Mace is a soft-hearted yet strong minded young man , recently diagnosed with bipolar disorder and still figuring out what that means for him and his career as a classical pianist. War, his older brother's best friend, is a sharp-tongued, violent street-hardened man who sees Mace as a liability and isn't shy about saying so. As misunderstandings and assumptions fade away, the concrete walls of their heart begin to crack, something unexpected and dangerous starts to grow between them. Mace thinks War is a cruel and violent thug. War thinks Mace is a crazed entitled brat . they both find themselves understanding one another, more then anyone else ever could, including themselves.

Sticking two hot heads who've had it out for each other since day one didn't seem smart. But yet that's exactly what happens. Roman and Will didn't "click" together, the closest they were to having something in common was their swim team and their need to prove each other wrong. This is why they are given an ultimatum: They can give up their swimming scholarships or go to a beach house to mend their relationship. It was simple, they have to spend two months together. No communication with anybody else. Bonding exercises everyday. And absolutely no fighting for two months. Who knows what will come out of this? *** Cover art is "Rolling Muscles, Lapping Waves" by Gabriel Garbow

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

Jaylen and Kavari are married. Oh, and they're parents.

☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧☙❦❧ 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡.

" 𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮" 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨💋

"all the opp hoes sad cause he got shot & i got rich." a story heavily inspired by my oneshots "chances" & " love & war " from my book, hallucinating.

"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦."

𝐢'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢'𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧' 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐱𝐛

roll some blunts and hit her once, now she need me. | GAY SHORT-STORIES.