Bradley Dullen is a maid at wast hold manner. 12 years ago, the master James Brock took him and his mother in from the streets. When Bradley's mother died, My Brock made a promise that he would protect Bradley with all his power. Now, Bradley has no idea how to say thank you to his Master, but James has a good one.

The teacher got up to open the door and who there was shocked me completely. There was the headmaster holding my little brother's Zac's hand. His eyes roamed around the class until his eyes locked with mine, since I was at the back row. His eyes light up and he dropped the headmaster's hand. "Daddy!" He shouted and ran towards me. The whole class gasped and watched my little brother run towards me. You may wonder why he called me daddy, but that's a story for another. I swear I even heard someone growl, but I decided to ignore it and dropped to my knees on the floor and opened my arms for Zac. I grinned as Zac jumped in to my arms. I caught him and spun him around as he giggled. Practically all the girls were aww'ing to us and even few guys, I swear. Friendship, betrayal, secrets and love. I suck at descriptions, just give this story a chance! And if you don't like boyxboy stories, I suggest you find another story to read!

Max, diagnosed with anorexic and bulimic tendencies, is just beyond excited to finally leave the clutches of his overbearing, overly religious mother and her hateful ways; however, Max isn't given any time to rejoice in his new freedom because he has done little more than trade one prison for another. "Welcome to the Trenton Live-in Clinic," she says, but to Max, he hears, "Welcome to The Skinny Boy House where the skinny boys tell their tales." Within the walls of the clinic, Max finds himself placed in the middle of a group of boys who all share a similar story. Only time will tell if Max will be able to work toward becoming healthy and possibly find love and acceptance; however, with a darkness constantly looming overhead, the threat of succumbing to his illness and losing the battle over his life is all too real.

Alickzander Sanderson is your normal 17-year-old boy, well that is till he finds out that his father is the number one mafia boss of Russia and part of America. What is he to do when said man decides that it would be best for him to come to Russia for an arranged marriage. Can he really do this, go to Russia, marry someone he doesn't know, and willingly. boyxboy

My name is Caden Michaels. I've been kidnapped by someone who had been stalking me for 5 years, and I had no idea I was being stalked. What will happen to Caden when he is taken one night while working by his stalker of five years? He has no friends. The only person that he talks to is his Aunt and they aren't even that close. Will there be anyone to look for him? Will he want them to? Read and go through this adventure with Caden, because that's what it is to him. A 21 year old in a small town with no friends. This is the biggest adventure of his life that might leave someone dead.

[WARNING there is BOYXBOY action in this story so if you don't like it DON'T READ IT!] It's been five years since Connor moved in with Caleb and Avery as their adopted son. Since then Connor has been surrounded by people who hate him for something he didn't do, they cleverly hide it from their Alpha's but give no such courtesy to him. After being abused almost his whole life he was happy that Caleb had come along and saved him from that fate. He hoped for a fresh start with his new family but the Spirits were never merciful to him for long. He loved Avery and Caleb and because of that reason is why he's puts up with this ostracism and stayed in the Sky Raven pack this long. But once again Connor secretly longed for another savior to come along and take him from the ridiculously ignorant people of this world. But in a bizarre twist of fate all his earlier problems seem to fade in the background when he happens upon the one person he thought he's never encounter, followed by a couple of interesting and strange new friends who come along the way; his mundane world is quickly turned inside out and he suddenly found himself having to do the saving instead of being the one who's saved

It was pitch black outside, the only light came from the lantern at the front of the coach, bobbing crazily over the road. The coach picked up speed again, and Jonathan remained at the window, waiting to catch a glimpse of Castle Blackstone, the place that would be his home for the next six years. Romance / Historical / LGBT

King Dorian has a bloody past, and young Dryston just got pulled into it. Copywrite Warning.

"Careful human." The...thing said in a concerned voice. "W-What are you, what d-do you want?" I shakily asked him, curling up my body protecting myself. "Shh human don't be afraid. You are my mate." What is a mate? Why did he bring me here? Who is he? Why is he looking at me like that? From the distance I put between us I could admire him more, and his tail. He really is beautiful. It was a deep teal green colour with gold and blue blended in with it that reminded me of his eyes. He was holding himself up with his arms looking at me curiously, head slightly bent to the side and all. "What are you, what do you want?" I asked slowly, my heartbeat had almost reduced to normal again but I was feeling a strange pull towards the creature in front of me. "I am a Merman and you are my mate." His voice was deep and sounded like music the way he spoke. But mate? "Mate?" I asked hoping to find out the way in which he directed this word. "My love," he paused looking into my hazel eyes. "Come closer human you are beautiful...and mine."

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.