Elliot Brushwood has no friends at school, and no friends at home either, coming in second to his brother Colby despite being older, unable to focus in school, bullied and side-lined, and too emotional to know how to fight back, it seems as though everything is out of his control. Arran King is the opposite, effortlessly in charge with an unfortunate reputation, a layabout, ruthless, and a murderer... There's nothing Arran dislikes more than weakness. Maybe that's why there was no way the two characters would ever meet. But everything changed when Elliot hit the water, breaking the freezing cold surface of the Lake Ransom, his undue baptism seems to change him forever. Empty to his core, Elliot ventures out at night, to recover the lost bits of his soul. And he might just meet a demon on his way.

[A/N] This is a werecat story. Bxb. Gabriel is probably not the sharpest knife in the kitchen but he knows how to make some money in a tough situation. Crime. It's not really a career so much as a lifestyle, his. It had been a long time since he'd seen anyone in any other way then how much money they carried with them or what sort of lash-backs there might be if he robbed them. One night upon walking home from his brothers flat in Halbern he saw a dark figure wander into the alleyway that happened to be a short cut to his place. The only thing he saw was the glint in the dark. He knew he was tall. He knew even looking from afar the man seemed scary, but he still went for it. Why? Because either way, every man had a neck. Oh no, Gabriel, look what you've done. You've awoken the demon of the underworld, Kerberos. Boy you messed with the wrong man.

Normal was the goal. Fate brought fur and a punchline. Brayden's life is a chaotic mess with the appearance of a broodingly possessive Alpha Damien and one ridiculously inconvenient mate bond later. Lukewarm coffee is out and ancient pack laws are in. Brayden is having none of it, determined to resist this unwanted destiny with a full-scale sarcastic rebellion against this supernatural nonsense. Prepare for a darkly funny rom-com that gleefully claws its way out of the werewolf genre box. While Damien's possessiveness howls 'fated mate', Brayden's inner monologue is a laugh-out-loud revolt against any predetermined bond. His wit is sharp. His mate's teeth are sharper. Who bleeds first in this untamed romance? Excerpt: ''Dude! Let go!'' I yell, my voice muffled by the wall of flesh smashing my face. My one arm was still being held secure in the guy's grip and my other hand is now pinned to my side. Desperate to escape I resort to just wiggling my whole body, thrashing around to try and get loose. Instantly, I'm released and my anger comes back in full force. "You think you can file for harassment over a spilled drink!? Wait until I get a chance to talk to the police because holding me without my consent, against my will is actual harassment!" I yell at the man, trying to straighten my shirt.

Bryan Bartell is the very definition of what you would call an average student! He's never been popular, or overly smart, or even athletic, and he's extremely proud of being that average, well, except for the fact that he's a werewolf! As the Beta's son of the Meadows Pack, it's Bryan's responsibility to help protect his pack and help keep the peace. But what while happen when he finds out that his mate is the lacrosse coach at his high school, but also the Alpha to a rival pack, who has a reputation for being completely cold hearted? Steven Wright, the current Alpha of the Black Mountain Pack, has been ambitious ever since he can remember, and had been trying to make a name for him self in lacrosse, until that fateful day 6 years ago. Now, he really has nothing to look forward to in life anymore, that is until the day he finds that the Wolf Spirits have given him a guy as his mate, and not any guy, but the future Beta of a rival pack. Will Steven mark Bryan as his own and finally have something to look forward to or will he deny himself a happy future in order to protect his heart from fate obliterating it a second time? 2015 © David A Graham

Callum Black. That was Callum's name, his identity, yet he was never called that. His family, his pack, his peers, and just about everybody else called him weak, pathetic, ugly, faggot, worthless. So that had become his identity, not Callum Black. Callum's father was the pack's Beta, and his siblings were the sort that made a strong pack leader proud. Callum had always been a bit of a runt, perhaps enduringly, until it was not anymore, until he was thirteen and decidedly Omega and it was embarrassing. To him, to his father, to his pack. Ryker Adam's was the son of the Alpha, and had everything going for him. He was gonna do great things and make his father proud. He was adored. So when the little, mousy male Omega turned out to be his mate he did not hesitate in remedying that. It was not really surprising; Ryker was Callum's public enemy #1 and the stuff of his nightmares. This was the beginnings of Callum's story. Callum ran. Callum ran into the arms of his found family and himself. And he was definitely not who he thought he was. A cruel twist of fate and the whims of the gods had changed everything. While he was gone the pack was changing too, including the people who had hurt him. Four long years had passed. And Callum was coming home, but he bore no resembles to the boy that had left. This was a man, a monster.

(ManxManxMan+) __________________ Being a lilin demon, an incubus to be exact, was something that Winter had once enjoyed. He was powerful and the sex was great. But now his world was cold and colorless like the season he was named after. He was taught the hard lesson that no one could be trusted. People will stab you in the back the first chance they get. And he accepted it, too tired to put up a fight and falling deeper and deeper into the darkness. When he's sold to a collector after his latest master grows sick of him, he expects nothing to change. But what he finds is the exact opposite. The man, a powerful vampire lord, and his collection of troubled boys show a kindness that Winter hasn't experienced in a long time. They care about the reason behind his scars because they have scars of their own. But there's something more going on behind the walls of Wolfwell Manor, something that sends Winter reeling with power. Can Winter accept the lust that makes his body burn with need knowing that it goes hand-in-hand with love? Or will he allow his own self destruction? _________________ This story is a POLYAMOROUS romance between MULTIPLE MEN. [Trigger Warning]: Rape, self-harm, mental and physical abuse, and other mature themes. This story is copyrighted and is the sole property of GaySensei and is not to be uploaded onto any other site besides Wattpad.

"You're lying." Zavier spoke so low that even he barely heard his words himself. "Huh?" He picked up the volume of his voice this time, "You're lying." "No I'm not." "Okay, so if I was to come this close-" Zavier lifted Isaac's face by his chin and brought his face close to his. "- You would feel nothing." Isaac's nerves began to rise a bit, but maybe it was because of the alcohol that he wasn't terrified, "Yes. Exactly that." He agreed. "Even if our lips-" Zaviers lips brushed his, increasing his heart rate rapidly. It didn't last long, but it was enough to send Isaac's mind into a frenzy. "-brushed like this, you wouldn't feel anything." Isaac couldn't trust his voice, so just nodded, being full aware of the fact his cheeks were most definitely glowing red. "You lie a lot Isaac." Zavier whispered against his lips and leaned closer, making it look like he was about to close the gap. Isaac's eyes closed, expecting a pair of lips to meet his, but he was instead met with a bit of breeze from Zavier leaning backwards. A story where two boys find they have more in common than they'd like to think.

This is Book I of the French Billionaire Series. *-*-*-*-* Grayson Reed has just turned 18 and is sick of his fathers relentless abuse. So what does he do? He runs away. He ends up at a club sidewalk, to tired to keep going. But he knows that a club is not a good place to rest. But before he can get away someone stops him, showing him nothing but kindness. Jean La Boussière, a 26 year old French entrepreneur who owns a multi-billion dollar buisness. He has come to the great city of Los Angeles, California to expand his company. Little did he know that he would meet a charming young boy that he couldn't leave helpless and alone on that club sidewalk. [Cover Made by -dailydose] Read at your own risk! This was my first attempt at a BoyxBoy story and it needs MAJOR editing. !!!!!CRINGIEST STORY YOU WILL EVER READ!!!!!

Every Tuesday during football practice, sixteen year old Sem Bolton finds himself stealing glances at the gorgeous college boy jogging down the path next to the fields. He was his dirty little secret. His guilty pleasure. His unobtainable fantasy: safe and distant on the other side of the chainlink fence. Then, through a series of unpleasant events including being forced on a camping trip, it turns out his unobtainable fantasy is not so unobtainable after all. Not only is gorgeous college boy gay as well, he also wants to date Sem. Now, Sem was never one to play it safe. But outing himself was in a whole different league than testing his mother's patience or taking hits in the boxing ring. Was he really ready to date a guy, all consequences included? As if internal struggles weren't enough, count on girls, friends, and an estranged brother, to complicate stuff even further. Photo on the cover by: https://unsplash.com/@nickkarvounis

I was eating my favourite- sticky chicken wings, when I heard a fierce possessive growl. I thought it was my stomach, possessive over the food, but it wasn't. I knew it wasn't because I heard "you're mine chicken" now at first I was going to shout at him for wanting to steal my chicken but I realise, he was talking to me. I was looking into the eyes of my mate with a piece of chicken in my mouth, how embarrassing. I'm Lainey knight, daughter of Damien and Angel Knight; King and queen of demons. My mate is Izaiha Luciano, son of Alessio and Christine Luciano; King and queen of werewolves. I need a bucket of chicken Highest rank; #96 in werewolf 6/2/17 *book 1* *this book sucks as I've been told so don't read it!