Dies ist eine boyxboy Geschichte. Also, don't like it, don't read it. :) ---- Caleb findet den geschwächten Matt bei seiner morgendlichen Patrouille durch sein Territorium. Durch das mysteriöse weiße Fell und den vertrauten Duft des Werwolfes entschließt er sich, den Bewusstlosen mitzunehmen und vielleicht in sein Rudel aufzunehmen. Ja, sein Rudel. Seine Eltern, der Alpha seines alten Rudels und dessen Gefährtin, hatten nämlich die blendende Idee, ein Rudel zu erschaffen, welches rein aus jungen Werwölfen besteht, damit diese ihren eigenen Weg finden. Das lässt die kleine Gruppe von 15 Wölfen nicht nur schwach aussehen, sondern auch noch naiv, weswegen Calebs Vater einiges zu sagen hat. Und obwohl Caleb unter der strengen Beobachtung seiner Eltern liegt, geht er das Risiko, den Einzelgänger, Matt, aufzunehmen, ein. Nur weiß er zu diesem Zeitpunkt noch nichts von der Überraschung, welche Matt mit sich bringt - von dieser will er nichts wissen.

Sabien, a miller's son, is not entirely happy with his life. Despite his young age he feels miserable most of the time. Can one stranger change it all and turn his whole life over? ...story of unexpected love between two men, one unloved and one unloving.

|LGBT ROMANCE| When Marcus Berkley discovers that he has a secret admirer, he isn't quite too sure how to react. Surely, the affection held won't go unnoticed and surely, it was all meant to be romantic... Maybe this is the timeless romance he had been waiting for..... Yet why did it feel so sinister? This secret admirer is not just any ordinary Admirer. Marcus is in for a killer when he finds out the truth. Sometimes, it's better not to be admired than be admired at all... . . "Kiss Me." Marcus whispered. "Are you sure you want me to kiss you?" The man asked, a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his lips... This moment was the begining of realization, the start of something new, something dangerous, and something Marcus would love, regardless. [Original LGBT Novel by Nic Lachowski] © 2021 by Nic Lachowski. All rights reserved.

My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.

This new organisation, The Gay Project, has come up with a way to prove to people that being gay is not a choice. They picked eight straight different men from different part of the world and took them to an island they own. Of course, the men don't know this but we do. So for survival before help comes, they will be given tasks and be living off the rewards. At first it would be simple because we are giving them time to form a bond before things start to get steamy and very gay. The Gay Project will prove to you audience that in good times and bad, love always finds a way to bring two people together. But will it be able to bring at least two straight men or make all of them gay? I mean, it is a gay project. [May contain scenes with Strong language, Violence and Mature Content. Viewers discretion is advised]

Like any other teenager, I wanted a damn break from school. Well, a murder on campus gave me that break. Sadly (for me, mostly) the murder had to do with my new... "friend": a homicidal, obsessive, cunning, and possessive stalker with an irritating sense of humor. How did I stumble onto the stalker of all stalkers? no. damn. clue. What I do know is that they text me obsessively, kill people around me, and threaten my friends and family if I throw away my phone or tell the cops. Well, they cover the categories of insane, murderous, and annoying, so I'm already screwed. But that doesn't mean I'm going down without a fight.

(boyxboy/manxman/malexmale) Aiden is a 15 year old rogue, not even old enough to have a solid place in a pack yet let alone a mate. What will he do when he is suddenly caught in the middle of hunting in someone else's territory and what do the Northern Tribes know about him that he and his loved ones don't? This story contains boyxboy (Love between two males). Unwanted comments will be removed so please don't be judgemental and enjoy the story for what it's about and not your sexual values. Thank you xx New Cover By FILIPxxx <3

Full version of Second Edition available on Amazon and via Kindle Unlimited. Chris Sinclair fades under a dark cloud after losing his mother to cancer. On the cusp of adulthood, he doesn't know where he should go or how to get there. But watching life pass him by was never the plan, and when he is forced to attend a concert in an attempt to coax him out of his shell, he discovers that life might have more to offer. Dante Heron holds the audience between his delicate bow and the tips of his fingers. He plays the violin as if every heart is his to command, but the discipline needed to perfect his skills has left him with nothing to spare. He's a fire that burns too bright or not at all-unpredictable and demanding. When Chris is unexpectedly offered a job to travel around Europe as Dante's assistant, or 'friend', he surprises himself by accepting. Their journey barely starts before Chris realizes he's in over his head. Every step along the way is fraught with tension, and the farther they go, the closer they veer to a breaking point. Invisible strings are at play, stitched into Dante's life by those who should have taught him how to love. Perhaps Chris is right to be afraid, but sometimes, what you fear the most is what you can't afford to lose.

Jack Nickels is 17 and a senior in high school, he has the looks, the popularity, the girls begging to be his, money, a stable family unit and he was quarterback on the school team. But one night his sister brings home her boyfriend to meet the family and everything changes. Quiet Reed Sparrow never really had any friends, so when he lands the quarterbacks sister, he expected things to change. But no-one could have prepared him for what really happened... Meeting your girlfriend's family was scary, but for Reed talking to Jack Nickels was an even scarier concept. They guy screamed man and oozed testosterone, Reed was a junior but he knew of Jacks notorious streak, everyone did. So when Reeds life starts gravitation around someone it shouldn't he vows not to be seduced, but when the Jack Nickels starts to pay you attention it's extremely hard to say no... (P.S gigolo is meant in the term that a man's thing on the side is his mistress. So a woman's thing on the side doesn't have a name so I'm calling it a gigolo. But I might consider incorporating the gigolo concept into the story :D)

Elliot Spellman wanted to live; he wanted to feel the rush everyone else did. He was tired of being just some kid in the back of the class who went home every night to study in his bedroom. That was how he found himself in an alley, dealing marijuana. He wanted this, he needed this. Not marijuana, but friends, a group, the thrill. Beatle, Mi, Trick, and Whiskey all agree that he can join them in their unlawful behavior (despite how boring his name is). And they all slowly bond, except Elliot seems to bond with Beatle more than the others. Maybe, a little too much. -- There is a second book in this universe with Whiskey as the main character it is called Asymptote --