The century's prodigy in music, Eliam Schneider was a successful college student. He was admired by a lot of people, has good grades, and was one of the candidates for the highest position of their batch. As he was about to retire in his home after a long day of study in the public library, he got caught in the middle of a gang fight and was stabbed. "So this is the end? I did not even get to graduate..." he thought. "I don't think I can take it" Someone suddenly said. Eliam's consciousness looked for the source of the sobbing voice. "It hurts to see him getting married to another woman" What the fuck is wrong with this guy? "HEY, I'M IN A DIRE SITUATION RIGHT NOW, AND I THINK I'M ABOUT TO DIE! CAN YOU AT LEAST KEEP YOUR LOVE AFFAIRS TO YOURSELF?" Eliam angrily said. The sobbing continued until the voice faded into nothing. "Perhaps... do you want to continue living on?" The faint voice asked him "OF COURSE I DO, I STILL HAVE TONS OF THINGS I WANNA DO!" He said The sobbing voice became gentle and it laughed at him lightly "Alright then, you can take over my body," the gentle voice said "Huh? what do you mean take over?" "Live life to the fullest for me, that's what I failed to do," the gentle voice said before completely fading into nothing. --- An original novel by the author himself --- Highest Tag Rankings Rank 1 in #Boyxboy Rank 1 in #BL Rank 1 in #Villain Rank 1 in #Isekai Rank 1 in #Reincarnation Rank 1 in #BXB Rank 1 in #Prince Rank 1 in #Reckless Rank 1 in #Development Rank 1 in #Book Rank 1 in #Music Rank 1 in #Magic Rank 1 in #Historical Rank 1 in #Novel Rank 1 in #Comedy Rank 1 in #Tragedy Rank 1 in #Vampire Rank 1 in #Original

[COMPLETED] Oliver Kardos was the General of Bierze and Guardian of the Realms. He had dedicated his life to fighting a thirty-year war in hopes of keeping his family and soldiers safe. However, when his tyrant king had no further use for him, Oliver was stripped of his titles and forced to bear the villainous name "Ghost". Before he was sentenced to die, he found that the war, which claimed countless lives, was merely a distraction so his king could chase a fairytale to grant a selfish wish. Aggrieved, Oliver wished for another chance in life. He was supposed to die. However, instead of death, he found that he was sent back in time before the war began. Determined to change his fate along with the world's, he will make different choices. Old mistakes will be remedied, past regrets will be rewritten, and former enemies will now stand by his side as allies-Including his past life's greatest opponent, General Draco of Rucrea. Sometimes, wishes do come true. ***Contains violence, strong language, and sexual content*** Fantasy|Magic|Male x Male

***This story is Manxman and it is rated R for sexual content! If you are bothered by that then please do not read. I will not tolerate any ignoramous comments about how wrong it is. You have been warned so simply back away slowly or turn and run like hell but do not message me in disgust or complaint if you choose to read and see something you don't want to! **** Will is running from more than just the man who held him prisoner, he is running from the memories, the pain, the knowledge of what he's been made to do and the way he's been used. Running away at night seemed the logical choice until he found himself running straight into a blizzard and realized that he'd die of cold out there alone--but at least he would die free. Turner has all he wants in his sanctuary up in the mountains. His horse, his mule and his trust coonhound, Beaux, are the only company he desires. Three years he'd been alone and tried telling himself that he was content but all that changes the day he finds a dying man in a snow bank. Neither of these men were looking for love but what better way to make fate laugh than to talk about your own plans... and there's just something that happens, some magic in the air, when it's Christmas time, you're fighting attractions and you find yourself snowed in.

Paranormal Romance (Werewolf) You know that movie Jerry Maguire? It's about this sports agent who got fired for suddenly having a conscience. Anyway, there's this very romantic scene by the end of the movie when Jerry made this very heartfelt and passionate declaration to his wife. Those words would melt you into a puddle and make you burst into tears thinking, "I want to have that kind of love!" Well that very sweet scene did not happen on this story, not all of it anyway. Don't get me wrong it was heart wrenching, very much so, and there was a passionate declaration. But instead of saying the oh so loving, oh so sweet and oh so scripted "I love you. You complete me..." like Jerry did in the movie, my 'mate', the other half of my soul and the one who 'completes' me said, "I hate you. I wish you were dead!" He said it with disgust and anger burning in his eyes. He didn't run into my arms like he was supposed to, he ran away from it. But who could blame him? Jerry Maguire was right. We live in a cynical world and we work on a business of tough competitors. Why would my mate want to be with me? He'd be shunned and be forever laughed at. Aside from the fact that I was male, I'm basically useless to him because I'm a werewolf who can't phase. He's an alpha. He could have anyone he wants. And me, well, I'm on the bottom of the pack, the runt of the litter. The council didn't know what to do with me. They couldn't kill me since it could drive my mate insane, even if he didn't want me. I can't kill myself because it would probably have the same effect on him. I have to live but I can't be with my mate and my pack. So I made it easier for everyone, I ran away. I always believed in the saying "Out of sight, out of mind." What I didn't consider was the possibility that they'd come after me and forcefully bring me back.

"I tell the sea secrets. I spill out all the things locked deep inside me that I can't say to anyone else. And I know it listens to me. I can't explain how or why, but it listens and it understands." Seventeen-year-old Lennon has always lived by the water with his eccentric mother in Melwyn Bay. He is inexplicably drawn to the ocean (despite nearly drowning in it many years ago) and often swims out to an offshore grotto so he can talk aloud to the waves. The ocean never judges him for the emotion he keeps bottled up in everyday life. Like the fact he wants to stay in Melwyn Bay rather than leave for University. Or how he doesn't know who is father is or have any idea where he comes from. Or the fact his best friend Keiko seems to have a crush on him, whereas he is much more interested in the cute new boy in town... One emotional evening, as he hides away in the grotto, another teenage boy washes up on the rock, naked and confused. His name is Kye and not only does he seem to recognise Lennon, but he is clutching a note with his home address written on it. Perhaps someone besides the sea has been listening to Lennon all along. Someone from a place beyond his or anyone's wildest imagination. And as Lennon and Kye's two worlds collide, in a most beautiful and dangerous way, nothing will ever be the same again... --- COVER: By-gozi-

Fed up with being picked on, a geeky boy with a big secret hires the school's toughest senior as a bodyguard to protect him from the bullies. Cover by @glynfrans

[Watty Awards 2019 Winner - New Adult!] Damian Ryker is something of a nomad. In his 22 years of life he's moved a grand total of 14 times. But he's here to stay this time, honest. He's already got himself a cushy new job in town and he's exploring the popular local shops, like that coffee shop down the road. It seems nice enough, perhaps a little too hipster for his taste and the barista is awkward, if not the slightest bit weird. But there's something strange about the innocuous café, like-oh I don't know-earthquakes that seem to destroy it every morning before miraculously repairing themselves and leaving him with the only memory of it. And just when that sounded a tad off, things start to get...a little out of this world. ------------ This was my 2017 Nanowrimo story that I couldn't quite fall out of love with. Inspired by the fun and fascinating world of fan fiction AUs, I hope you'll have as much fun with this as I had writing it!

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.

Elliot's partner was his whole world, but after Allan's death, his ghost haunts Elliot's dreams. Everyone tells Elliot to move on, but he isn't sure he can. ***** It's been a year since the love of Elliot's life, Allan, passed away. Everyone thinks he should have recovered after that much time, but Allan still haunts Elliot every night. He struggles to maintain relationships with his family, and despite a coworkers interest he can't summon up the courage to date. Elliot is living for the past, because to live for the present means he'll have to live with a hole in his heart. But the question Elliot has to face chases him through his monotonous days: is mourning Allan with everything he has truly living? [[word count: 40,000-50,000 words]]

One year ago this Halloween, tragedy destroyed life as Chad Timmons knew it. For a year now, he has suppressed the pain and memories. With the anniversary of the incident, everything begins to surface, deepening Chad's despair. He begins to question his sanity as he starts to see things that couldn't possibly be there. How much of it is real? How much merely figments of his fractured heart and mind?