Arrested for a crime he didn't commit, eighteen year old Riley Parker is thrown into a maximum security prison to carry out his sentence. He expected a cold hard life, filled with danger and uncertainty, what he didn't expect was his cell mate Nathaniel Grayson; he was gorgeous and more than a little frightening but Riley soon finds himself feeling much more than attraction for this hard man, only, you can't fall in love in prison..can you? ALL NAMES,PLACES etc USED IN THIS NOVEL ARE PURELY FICTIONAL. NB: NOT YOUR AVERAGE PRISON SETTING. THIS NOVEL HAS BEEN PUBLISHED and is now AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE at select online stores (links on my profile). Cover design by: Ally_the_Secret Ninja

Have you ever met a rich family? The kind from the movies. You know with the enormous house and expensive cars and the extended driveway that has a fancy fountain? What about a rich boy? The kind from the big screen with the perfect hair who happens to be the owner and driver of a luxurious sports car, and a smile that makes your heart melt. Have you ever wondered if they actually have any flaws? Are they really that perfect? The life of a rich teenage boy is something most people envy, but perhaps it's not what it seems. Maybe the boy from the novels isn't perfect. Maybe the boy from the movies only shows what he's supposed to. Maybe his life is just a facade. The boy from the movies could be Will Lockwood, living the life most people dream of, surrounded by the type of people everyone just simply adores. However, the boy from the big screen may find himself living a not so perfect life when something, or someone, changes everything. Or Where rich boy Will Lockwood is the youngest of three brothers and happens to find himself in a tricky situation when he meets his oldest brother's best friend, Parker Hayes. COMPLETED #1 Gayfiction 04/02/21 #2 Boyxboy 12/10/21 #1 Gay 10/06/21

"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)

Caleb and Hailey hated each other's guts as long as they could remember. But who knew hating someone with burning passion was going to make sex with your enemy the best sex ever?

"𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾." Tara O'brian's life is going on forever, and yet it just started. With parents that don't seem to care, and picked fingers behind her back, her stomach twists as she realizes that she's all alone starting a new school. The stars in her eyes quickly allign as she meets a hot headed boy, with blonde messy hair and the face of a statue, she's willing to go through whatever comes her way, as long as he sticks by her. Tadgh Lynch has her heart after all. ♡══════════════♡══════════════♡ Tadgh Lynch has been through hell and back, with fire in his heart and trauma in his chest, he can't seem to find the point. After surviving Teddy Lynch, he locks himself away, his hard shell only barricading himself further and further. That is until a certain girl turns his life right-side up, giving him purpose for as long as she stays behind him, protecting him just as he protects her. With her bitter tone and warm presence, he slowly starts to heal. But what happens when she discovers his secret, more so what happens when he discovers hers?

When little miss, 'I can do it myself' meets mr 'sit your pretty ass down.' Daniella: Have you ever been so wildly attracted to someone that you can actually feel a connection pulling you to them? Because that's what Patrick Feely was to me. I was entangled in the invisible string that pulled us together and I didn't know how to escape. Patrick: I knew in this moment that the girl stood on the other side of the room will be my undoing, my ruin... and I'm going to savour every fucking second of it. OC x Patrick Feely *Currently, ongoing but a majority of the story is written but just needs editing and publishing. I plan for weekly updates*

Caden Holland. Honest to God - if trouble had a face, it'd be his. Always arguing. Always correcting. Like he's convinced he's the smartest lad in the room, even when he's talking pure shite. He's got those eyes - dark, quiet, watching everything but never giving anything back. You'd swear he's judging you for breathing wrong. And people talk, don't they? Junkie. Dealer. Bad news. All whispered, but loud enough so you know exactly who they're on about. So I've promised myself one thing: stay away. No smiles. No chats. No pity. Because lads like him drag storms behind them - and you don't even realise you're drowning until you're already under. He's dangerous. Not the loud, show-off kind. The quiet kind. The kind that makes you feel seen and threatened all at once. And I swear on my life - I'm not getting pulled into whatever darkness follows Caden Holland around. *** Mallory Lynch. The name alone sits wrong in my mouth, like something sour. Daughter of the man who put my da behind bars - that's what I was raised on. Fact, not feeling. She doesn't look like danger. That's the trick. She laughs too easily, tilts her head when she listens, pretends she doesn't see the way rooms shift when she walks in. There's a crack in her somewhere. You can hear it if you listen past the cool-girl act. A quiet panic. Secrets rattling around behind her ribs. My plan? Simple. Keep my head. Stay patient. People like her eventually show you who they really are. And when she does - when the truth cracks wide open - I'll be there to watch the Lynch name drop lower than ours ever did. Not out of anger. Out of balance. Because Mallory Lynch smiles like she has nothing to hide - and I know for a fact she's hiding everything.

Finn Gibson. Number seven on the rugby team. A gentleman, proper like. Always opening doors and saying things like "after you" and "you alright there?" in this soft voice that somehow makes you feel seen. He's funny too - not the show-off type of funny, more the kind where you're halfway through laughing before you realise it was even a joke. Real clever wit, quiet like. It's not fair, honestly. And he drums, like actually properly drums, not just tapping out rhythms on the school desk like every other lad in Tommen. He's in a band and all. Do I like him? Yeah. I like him loads. More than I should. But this isn't that kind of story. I come from a house where everything's heavy. Where things crack and break and no one says sorry. Where nice things don't last, and if you want something - really want something - it gets used against you. You don't let your heart out in a place like mine. You learn to nod and keep quiet and do what Da says, even when you hate it, even when it's wrong. That's just how it is. So when Finn looks at me like I matter - really, properly matter - I want to believe it. I want to tell him I think about him when I fall asleep. So yeah. I like Finn Gibson. But liking someone like him... it feels like trying to hold light in your hand. Beautiful. Impossible. *** Mina O'Neill. Jesus, I don't even know where to start with her. She's the most beautiful human being I've ever seen in my life, and I mean that with my whole chest. She moves like she doesn't even touch the ground. A ballerina, and not the stuck-up kind either. She's always working, always rehearsing, and when she talks about dance, it's like watching someone light up from the inside. And me? I'm just... me. Watching her from the side of things. Hoping. I think she knows. I know she knows. She's not daft. But there's something holding her back. I don't know what. Maybe it's me. Maybe it's something in her life I don't see. But I'm not giving up.

Mike Biggs-the most handsome boy in Tommen. Bit of a gentleman, but he knows how to shut people up when needed. Never thought we'd be close, but after what happened with Sinead-his little sister and my best friend-things shifted. Do I like it? Can't say for sure. He's different when it's just the two of us. Softer. Kinder. But right now, I don't have time for love. I need to focus on becoming like my ma, playing in the orchestra. That's what matters. Not Mike Biggs and whatever this is between us... right? Bridget Feely-shy, sweet, and has this quiet kind of beauty that sneaks up on you. We've been friends for a while, and maybe-just maybe-I've thought about her as more than that. But I never let myself dwell on it. Until I heard her play the violin. Christ, I had no idea she could play like that. Now? Now I can't stop thinking about her. The way she looks when she plays, the way the music seems to carry her somewhere else. And just like that, I'm completely gone for the girl.

you fell hard I thought 'good riddance' 2nd generation / BOYS OF TOMMEN [1]