Tre and Christian were so used to hating each other that as their love grew for one another, so did their hate for one another. Will their love suffice in the face of their hate? started: november 2, 2025

This is my very first book and this is very GAY I hope you guys enjoy!

"Lundon." "Sy'aire." They knew after this, nothing would ever be the same. And honestly? They didn't care. They'd face it together. Look the world in the eyes and say- So what if it's wrong? - - - - - This some gay shii.

he saved me and i saved him📚 Read to find out!!

"𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘪𝘵' 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮"

Jules 18 who stims when overwhelmed - tapping his fingers against his thighs, adjusting his glasses even when they don't need it. His anxiety runs deep, and he overthinks every word he says. People at school call him weird, but what they don't see is the sharpness under the quiet. Jules sees things. Patterns. Behaviors. Warnings. And yet, he ignores them when it comes to Caius There's something about being wanted - being watched - that feels like a kind of love he's never had. Caius looks like a ghost in human skin - pale, lithe, always dressed in black like he's mourning something only he remembers. His eyes are sharp and oddly colorless, a shade between storm-gray and silver, unreadable and unblinking. People don't speak to Caius. Behind that calm, distant mask is a mind fractured by trauma and illness. Diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder, Caius has no empathy, but he does feel - in strange, obsessive ways. His love is possessive, dangerous, and unwavering. The moment he sees Jules- soft, sweet Jules - he chooses him. "𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙄 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚"

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗑𝖻𝗅𝖾

"𝐈𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐀 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭...𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭." •MPREG•

He really out here layin all up on a nigga whose shoes leanin'...embarrassing.

One hotbox. One secret. Two boys who swore they were straight-until the smoke started messing with more than just their heads. Nic parties hard and lives louder, chasing highs and avoiding anything that feels too real. KT stays lowkey and unreadable, carrying a past he never talks about. They're nothing alike-but something clicks when they end up hotboxing in Nic's car at a random party. It was supposed to be just a vibe. But the more nights they spend together-talking, laughing, sharing things they shouldn't-the harder it gets to ignore the tension in the air. Glances last too long. Touches get bolder. And suddenly, nothing about being "just friends" feels right anymore. They've never looked at a guy like this before. Then again... they've never met someone like each other.