Genre: Omegaverse, Comedy, Drama, Action, Romance Language: English Synopsis: In a world where power is dictated by instinct, fate is determined at eighteen. Alphas rule, Betas serve, and Omegas endure. Strength, dominance, and submission-these are the foundations of society. Champ has spent his entire life preparing for his awakening, training relentlessly to become an Alpha. He has sculpted his body, dominated the weak, and conditioned his mind to lead. For him, the only path to survival is power, and power belongs to Alphas. He refuses to be anything less. But on the day of his classification, his world shatters. He is not an Alpha. He is not even a Beta. He is something far rarer, far more dangerous. A male Omega. A genetic anomaly feared by the world, hunted by the powerful, and erased before they can disrupt the established order. The moment his truth is exposed, his life is no longer his own. If the government discovers his existence, he will be executed. If the Alphas sense his presence, he will be claimed. But Champ refuses to accept his fate. If the world sees him as prey, he will become a predator. If they try to erase him, he will carve his name into history. If they believe a male Omega can never rule-he will prove them wrong. Because power is not given. It is taken. And Champ will rise-no matter the cost.

They've never kissed before, because that would be a step too far and it would mean they like each other. It was just a random hookup situation, between two guys who started to hate each other as they grew apart. That was the deal between Jessie Summers and Riley Williams. Countless amounts of hookups, endless hatred toward each other, but no kissing since they had no feelings for each other. They both agreed that it was completely causal, with no emotional investment or seriousness between them. At least that's what they thought at first... ~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest rankings: • Bisexual - #1 (21/7/20) • Lgbtfiction - #1 (19/7/20) • Boyxboy - #1 (11/9/20) • Boylove - #1 (14/9/20) • Sports - #1 (20/7/20) • Rivalry - #1 (11/7/20) • Casualsex - #1 (3/7/20) • Dorm - #1 (12/12/20) • Enemieswithbenefits - #1 (26/820) • Gay - #2 (2/9/20( • Lgbt - #5 (31/8/20) • Enemies - #5 (23/9/20) ~~~~~~~~~~~

❝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

Icarus Crane is a fledgling vampire with a feisty, free spirited attitude. He lives with his sire, and leads a peaceful life with his new family. His sire always warned him to never get near a master vampire. They're dangerous and powerful and hold no emotions what so ever. Once you're taken and claimed, by a master vampire you're more valuable than them because you hold their power. Icarus ignores the rules and runs into someone. Someone that decides he's going to make Icarus his own. This story is rated R, and not edited First book in the Supernatural Lovers series Part of a series but can be read as a stand alone

ManxMan | In 1920, when merely being homosexual is punishable by up to life imprisonment under British Law, a young English doctor flees his homeland after nearly steeping his aristocratic family's name in scandal. With a brand new identity he sets off to Canada in hopes of making a life for himself and starting afresh in the Canadian Prairies; in hopes of finding, what they call where he comes from, 'a home from home'. But what will happen when he's greeted at the Calgary railway station by a handsome young Mountie who might just make him risk it all once again...

"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me. "Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure. "With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his. Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered. As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath. Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree. Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell. I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood! He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...

Book one of three in the Project Trilogy MUST BE READ IN ORDER EMERY GRAY: I'm the friend who likes doing cute things for my friends if I notice they aren't mentally doing well. I enjoy making uplifting cards or beaded bracelets just so they can smile. I do this for holidays, too, because I know the holidays can be hard for some. I never knew my friend group was secretly against me the entire time. After overhearing them laugh at my expense, I'm about to walk away. When I turn, I slam right into a very tall wall of muscle that sends me backward before another hand shoots out and catches my elbow before I fall. When I look up, I see them. The infamous Triple-A. Everyone hates them. They don't trust anyone. They're cruel. Those are all things I've heard but never witnessed. After they drag me away from my supposed group of friends, they offer me a safe place with them. I decline. I declined because my brother would have my head if I accepted. If Ellis found out I befriended the group he hated, I wouldn't know what to do. But a member of Triple-A has noticed me. Alaric Benson. The jokester. The class-clown. The one with the amazing hazel eyes that I start getting lost in. No, I can't befriend Triple-A, but the offer becomes harder to resist when I realize how alone I feel. I befriended them, and they started helping me find out who I am. They aren't cruel like everyone believes. Not unless they have to be. So, where did everyone get this idea? Oh, god, someone help me. I don't know how much longer I can resist Alaric Benson. Falling in love with him is a recipe for disaster! Right? If my brother finds out, I don't know what will happen, but I can't resist him anymore. Screw the damage I'll take from the fallout. It's my life, and I need to remember that.

"You're scared of me," he accused. Maybe it was the sleep deprivation kicking in, but I shook my head. "No, I'm scared your blood will stain my couch." He blinked a few times and then a shadow of a smile broke out on his face. "I'll buy you a new one." ... A wife who died a mysterious death and a "my way or the highway" attitude, Manolo Raymond was not to be trusted. Anyone with ties to the underworld knew that, which was why Wesley did what he could to stay out of the mafia prince's path. He had one goal: to finish paying off his debt to Manolo's older brother and then never see their faces again. However, his plans were thrown out the window when he returned home one night to find his house broken into and an injured Manolo Raymond bleeding on his couch, demanding refuge.