Fame, fortune, respect, reputation. Lavigne's Academy for boys had all of these. Emrys had heard of the overpriced school for the rich and troubled. He had silently mocked it every time it was mentioned. Never did he dream that's where he'd end up. After another incident at his school, his allusive parents decided to send him to the boarding school. He was angry to say the least. The last thing he wanted to do was socialize. Now he was faced with nosy roommates, annoying rivals, and much to his dismay, chemistry. Not with one, but two of the most well known boys in school. Not to mention the fact they hated each other. Or at least that's what everyone says.

What would you do if you met an alien? Stare, obviously. But what if the roles were reversed, and YOU were the alien? Unfortunately for Kade, stares are the least of his concerns. As the only human on Terra, he must dodge the curious hands of Terrans and Carnivores alike and prove his worth as more than a novelty to the Terran King's Royal Inventor. A typical Isekai story, only instead of being hit by Truck-Kun, he gets blown up by a portal. There will be smut, and animalistic behavior. Be wary of drama and heartfelt romance.

Emil Rivers trusts too easily. His friends always told him that. It was easier that way. Easier to smile, to forgive, to ignore the feeling that people only stayed soft until they had the chance to hurt you. So when Ashton Bennet transfers in-soft-spoken, polite, and effortlessly likable, Emil gets involved. Ash fits in too quickly. Says the right things. Smiles at the right moments. And somehow, every time something goes wrong, he ends up looking like the victim. Emil tells himself nothing is wrong with that. Just bad timing. Misunderstandings. Coincidences. Bad luck. Still... something feels off. Until Emil was framed as Offender. That's when he knew something was definitely wrong. The only person who doesn't seem fooled is Daemon Harrington-arrogant, sharp-tongued, way too smooth with words, and the last person Emil wants on his side. Daemon sees things other people don't. Unfortunately, he also sees straight through Emil. What begins as reluctant alliances and dangerous curiosity slowly turns into something far worse: late-night tension, quiet obsession, secrets sharp enough to bleed over, and feelings neither of them know how to survive. Unfortunately, he might be the only one who sees things clearly. What starts as reluctant tolerance turns into something far more complicated, as Emil finds himself caught between a growing sense of unease and a boy he swore he'd never get close to. It becomes harder to tell what's real. And by the time the truth shows itself, it might already be too late. Daemon is trying not to become the kind of person who ruins him. And somewhere between manipulation, grief, revenge, and heartbreak, they forget one important thing: The closer you get to the truth, the harder it becomes to escape it. TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ There's gonna be blood. Trauma. Toxicity. Cursing. Smut. Don't Like Don't Read

~• Gray's thumb slipped down and pulled his bottom lip before resting on his chin. "You're my stepbrother," Luca breathed, trying to hold onto sanity. Trying to fight for a feeling of disgust, guilt, anything. All he could feel was a burning sensation from the inside out, tremors flooding through his body and a pulse between his legs. All he could feel was the ache of his lips that longed to be kissed. He wasn't even sure if he remembered how to, but he wanted Gray's against his. He wanted to taste his saliva and know the smell. His lip quivered at the thought and he bit down on it, doing his best to keep his hooded eyes open. "Then I guess you'll have to keep another secret," Gray's lips brushed his and he sucked in a sharp breath. •~

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

He knew he was blushing; he could feel it. Boy, did he hate that. "I-I never sleep," his eyes darted away for a moment, "maybe I was thinking of all the ways I could bash your face in." Devyn glared at those jade eyes, his lip curling slightly. He pressed their bodies closer, his leg slipping between Lexin's. "If you think-" Devyn's words died from his lips as Lexin nearly whimpered, from both embarrassment and pleasure. Devyn's firm thigh was now pressed against his rock-hard dick, and he had no excuse as to why it was hard. The two stared at each other in a thick silence, Lexin's eyes wide and Devyn's unreadable. "Y-you should-" "Is this why you're up," Devyn's tone began to drop, "couldn't find a good fuck at the party?" Lexin glared and tried his best not to grind his hips forward and release some of the pain. "If I wanted to, I would have," he scowled. "Since when do you come home unsatisfied? We both know you can't keep it in your pants," Devyn's eyes stayed locked on the bruises. "Prick," Lexin hissed. Unable to stop himself, his hips pressed forward this time, his eyebrows pinching together. To his surprise Devyn pushed back. He wasn't gentle about it either as he applied the weight of his muscular thigh onto Lexin's hard on. Devyn's dark eyes flicked to his before he leaned down, brushing his lips on the shell of Lexin's ear. "You want to tell me why you're so hard, princess?" Lexin turned beat red, "Stop calling me that." "That's not an answer," Devyn slid his head down and brushed his lips over the sore hickey. ~'~ WARNING: this book has a choking and biting kink. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

Warning: RWB spoilers ahead. Some say the best love stories often take time. Emery Chernychevsky has had a crush on Cameron Brooks since he can remember. Watching him date different girls all throughout high school was nothing if not pure torture, especially when he knew he didn't stand a chance against any of them. Safe to say, he spent his single years in a long-term ache he did not once divulge to anyone, but even that did not come close to the night Cameron confessed. The night Cameron confessed his undying love for someone else. Realizing that he was hopelessly and irretrievably in love with Cameron wasn't easy, and finding out that Cameron was hopelessly and irretrievably in love with his best friend was no picnic either. Things weren't certainly made better when their friends decided to spend the entire summer holed up together in Blake's summer house, putting Emery's initial plan of getting over Cameron before he starts college into a ten-week-long agonizing pause. Of course, be that as it may, fate has had a nick of testing Emery's patience... as it only gets a little worse━then, a little better━and right back to irremediable worst of worst from there. Spin-off to Rage With Benefits. Can be read as a stand-alone but a number of references will be made from the first book.

"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)