Branden and Luke are Juniors in high school soon to be seniors they have a reputation of being horrible to people but dont abuse their power. They want to find their mate the one person who will love them until the end of time Jason Swan is a werewolf who has the worst past, a 18 year old boy can have, he was abandoned at 4 days old, was kicked out of his aunt house at the age of 10 when he came out, and now he runs with a mafia who happens to kill for the hell of it so what happens when he meets the Malone twins who run the rival mafia Let's follow these 3 and their wild adventure to life,love,and happiness This a boyxboyxboy story

Sup, name's Sno. I live a below average life, meaning it's kinda crappy. But hey, I've got some pretty cool things too. Like my best friend Eileen, with her dramatic and outgoing self with her fun pink hair, my adoptive parents are really cool, and my little adoptive sister is adorable too. But being a gay in a fairly small town is what sucks. If you're different in my high school, then you're not worth much. and I was prepared to deal with the crap going on just the way it was. But of course things change when a new guy moves here. And it's not that he's new that draws so much attention. This guy could be a GOD with the way he looks. built, tanned perfectly, in other words a total knock out. But there's something else with him that's just.....different......and I feel like I'm going to find out whether if I want to or not.

The society is dominated by them. They roam the streets, thinking that they own the world. Well, to be honest, they do own the world. We, humans, occupy inferior positions in the society while they hold the important ones. They have the high-powered jobs while the best that humans can do is to get menial jobs. They are gifted with power, wealth, and good-looks, so of course it makes sense if humans must bow down to them. Kiss their feet, worship the ground they walk on, let them do whatever they want with us, the lowly humans. Don't let their crisp suit, their charisma, and their dazzling smile fool you. Behind all of them, there is a monster, lurking and waiting for the right time to pounce. And to top it all, they snatch away anyone that they like, whether it's a girl or a boy, and stake a claim on that poor person in the most barbaric way. They bite them, and lock them away from other people. Other people think that it is okay for them to do that as they are the ones who keep our society from falling apart. They are the ones that bring peace in the world. So it's okay for them to basically kidnap a human as an exchange for the 'effort' that they give to save humans from destruction. At least that's what they think. And unlike other humans, I'm going to change that. This is a boyxboy story, so don't like, don't read

Aleister Blackwell, multi-millionaire, recently divorced, and owner of one of the biggest law firms, is having a good time. Everything is great in his life. That is until a 17 year old boy named Nathaniel Adams shows up in his life and turns everything around. Sarcastic Nate Adams gets suspended from school for 2 days after punching school bully. His mom brings Nate to work one day to give Nate a glimpse of the real world but what happens when Nate meets Mr. Aleister Blackwell. Will his life be changed forever?

Dan is forced to accompany his friends to the local strip club he walks by every morning. But he soon figures out that his shy character isn't made for something like that. While others would be thrilled to get a lap dance from a hot guy, Dan feels extremely uncomfortable and when he gets turned on by it he's ready to run away. But what happens when he bumps into the stripper on his way to his friends? ---- "The cold wind wraps itself around my body and goose bumps appear on my exposed arms. A line of at least a hundred people flows around the corner of the street and they're all here for the same reason; getting a lap dance from an amazingly attractive guy, or girl. Bill, Conner, Cas and Frank stand in front of me, all four with big smiles on their faces. They are ready to walk inside that building and have some stranger grind onto their laps and leave them hanging just when they have a raging boner. The excitement is clear on their faces."

Twenty-two year old nursing student Tobi Knight is thrown in a loop after esteemed fashion mogul Ms. Larissa Bijou stumbles upon him working behind the register of a cafe. Larissa is more than enthralled to discover the devastatingly handsome, adventurous, and ardent-hearted young man during her obligatory coffee break -- the 'perfect fit', as she describes him, for her newest, most daring photoshoot. She's quick to reach a perfectly manicured hand inside her leather designer bag and hand Tobi a card -- a business card for a nationally established modeling agency, Washington Models. Unmistakably, it's a job offer. Taken aback by Ms. Bijou's staggering offer (and ceaseless pleading), Tobi is hesitant. How does a devoted 'murse'-in-training (male nurse) with a knack for physical pursuits qualify as the next face for a fashion spread? Surely Tobi is aware that no amount of medical expertise or athletic endurance will grace him with the necessary aesthetics of fashion and modeling. More important, will he even get along with this 'Toni' De Luca that Ms. Larissa says will be his future partner? Who the hell is this guy anyway? And what did Tobi just get himself into? His mind is reeling with curiosity.

He isn't strict But he isn't easy He gives every student in his class one rule to follow, and one rule only Don't be late to his class Now, let's see who'll follow the rule and who'll disobey it once class is in session And what happens once that one student disobeys his rule? That's what he's dying to find out himself

While leaving his friend's apartment at night, Jesse sees a gorgeous man getting kicked out of a woman's apartment in nothing but his underwear! Jesse leaves that night thinking of him as nothing but playboy scum but what'll happen when he finds out that man's his new English teacher?

"I'm back bitches!!!" I used to be late to his class all the time back then. I'd love to see the fire behind his green eyes whenever they landed on me. And when he said those two words that lit me up like a pack of fireworks, I did everything in my will to get him. Now that I've got him, I'm never letting him go. "Mr. Smith?" My eyes instantly snapped up to meet those same green orbs that narrowed at me in suspicion. "Yes?" He eyed me for awhile and checked the clock on the wall that hung above the door. Smirking to himself, he stood up from his seat and approached me until he was towering right over me. "You're Early." Sequel to You're Late

BOOK ONE Coming out was supposed to set Julian free. Instead, it left him with a broken arm, a mother who won't stop preaching, and a silence that grows heavier every day. High school feels like a cage, and Julian is certain he doesn't belong anywhere-until Paul crashes into his world. With his inked skin, effortless charm, and a following that makes him untouchable, Paul should be the last person Julian lets close. But in Paul's arms, Julian feels something he's never known before: safe. As their connection deepens, so does the danger. Loving Paul means risking exposure, rejection, and heartbreak all over again. Worse, it means facing the cruelest voice of all-the one inside Julian's own head. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Open is a story about first love, first heartbreak, and finding the courage to believe you're worthy of both. ::: I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted. And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently. Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay." Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears. And I felt at ease.