should never have reached. Professor Thorne. Brilliant, cold, unreadable. And now, watching me far too closely. I was just trying to survive college. He was supposed to stay a daydream. But he's turning theory into practice, and I'm the experiment he won't quit. This isn't what I wanted. So why can't I stop wanting it? | •|⸻|•|⸻|• | Colby James has always been the shadow in the room-quiet, forgettable, and perfectly fine blending into the background. Queue freshman year of College. Suddenly, he's juggling a new circle of friends, a roommate who's starting to catch feelings he never meant to spark, and a dangerously hot professor who should know better. But he doesn't. And worse? He wants Colby. And he's about to prove it.

GOING ON HIATUS FOR DEEP EDITING! (Needed to work toward Indie publishing).💙 Bi-curious Luca found the courage to slip his number to the cop pulling him over for speeding. He didn't expect much, especially not for Officer Hoffman to hit him up, but that's just what happened. In the end, Luca might just discover himself, find freedom, and even love in the arms of his unlikely partner in this coming-of-age, coming out romance. Spicy chapters marked with a Pepper! This is a gay, age-gap (28 and 18) mature novel. It will contain mature language, explicit sex scenes, including BDSM-content. Sexual partners of legal age (18+). If age gaps bother you, this book ain't for you. Copyright of Quill Pearson All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief mention in review.