Ever since an event known as the Disaster, monsters and mayhem rule the world. There are those lucky enough to live inside the Fence, while those who don't, are treated little better than the beasts that they fear.

(SEQUEL TO HATING GRAYSON) In the second instalment of The Hating Series, Dallas and Grayson's love story continues as they both start off at college.

Dallas hates his brother's best friend, Grayson Scott. He's annoying, rude and always makes fun of him for no reason. But everything changes when they share a drunken kiss... (BoyxBoy)

"Can-can you h-hold me?" "No," * * * Abandoned at the age of two, Jude grew up in an orphanage-ignored and pushed away for being a male omega. The only thing he craved in his life was the warmth of love that he never got to experience. And like everyone else, Jude too hoped he would have his happily ever after when he finds his mate. But life isn't a fairy tale....

"We shouldn't do this...you're my best friend." "I don't want to be just friends anymore. I want to set our friendship on fire and burn it all." Aiden's heart wars with his head. Hunter has always been his best friend and his safe place. But now, every time he's near his friend, Hunter. Hunter's touch sets him on fire, and that heat is impossible to ignore. On the other hand, Hunter doesn't care. He's done playing it safe. As their friendship teeters on the edge of ruin, Aiden must decide: is the risk of losing Hunter worth the chance of having him completely? Or will the flames they ignite consume them both? Friendship on fire has never been this reckless-or this irresistible.

❝can you stop blasting chase atlantic so damn loudly at 3am?❞ ❝depends, can you stop crying so damn loudly at 3am?❞ 〤 caleb just made the decision to get his own apartment so he could get some time away from his family and live closer to his university as well. however, there seems to be just one problem. every morning at 3am, the boy next door begins to blast his chase atlantic playlist loud enough for the entire colony to hear and it's begun to get on caleb's nerves. 〤 lowercase intended. (completed) . milestones: #1 in MXM - 5/30/2020 #1 in BOYXBOY - 6/1/2020 #1 in BXB - 6/1/2020 #3 in LGBTFICTION - 6/11/2020 #2 in GAY - 6/13/2020 #1 in GAY - 6/15/2020 1M reads - 8/13/2020 #3 in LGBT - 8/17/2020

Short story kinda long chapters . Just a quick warning, I promise you it's not what it seems, the plot twist is something you will never imagine, I want to see you try and guess what will happen , no cheating. Try to guess , I promise you you'll never be able to predict what happens. ___________________________________________ ↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓ When you're a kid normally you'd have a childhood best friend, or a childhood girlfriend or boyfriend or just a childhood friend. But my childhood was different, cause unlike most people I had a childhood enemy, rival. Yeah.... I wish I was kidding but I'm not . Ever since I learned how to walk and talk I was taught to hate this one guy , Damian.

Lincoln Wolf The first vampire to have ever walked the face of the earth. Made to be used as a tool of destruction, bringing about death, chaos, and misery to all who crossed his path. After centuries of following this desolate path, he broke free from the shackles which bounded him, but still doesn't feel truly free. He's experienced every emotion that resembled darkness, never approaching the ones of light. That is until he stumbled up a doe-eyed young man who made him feel the brightest emotion of them all.

「"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫"」 ── ❝ 'You like being hunted, don't you, little thing?' he said. 'You like knowing you drag the fucking monster out of me just by breathing.' ❞ ── Cyril Roosevelt doesn't belong at L'Académie Sainte-Marie-a prestigious Parisian university for the rich and powerful. He's poor. Shy. Soft. The scholarship student that nobody takes seriously. But someone is watching him. He starts getting gifts. Blood red roses with no sender. Handwritten letters calling him his little mouse. Messages from an unknown number that seem to know exactly where he is. Exactly what he's wearing. Exactly how fast his heart is beating. And then there's Deimos King. The mafia prince everyone fears. The monster Cyril can't outrun. But what scares Cyril most isn't Deimos's reputation. It's the way Deimos looks at him. Like he owns him. Like he's been waiting for him. The walls close in when Cyril receives an invitation to a secluded mansion. Masked faces, and a Halloween party that feels more like a trap. 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 has a name. And it's coming for him.

「 "𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞"」 ── My feet slammed into the grass, lungs on fire. Blood slicked my hands. I didn't look back. I knew he was there. ❝ Run, baby, run. Run for your fucking life,❞ he growled. ❝ When I catch you, I'll fuck you.❞ ── 𝓐𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮: I bake bread. I keep my head down. I don't speak. Silence is safer than begging. I learned that with blood in my mouth and my stepbrother's words crawling under my skin. He trades me like a cigarette-lit, used, passed on. People forget me. They walk past and look through. But not him. Aaron Deveraux. Leader of The Reapers. He saw me. It started with roses-anonymous. Then came the late-night shadows outside the bakery. Now, I feel him before I even hear his voice. I try to run. But he likes it when I run. ── 𝓐𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓾𝔁: He smells like flour and fear. And I want both. I call him Little Ghost because he floats through this rotten city like he's not part of it. Mute. Soft. Fragile like glass. I'm gonna crack him open. First time I saw him, I wanted to fuck the sound out of him. Second time, I wanted to ruin his mouth. Now? I just want to keep him shaking. I'm not in love. I'm obsessed. He bakes bread and I break fucking bones. We were never meant to touch. So I'll drag him into my world until he breaks in mine. ──