I was just a normal boy or so I thought till he came along and ruined everything- But mad everything better

When phcari is scrolling on his new colleges instagram he comes across a potential roommate.

Everything's fun and games until, the real meets the fake. Shows you, what you thought you knew and what you know now. Helps you open your eyes and meet your match.

"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.

🫧 ok sooo btccc jano ( the bttm ) and Jy'Aire ( the top ) its your classic gay mlm but booooo nss ts funny asfc so js tune in😂😂💕 .

where keem finds cam at the darkest place in his life and vows that he won't leave him there.

Elijah Davis is a 17 year old boy, who is 5'0 and intersex and has a hard time making friends, so when his dad told him they were moving he was sad that he had to move away from his only friend Kayson, while at his new house he goes to the mall to shop and look around, what happens when he bumps into his new Mr. Mafia man. (This book is very gay) Please vote 🙏! (Made this book for fun) Also this my first book so pls don't judge. Started this book freshman year so if it's cringey to you bare with me 🙂‍↕️

Dallas and Zymir ain't know it yet, but they needed each other bad. Both of 'em was walkin around with holes in their chest, carryin stuff they ain't know how to put down. Different pain, same weight. They was still strangers to it, still movin like they was on their own. But sooner or later, they was gon' be what the other needed just to breathe again.

In a world that worships certainty and clear lines, two souls find home in the blurred spaces between. One teaches history, quietly carrying the weight of memory. The other builds empires but aches for something real. Their meeting is not thunderous-but a gentle shift, a slow-burning warmth that softens walls built over years. As old wounds stir and forgotten names echo, they learn that love is not loud. It's the silence that stays. The hand that doesn't let go. The smile that says-"I see you, all of you, and I'm still here." A story of tenderness blooming after heartbreak, of laughter in awkward first touches, and of finally letting go of the past-not to forget, but to make space for something true. Because sometimes, the most beautiful love stories aren't perfect. They're simply... beautiful between.

❝𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞.. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ 𝐀 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐲.. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.. 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧." 𝐈 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤. 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. . . . Z'airee was a caretaker at a old people's home and he took care of many patients. The only thing was that it happened to be one of the few nursing in homes in NYC. So many patients wounded up from the hood where many of the patients were from different gangs. Z'airee wasn't supposed to have favorites but he always had this particular one.. Mr. Sinaloa. Heaven was a drug dealer who visited his grandpa, Tyreek Sinaloa everyday. His grandpa was everything that his parents wasn't to him. The trenches of New York was where he came from. All his mom cared about was drugs and his dad walked out on him. He grew up running the streets because his mom was too high one everything to care, with men coming in and out they house. He never had that support system so he was wit older kids for as long as he could remember. So as soon as his grandpa got custody he was good but he always knew he wanted to move out as soon as possible..Or so he thought. EXT