𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡. #𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐌 𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐟𝐢 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓆩𓆗𓆪 Omkara Rathore doesn't touch. Not his students. Not his colleagues. Not even his own reflection if it gets too close. A medical science professor with a condition he never chose──his skin rejects contact, his body recoils from scents, and his heart has learned that feeling is a wound he cannot afford. So he stays cold. Stays distant. Stays safe. Until Yaksh Shergill walks into his life. A transfer student with a golden smile and eyes that see too much. Humble. Charming. Everyone's favorite. Omkara should hate him. Instead, for the first time in his life── A scent doesn't repulse him. A touch doesn't rebuke him. It pulls. And that terrifies him more than any disease ever could. But Yaksh isn't what he seems either. Behind that warm facade lives something petty. Something possessive. Something that has decided Omkara Rathore is his to follow. To provoke. To ruin. And when a body is found── When a murder cracks open secrets buried inside Omkara's own blood── They will have to trust each other to survive. But how do you trust someone whose very smell makes you lose control? 𓆩𓆗𓆪 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛.

Jonathan hasn't been honest a single day in his life. All his friends, his smiles, and his zest for life are just a way of lying to himself and everyone else. Did he have a bit of an addiction to alcohol and tobacco? Maybe. Was he incapable of eating a single full plate of food a day? Perhaps. Did he live with an abusive, drug-addled father 24/7? True. But he was okay, because he was Jonathan. And Jonathan was the happy kid, the life of the party, and he didn't have any problems in life. Right? Sending him to an institution with five other boys in equally deplorable mental states is just an excuse for him to run away from home, not because he needs it. Obviously. The important thing is that Jonathan will continue to be perfect...until he isn't.

Connor and Ben are best friends. Ben secretly knows Connor is gay and has a crush on him, and tonight, with the storm outside locking them in together, Ben is about to help Connor come to terms with his sexuality. One way or another...

PLEASE READ MY BIO! Complete on Dreame and Ao3 Dax Whitlock is bored. He lives a boring life as a CEO of his company, doing the same exact thing day in and day out. He hopes to find something interesting at the popular kink club he owns called The Closet, but finds that there's nobody that can satisfy him the way that he wants. Just as he starts to lose hope in finding something to shake up his life, he meets a new, young boy that may just be what he's been looking for all this time. Noel Grayson is always looking for a challenge. What better way to satisfy his competitive nature than to beat his brother at his own game. BDSM. Changes come when he starts to question if he's in over his head thinking that he could become a perfect sub. Will things come crashing down when he realizes that it's not the game he thought it would be? Note: this book and the book 'Mercy' are a duology but can be read as stand alones Warning: • VERY MATURE THEMES • Mental Illness • Abuse • BDSM (obviously)

[BxB] Waking up next to someone after having a little too much to drink was no new, riveting story in this day and age. Waking up next to another boy, when you were also a boy, was a little more interesting, but still nothing to write home about. But waking up in Nico Beckett's sheets? To Wesley, it was a nightmare come to life. ~~~ Wesley Dillon's life was uneventful, and frankly, he liked it that way. He didn't get into trouble, he kept his grades up, he played it safe. He never did anything to rock the boat he was floating in, the calm waters of his lake left undisturbed. Now starting his last year in high school, Wes was content to continue living his life as he always has - but sometimes, and only sometimes, he caught himself wishing that something could make ripples in his tiny world. What he wasn't ready for were the waves that were Nico Beckett - a troublemaker, womaniser, and an incredibly popular boy at his school. He was everything Wes was not. Nico was the type of guy that Wes never wanted to associate with, but after waking up in his arms with panic in his chest and pains everywhere else, he realised that his life was going to get much, much more complicated. It took him everything to try not to drown as the waves pulled him further and further down. But, somewhere along the way, he wasn't sure that drowning was actually a bad thing. ~~~ #1 in romance (29/09/19) #1 in LGBT (07/09/2019) #1 in bxb (07/09/2019) #1 in boyxboy (08/09/2019) #1 in gay (11/09/2019) #1 in highschool (29/09/19) #1 in school (17/10/19) #1 in comingofage (01/10/19) #1 in slowburn (02/10/19) #1 in BL (04/10/19) #1 in lovetriangle (05/10/19) #1 in family (31/10/19) #1 in comingoutofthecloset (08/01/20) #1 in writtenwithpride (19/06/21) #4 in love (07/03/21)

Thaddaeus is a killer. A skilled hitman and negotiator, working under the small but notoriously known organized criminal syndicate, Enigma. Thaddaeus is also tired. Bored of his work and its repetitive and bloody nature. But one thing that the gangster looks forward to; is getting absolved of his sins via the priests of St. Clementia's Chapel. It's his safe haven and a place to make peace with his crimes and with himself. However, when his usual priest is out sick, Thaddaeus finds himself having to find absolution from a young volunteer priest with a voice that makes the gangster want to sin both in and out of the church. **Man x Man story**

Short story kinda long chapters . Just a quick warning, I promise you it's not what it seems, the plot twist is something you will never imagine, I want to see you try and guess what will happen , no cheating. Try to guess , I promise you you'll never be able to predict what happens. ___________________________________________ ↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓ When you're a kid normally you'd have a childhood best friend, or a childhood girlfriend or boyfriend or just a childhood friend. But my childhood was different, cause unlike most people I had a childhood enemy, rival. Yeah.... I wish I was kidding but I'm not . Ever since I learned how to walk and talk I was taught to hate this one guy , Damian.

When Nobita decides to help Dekisugi with a mysterious problem keeping him awake at night, he doesn't realize how much it will bring them closer together. From solving midnight mysteries with Doraemon's gadgets to sharing soft, heartwarming moments in Dekisugi's home, Nobita starts to see a different side of his brilliant friend-one that's kind, gentle, and surprisingly attentive to him. Amid playful teasing, cozy sweatshirts, and baby-soft clothes, Nobita can't help but feel a flutter in his heart as he discovers that even someone as perfect as Dekisugi has a warmth that's just for him. A story filled with sweet pouts, stolen glances, and soft smiles, this fanfiction explores how two boys from different worlds slowly find comfort and affection in each other. Perfect for anyone who loves lighthearted, fluffy moments and a dash of innocent romance. (For picture credit goes to rightful owner ☺)

A leaked scandal destroyed Dev's life and cost him the boy he loved. Now he's starting over at a new school where no one is supposed to know his name. And the last person he needs getting close is Raj - the infuriating, sharp-tongued prefect who won't stop watching him like he's trying to solve a mystery. Dev may survive being hated. But he definitely won't survive being loved again.

Like most gay love stories in the country, Dhruv and Vidit's began online. But there were no dating apps involved, just an Instagram group chat for Taylor Swift fans. Dhruv wasn't looking for love, only a debate about Taylor's best bridge but fate had other plans. For years, their world existed within the confines of a screen. Messages sent at odd hours, voice calls stretching late into the night, confessions woven between casual conversations. They had been everything to each other, even if neither had dared to put a name to it. But now, standing face to face for the first time, everything felt different. Familiar yet electric. Vidit's voice carried weight in a way it never had through a speaker. His touch was brief, almost hesitant, setting off a chain reaction beneath Dhruv's skin. His eyes lingered just a second too long, searching for something, as if realizing that love through a screen had only been the beginning. Somewhere between ranking albums and decoding Easter eggs, Dhruv had accidentally found his person. This is the story of Dhruv and Vidit. A love that started in DMs, survived the distance, and became something neither of them saw coming.