[BxB | Mature] COMPLETED

A Filipino Boy's love novel written by WinterEnded. After turning twenty-three, Ygan Cameron Villafuente Garcia dove headfirst into everything he'd once avoided: sex, street racing, chain-smoking, partying until dawn. All the bad habits, all at once. He wasn't always like this. But the world had fucked him up so bad that something in his brain just... snapped. He stopped caring. About everything. Fuck his parents' pressure. Fuck his mindless older sibling. Fuck this fucked-up world. At twenty-five, he thought he'd ticked off every sin on his list, until he discovered his unhinged fetish for a masculine bicep locked around his neck. Not just any bicep, though. He craved the touch of a six-foot-three, dangerously gorgeous, mysteriously dominant businessman. And just like that, he live up to his reputation- a full package of God-forsaken, pleasure-chasing trash. But hey...why was it so fucking fun. Especially when he was expensively playing with fire named, Granary Alexander El Tiangco. In a world where desire feels safer than love, Ygan's about to find out what it truly means to burn.

"I trusted you, Nevan. I thought... I thought you cared. But you were just playing with me," Celix whispered, tears streaming down his face as his voice cracked. "You used me... and I'll never forgive you for that,you destroyed my life." I'll never forgive you."......... (this line always haunting him) (Completed 💯)

"Colby?" Avery asks, his voice wavering only slightly. I turn to him, cursing at myself for hesitating, if only for a minute. "Yeah?" "Do you have a crush on me?" My heart shatters, but I can't lie. Not to him. Not about this. "Yes, Avery. I've had a crush on you since that day you got drunk and stumbled into my house. Every time I look at you, I can't help wanting to touch you and craving you." I pause, taking in a shuddering breath. "This doesn't have to change anything. You don't --" He snatches my hands. "You wanna touch me, Colby?" His sudden boldness stops me in my tracks. I nod slowly as he nears my face, his cheek brushing mine. He whispers in my ear, a raspy murmur that sends electric shocks through my entire body. "Do it. I fucking dare you." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Avery Thomas and Colby Beck are best friends; thick as thieves, but polar opposites. Where Avery is energetic and social, Colby is closed off and selects very few people to really know him. Their relationship has always been simply this: best friends. That is, until one drunken night like all of the others; Avery saunters into Colby's house, seeking help in his state. As he assists Avery, Colby realizes that he is beginning to become attracted to him in more ways than best friends should be. *WARNING* Mature sexual scenes and some homophobia. Chapters marked with "M" contain adultery or some sexual interaction between heroines. All scenes have consent, and characters are over 18. Be warned. Your mental health matters. DON'T COPYRIGHT! This is an original work.

21-year-old Dean Clark, an architecture student, is struggling to balance his studies, two jobs, and a relationship that isn't as stable as he'd like. When he decides to find a roommate, the solution comes in the form of Isaac Nabokov, a 24-year-old Russian guy with unshakable confidence, influence, and a past that seems to hold more secrets than he's willing to share. From the very start, Dean's boyfriend and Isaac, seem ready to tear each other apart, and Dean finds himself caught in the middle of a tension that refuses to fade. But Isaac? He thrives on chaos. Especially when he's the one causing it. Dean and Isaac have nothing in common. Dean cannot stand him, and nothing could change that...Right? 🥇 #1 roommate 🥇 #1 manxman 🥇 #1 malexmale 🥇 #1 russianmen 🥇 #1 funny 🥇 #1 yearning 🥇 #1 australia 🥇 #1 gay 🥇 #1 spicy

COMPLETED 🥀Floral Era🥀 This is a Bxb story. So if you don't like it. Just sleep ir read another story. Started: January 27, 2021 He was a song. But he ruined him. He's an angel. But he poisoned him. He loves the devil. So he's in pain. So he changed. Now look what he became. Losing his heart , Was his death. But he found himself, And now the devil's regret. His voice will forever be heard. As things get lured. He has his guitar. Who made him the brightest star. He is the SUPERSTAR.... #1 bxb #1 song #1 mpreg #1 voice #1 win metawin #1 boyslove #2 m2m #3 boyxboy #3 brightwin #4 superstar #8 squad

"Kahit lumuhod ka pa sa libo-libong bubog at lumuha ng dugo. It won't bring back any love I had for you." Nakayuko lang ito at nakaluhod habang hawak-hawak pa rin ang kamay ko. "Do you believe in happy endings?" Tanong ko dito na kanyang ikina angat ng ulo. "I too. I once believed in happy endings but, not anymore not with you."

"Excuse me, sir. I think you may have dropped these?" It was the voice I noticed first. Smooth, a little amused, and low enough to draw me out of myself. Then I saw him. Dirty blonde hair that looked like waves crashing down the sides of his face, and freckles like splattered paint across his fair skin. A silver hoop in his nose, another in his brow, both catching the light. And those eyes... electric blue, staring into my green ones with intensity. - After a heartbreaking loss, Killian has spent two years shielding himself from love, or any human contact really-convinced that no one could ever replace the person he lost. Finn, on the other hand, is caught in the throes of a toxic relationship, knowing he's not getting what he deserves but is too scared to walk away. When their paths cross, the spark is undeniable, but both are hesitant, scared of getting too close. Killian fears the pain of loving and losing again, while Finn's relationship has made him lose hope all together-almost. Will they let their pasts define them, or can they find the courage to bloom together in the wake of their ruins?

BL | CALT SERIES #1 | UNEDITED

Silas Evren Mori has always known who he is - straight, confident, and uninterested in anything outside his lane. But his composed self-cracked when he met him, a guy with a desperate need of money.