For years, Silas Blackwood has shared his life with an anonymous online friend he has never seen, never met, and never stopped trusting. Then an international tattoo competition in Las Vegas brings him face to face with Victor Acosta: his most dangerous rival and the identical twin of his boyfriend. Victor and Silas should make no sense together. One is silence, the other noise. One holds back, the other throws himself headfirst into everything. Still, they understand each other better than anyone else ever has. Now they're competing for the same title while Victor struggles to hide an obsession with Silas that began years before they ever met. The truth has the power to break them beyond repair, or bind them together for good. Because Victor Acosta is now both Silas's greatest rival, and the anonymous friend who's been on the other side of the screen all these years. 🥇#1 - slowburn 🥇#1 - queer 🥇#1 - switch 🥇#1 - mmromance 🥇#1 - yearning 🥇#1 - twins

"I fucking hate you." "You shouldn't really say things like that when my dick is up your ass, Norris." Two hot-headed athletes with overflowing rage and unwinding sex drive is very much never a good combo. Bryce and Ian never see eye to eye on things. Despite being caged in the same group of friends in the same swimming team of the - yes, you guessed it - same high school, the star swimmers of Norton High hadn't exactly made good first impressions to each other on the ill-fated day they met, and let's just say things spiraled horribly from there. The two rage-fueled boys always thought that they're in this feud for the long haul until one argument escalated into something that at no point in any of their lives would they allow to happen if only they did not get a little too out of control. Sex. There's a thin line between love and hate, and Bryce and Ian's barrier just keeps getting thinner and thinner. A.K.A. Bryce and Ian were fuckbuddies... up until they weren't. Status: Editing #1 in wattpride (10/03/20) #1 in bl (10/09/20) #1 in lgbtq (08/02/21) #1 in writtenwithpride (12/26/21)

[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)

Gio and Rava promised to ride or die. Now they're learning how to raise a family, a new home, and each other. They survived the streets. Raising two tiny humans won't kill them. Probably. ______ Snapshots from the life they never thought they'd get to have! ( + Noah & Marco scenes ✨ )

Rava Weston is the definition of the ideal son. He follows the rules, smiles when he should, and never causes trouble. His future is laid out-while he has just enough space to secretly chase his own quiet dreams of becoming a teacher, so long as he plays the role his parents expect. But when he's forced to attend a family summit back in Italy, everything starts to unravel. Because Gio Fontana will be there. Gio is reckless, magnetic, too rich for his own good. He's got cops who know him by name, and NOT because they're friends. His motorcycle is his greatest love, and rules don't seem to apply to him. He has a reputation that makes fathers lock their doors. Especially Rava's father. Rava and Gio, never got along. But this time, the tension feels like hunger more than hate. And as the days stretch on, Rava's perfectly safe world starts to slip through his fingers, because what's building between him and Gio is forbidden. Not just risky. And it might be the first real thing Rava's ever felt. 🥇 #1 - gay 🥇 #1 - rivals 🥇 #1 - enemiestolovers 🥇 #1 - forbiddenlove 🥇 #1 - lgbtfiction 🥇 #1 - bxb 🥇 #1 - bl 🥇 #1 - bxblove 🥇 #1 - boyxboy 🥇 #1 - biker 🥇 #1 - Italy 🥇 #1 - denial 🥇 #1 - angst 🥇 #1 - gaylove 🥇 #1 - gayfiction 🥇 #1 - fluffy 🥇 #1 - mxm 🥇 #1 - bisexual 🥇 #1 - gaycouple 🥇 #1 - love 🥇 #1 - mlm 🥇 #1 - funny 🥇 #1 - obsession 🥇 #1 - lgbtromance 🥇 #1 - traveling 🥇 #1 - fatalattraction 🥇 #1 - grumpyxsunshine 🥇 #1 - slowburn 🥇 #1 - queer Also available on Amazon, physical + Kindle version with extra spicy scenes ✨

{𝘉𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠} Ria Romano knew hurt like the back of her hand. She was dealt her fair share of bad cards, more than anyone so young should have to face. A cynical girl riddled with the remnants of her past, a shattered sort of soul. She concealed like it was second nature; her instinct being to suppress. She'd offer you a cigarette with a shrug while you were crying because she never was too great with affection. She didn't smile so often but when she did and it was directed at you, you'd never feel such satisfaction. I was told Aria preferred to be alone, isolated; clouding her mind with inhales of her cigarette and drowning it in alcohol. Until she was dealt her good card, out of the pack of bad. They had a love beautiful enough to last a lifetime, the type directors desire to capture and authors aspire to write. Two souls, shattered by the cruelty of the world time and time again with flames that rekindled each others. They were each other's oxygen. They breathed life back into each other, those two insomniacs. <3

They say the hardest battles are the ones fought for alone. That's a lie. The hardest battle is realizing you've gone from needing a hero to survive the day, to finally owning the quiet, terrifying strength it takes to build a future that is not just yours, but ours. We had our ambitions: his on the pitch, mine in the track. We had our timeline, drawn up neatly and logically, ready for the world of grown-ups. But the world laughs at timelines. It laughs when a simple twist of fate changes the whole equation. The craving had been intoxicating. The needing was a lifeline. But this? This was undeniably, completely, mine.

𝙊𝙋𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙄𝘼 𝙇𝙔𝙉𝘾𝙃'S fury was a storm that broke loose the second she saw her sister go down. Without a second thought, she mistook 𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉𝙉𝙔 𝙆𝘼𝙑𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙂𝙃 for the culprit and decided he deserved a dose of his own medicine. Grabbing the rugby ball, she launched it back at him with a force that was all raw, righteous anger. Johnny saw her, and in that moment, the entire world outside of her seemed to fade away. He was a boy who lived and breathed the game, but her sheer intensity pulled his attention off the pitch. It wasn't her body he noticed first, but her eyes-the color of whiskey, sharp and defiant, framed by dark lashes that contrasted with the soft, rebellious pink in her hair. He noticed the way she swallowed hard, as if choking down words she couldn't dare to speak, and the way her jaw tightened before she unleashed a snarky remark at his best friend, Gibsie. He was captivated. But he knew, with a certainty that was both thrilling and terrifying, that girls like her came with a warning label. They were the ones who broke you and then laughed as you bled. Still, a dangerous instinct told him that to let her walk away would be a regret he'd carry forever. ♱ ᴏᴘʜᴇʟɪᴀ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴀꜰꜰᴀɪʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɢ. ꜱʜᴇ ʙɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ! ꜱʜᴇ ᴇᴀᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ! ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ! ♱

Copyright © 2024 by xphoenixo BEAUTIFULLY DESTROYED ELIXIR SERIES | BOOK 1 ××× Everything around her was chaotic. Lights were flickering on and off, casting wild shadows across the room. Sparks flew from broken wires, and the stench of burning plastic filled the air. But through it all, she heard the sound of slow footsteps approaching her. A pair of black boots stepped into her blurry line of vision. She tried to lift her head, but it felt like it weighed a ton. All she could do was lie there, soaked and shaking, staring up at the figure that loomed over her. He crouched down, his cold dark eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of pride. The one who smiled when she screamed. "Finally," he whispered, his voice smooth and calm, like he was congratulating her on passing a test. "My beautiful creation... ready to take on the world." Evelyn's heart pounded in her chest. She wanted to move, to fight, but she was too weak. The power that had burst out of her was gone, leaving her empty and drained. All she could do was glare up at him, her vision fading as exhaustion swallowed her whole. The last thing she saw before the darkness took her was his cruel smile, and she knew - this was far from over. He had won this time. But deep inside her, there was still a spark. And one day, that spark would become a fire that would burn him and all the monsters like him to ash. But for now, all she could do was survive. And wait. Because she has nothing to lose but him?

I had always thought rugby was all I was. That's what I believed defined my worth. Until I met her. From that moment, I found myself searching for her in every little thing I did. Any excuse would do just to be near her. She was in my head and I couldn't shake her-not that I wanted to. I loved her. I craved her. She had been a tough one to get. And even harder to keep.