Samson's curiosity for all things in general inevitably lead him to the conundrum - why are some people attracted to the same gender and others aren't. As his curiosity gets the better of him, Samson signs up for Gideon Dodd's Curious Boys segment to explore this "phenomenon." Being a man of logic, Samson approaches the experiment in a scientific spirit, eager for answers and a final analysis. But within the walls of Gideon's home, Samson makes an unexpected discovery about himself as he is introduced to two very special boys who make it difficult to view as mere "test subjects."

REMOVED April 9, 2024 One notorious gay heartbreaker. One homophobic ex-best friend and his kleptomaniac brother. Mix in a sex tape, commitment issues, and some explosive chemistry. The illusion of Dreyden's perfect life can't survive this disaster. ***** Dreyden is very good at being who others wants him to be. He's an obedient, church-going son, a perfect student, the life of every party. Maintaining the equilibrium means staying in the closet at home, so it's lucky his parents don't suspect a thing when he lies. When others are happy, it's easy to forget that he isn't. After one drunk night gets out of control, Dreyden dumps his loving boyfriend rather than admit to what he did. Adrift and increasingly alienated from his friends, he finds himself sucked into Orion's dysfunctional orbit. Orion has a habit of taking things that don't belong to him, but what's worse is his angry, homophobic brother, who used to be Dreyden's best friend. Bad habits might be harder to escape than the gravity of unwanted feelings, but maybe Dreyden's equilibrium isn't as stable as he pretends. And maybe Orion is about to disrupt it all, whether Dreyden is ready or not. It's just a shame that bad people don't get happy endings. ***** Contains sexual content, profanity, underage substance use, and themes of consent, mental health, homophobia, and coming out. *featured on Wattpad's "Stories to Read OUT Loud" list* Complete at 137k words.

𝐑𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. *♥*♥*♥*♥*♥*♥* Brady was the single most conceit, selfish and arrogant blue blood I'd ever known. Merciless to my feelings, he was beloved by everyone but me. He was also one step away from inheriting his throne to become Alpha. A fact that made everyone blind to the cruel poison he'd held and used to ruin my early youth. I hated him and I'd hated him most when I came of age. Where on my sixteenth birthday, as all werewolves did, I found my mate - the other half of my soul in him. Broken and vengeful I swore and refused to give myself willingly to him. Not for any other reason, not for the gods and definitely not for Him. Not even when the cost of rejecting a mate resulted in a fate worse than death. I hated him, I'd never forgive him, I didn't want him and I was so certain I'd never love him. At least that's what I thought. Too bad, I realized it a little too late.

Where Max somehow gets roped into one of his sister's stupid schemes and ends up in way over his head, completely out of his comfort zone, and quite sure he's just met his dream man. A man who happens to think Max is a girl. *** "An excellent recommendation. You're not just a pretty face, then?" "You think this face is pretty?" Max tried to say it with more sass, but it came out kind of soft. His face went red and he turned sharply to the books next to him. Casual. "You're very pretty," There was a gentleness to the teasing and Max glared at him. The man laughed again, dropping his eyes from Max. "Thanks." Max said after a pause and the man beamed at him. "I should be thanking you. This might be worth the read," he waved the book in his hand. Max rolled his eyes, face softening back into a smile. "I'm Kevin, by the way." "Cool," Max said and wondered if 'Kevin' was a name that fit this attractive man. "And what's your name?" Kevin prompted after a short pause and Max cleared his throat, embarrassed. "Oh, sorry. I'm Ma-," Max barely cut himself off in time. Face flushing darker, mood dropping like a fucking brick. He wasn't Max right now. "I'm Eva." ***This is a rough draft. Currently being rewritten!!*** (Disclaimer: there will be boy on boy romance and if that doesn't float your boat, gonna need you to float on by. Also a lot of swearing. Thanx ;3 )

Ugh *rolls eyes* not another high school love story... [Twist on clichés] A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY *RANK* ·#1 || Closeted--5/7/19 ·#1 || Gayboys--6/18/19 ·#1 || Guyxguy--7/15/19 ·#1 || Bxb--7/29/19 ·#1 || Boyxboy--7/29/19 ·#1 || Gaylove--7/29/19 ·#1 || Jock--7/30/19 ·#1 || Lgbt--8/3/19 ·#1 || Loser--8/3/19 ·#1 || Boyxboyromance--8/8/19 ·#1 || Malexmale--8/9/19 ·#1 || Comingout--4/9/20 ·#1 || Gayfiction--9/6/20 ·#1 || Freethelgbt--12/21/20 ·#1 || Gayromance--02/24/21 ·#1 || Taygetsthegay--10/09/21 ▪️ *SYNOPSIS* Jonah Pierson is just your average seventeen year old kid. He's smart, ruthlessly pragmatic, and he's got a kickass best friend to boot. His life isn't perfect, but with only one year left until graduation Jonah faces a very serious dilemma when he's volunteered to tutor the school's star quarterback. No amount of fast talking or quick thinking will save him from this cliché, and when he's already up against a distant father, an overbearing guidance counselor, and less than helpful peers, can he somehow learn how to get along with the arrogant but hot jock? Whatever he does, Jonah knows one thing for sure--he's in for one hell of a ride before high school's over. ▪️ *REVIEWS* "...a literary juggernaut masquerading as harmless teen fiction, drawing you in with promises of fluffy clichés only to eviscerate you and leave you emotionally scarred when you let your guard down. 10/10, by far one of the best books I've read on Wattpad. Would absolutely recommend." "I read this book all in one day and I have to say, this is one of the best books if not "the" best book I've ever read on Wattpad. It honestly is an amazingly crafted masterpiece. So relatable and everything but cliché." "I can confidently say that this book is a masterpiece !!! BRAVO just bravo 👏👏👏 No book has ever made me feel this emotional and invested in fictional characters that do not exist like this one does."

The Anders' family moves from Florida to Illinois after a series of distressing events that lead to the family's financial stress. In Illinois, James Anders is reunited with his long time best friend, attends a school at which he needs to hide who he truly is, and encounters the Bradford family- a family of seven attractive but dangerous boys. The oldest six happen to be extremely protective of the youngest, whom James happens to find particularly beautiful.

Mistaken identity. Unreciprocated first love. Worst first impression. All the bad ingredients that connected Qing and Dayu's fate together. Both of them thought they chose the other one, for obvious reasons. But only one of them got it right. The other one would learn how wrong his thoughts were.

"You like it, baby?" Ambrose purred in Kyree's ear, "I picked the colour out just for you, remembered just how much you like it on me," Kyree groaned as Ambrose caught his earlobe between his teeth, biting down hard enough that he knew there would be a mark. "Out," Kyree demanded the tailor, pleased with how fast the little man scuttled from the room. The second Kyree heard the door click shut, he pressed Ambrose against the wall to the left of them, covering the demon's mouth with his own. Ambrose complied with a soft moan and a tug of Kyree's hair, his other hand clutching the lapel of Kyree's suit, as if holding himself up for fear his knees may buckle. Kyree's mouth trailed down Ambrose's neck, leaving one deep purple bruise after another across his demon's tanned skin. Ambrose's mewls and purrs were loud, then again, Ambrose always was loud, he knew it turned Kyree on. Kyree was marking his lover, knowing that all eyes would be on them tonight, he wanted everyone to know what was his. "Mine," he murmured against Ambrose's abused flesh, nipping at the place just below his lover's jaw, marvelling in the primal groan that resonated through him. "Yours," Ambrose agreed, his chest heaving as his breath got taken from him by another quick nip across his throat from Kyree, "forever, baby," Kyree took a step back, admiring the myriad of mauve marks littered across Ambrose's throat. Purple was Kyree's favourite colour on Ambrose... {Book One of the Inamorate Series} This book is dedicated to my editor, illustrator and best friend Daisy for always being there for me and putting up with my shit. {Credit to her also for the cover art and all illustrations throughout}.

"When you walk to the edge of all the light you have and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you must believe that one of two things will happen. There will be something solid for you to stand upon or you will be taught to fly." ― Patrick Overton, The leaning tree. Alwynn hadn't anticipated much from meeting an old friend of his parents. He expected a dull night filled with drab conversation and occasional pokes at his choices in life. He was prepared for that, he would just drift off into some serene place in his mind and let it all wash over him. Alwynn hadn't anticipated the 'old friend' to be a living, breathing Adonis capable of reducing the boy to a quivering, incoherent mess just with the flash of that ravishing smile. Vant Bayer, a man far too old for the 17-year-old, was just the man the boy was looking for. Little did Alwynn know, Vant wasn't merely a man...

"You're really pissing me off, Iggy, so I'm gonna give you two options. Either walk away or keep fucking provoking me and watch what happens," Ignatius' bottom lip caught between his teeth, Enlil's hot breath tickling his ear as the sylph leant in awfully close. One option was far more appealing than the other, though the other was far more practical. "Why would I walk away now, daddy?" Ignatius felt Enlil's arousal pressing against his clothed ass, making his own hardening cock twitch with anticipation. Was he really going through with it? He doubted it would just be a blowjob that time, he could still back out, Enlil wouldn't be mad. "I'd watch what you say next, princess, don't go giving me the wrong idea," Enlil spoke in a much softer voice, resting his hand on the wall to the left of Ignatius' head, his lips so close to the phoenix's ear they just grazed against the skin. Ignatius hesitated, guilty thoughts rushing into his mind, each one dissolving as Ignatius focused on how well his back fit into Enlil's chest. "Please," Ignatius whispered, sliding his hand up the wall to cover Enlil's, "please, daddy," Ignatius suddenly felt very vulnerable, fearful that Enlil would reject his advances. "Please what, princess? Tell daddy what you want," Enlil pressed his lips to the crook of Ignatius' neck, running his tongue over the curvature of his skin, coaxing a hushed moan from the phoenix. God, who had been kidding? How could he have ever resisted Enlil when he spoke to him like that? "You," Ignatius breathed, bringing Enlil's hand down to rest upon his throat, "I want you, daddy, all of you," Ignatius' breath caught in his throat as Enlil applied a hell of a lot more pressure than he had done before, no longer increasing it at a gradual pace. "It's about goddamn time, princess..." {Book Three of the Inamorate Series}