It's Ray's turn to shine. She lives in a house with eight guys. She's been getting incredibly passionate letters - supposedly from her boyfriend. There will be surfers, smoothies, words to make you swoon, and most likely some broken hearts. And sunshine. Because this is Paradise. This story is part of the 2020 Reading Challenge #WP2020. To find out how to participate and win prizes, check out: https://www.wattpad.com/story/229978186-summer-reading-challenge-wp2020

What do you do when you hold the highest office in the United States of America, a widower with two teenage children, a politician who is entering his second term as President of the United States, and a man who is slowly crumbling inside under the strain and pressure of his demanding and the most closely scrutinized job in the world? What do you do when your most trusted Secret Service Agent retires and he is replaced by a man so deliciously beautiful, but yet so unapologetically controlling that he awakens that secret, hidden part of your sexuality that you have kept dormant within you? You know that secret part of yourself that you've spent a lifetime repressing to become who your parents have expected you to be. Someone please explain, how are you suppose to hide these intense feelings of attraction? How do you tamper down the mind altering lust, and ignore this basic primal need for this intrusive Alpha male when all you want to do is strip naked, and offer yourself to the man like you're some kind of pagan sacrifice? Even I, the elected leader of the free world can honestly say that I have no answers to any of those questions. There isn't an advisory council created who can handle this issue, and I didn't have the courage to even attempt to create one. The true question is, will I be able to throw all caution into the winds and chase my own happiness, or will the needs of my country, my family, and my office once again come before my heart? Read on to find out.

Riku has never had a good life, as cliche as it sounded he was hated by his pack and family, shunned for being a black omega carrier as well as adopted. He remembers nothing happy, all he knows is sex and violence. The pack use him as a human toilet, a breeder and nothing more. Riku knows his fate is inevitable but he still prays that there is someone that will think him different. Someone who sees him, as a person, not as a breeder.

Christmas is on its way, and when Renie, Roux, and Jason discover that their boyfriends don't really celebrate it, they each become determined to find their own ways of bringing a little Christmas magic to Belle Morte.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!" Iris murmured lowly as she threw the stick that held her new found destiny towards the ground. Was this real? How could this even happen? Was she dreaming again? What the hell was going on?! She was pregnant. She. Was. Freaking. Pregnant... But how?! How could a definite dream spin such a realistic reality? The dreams had felt so real but she knew they had to have been fake because... Because there was no way it could have happened. It was as simple as that. There was no way she had slept with Eric Havok. Absolutely no way; it was just a dream. But then how did she end up pregnant?! He was the only person she could think of that had touched her... But only in her dreams, right? Iris couldn't tell what was real anymore! Because if he truly was the father like she thought, then that would also have to mean that he had glowed that night; his entire body. He had lit up like a Christmas tree and spoken in a language she'd never heard. No man does that after sex, right? More tears poured down her face as she collapsed backwards on the bed, her mind replaying the first dream from vivid memory... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Read to find out more! Just a F.Y.I the Mature chapters don't kick in until chapter 30（＾ｖ＾）

"You make me want to keep dancing, even when the music stops." • • • Ever since her father died of a stroke while she was dancing for him, Fiona has been afraid to dance in front of others. She closed up her talent behind locked doors and only dared to dance to the mirror; There was nobody she could hurt when she was alone. So what happens when the mirror suddenly reveals another person that catches her as she's about to lose footage in a pirouette? Someone who dares her to dance with him, to step outside her comfort zone. Life-happy Adam sees a lost but gifted girl, afraid to show her talent. Her life has been standing still for so long, she's turned into a dancer without movement. So what does he make her do? He makes her pirouette.

Lucian's life is bland and grey. He has a normal job, normal friends and a normal relationship, but he's not attracted to normality, he wants chaos, he wants the rush of adrenaline from taking risks, and that's what he gets when he meets Cedric and Elijah, the boys who will paint his world with a kaleidoscope of colors.

!! This book is incredibly old and unfinished. !! Ashton Carter is a good boy by all rights. He'd never acted out, or disobeyed his parents. But then Blake Reynolds moves in next door, and Ashton finds himself drawn to the older man like a magnet. Blake Reynolds, after thirty seven years living in the same small town, decides to move to a new city when his father dies, leaving him all of his money. What Blake didn't expect was the gorgeous, innocent eighteen-year-old boy next door to catch his eye. Nor did he expect the boy to tease him relentlessly. But surely the age gap is enough to prevent the couple from becoming more... right? After Puzzle, Blake's best friends son, moves in with Blake and Ashton is around him a lot and gets to know him things get all the more complicated because Ashton finds himself attracted to Puzzle as well. He doesn't know how to feel because on one hand he's fully in love with Blake, but on the other hand, he feels an undeniable desire to get closer to Puzzle, and he can't help but be attracted to him. He's thoroughly confused and doesn't know what to do... until Blake makes a suggestion that is too tempting to pass up. (A polyamory story.) #165 in gay #18 in wattpride #2 in ManxBoy #64 in boyxboy #5 in LGBT Copyright © 2017 by Prince Anonomous (Alexander) All rights reserved.

I sat behind the couch, scrunched in a fetal position, hiding from the sliver of sun which managed to squeeze its way out from behind the drapes. My tormentor. Once a beloved friend, now it holds me captive behind this couch with nothing to keep me company but some cobwebs and fuzzy dust-bunnies. My newly improved eyes spotted a small, dark colored circular disk amongst the shag carpet. Slowly I eased my way over to it. Score! It's a brown M&M. Popping the tiny sweet treat into my mouth, I carefully chewed...trying not to puncture my lips with my freshly acquired fangs. I smiled. Today is looking up.

In a world where vampires feed from other vampires and males dominate females... there is but one precious thing left in their world which every vampire craves... A Mihr. Dohmenic is the Dralan - the King - of all vampires, and survives purely on clean blood; The blood of a Mihr, a virgin. Without a Dralaq, a Queen, he has to feed from Mihrs to ensure the continuation of his pure blood and the claim to the throne. But the times are dire; Mihrs are becoming rarer and rarer each day, and so the Dralan is slowly fading from bloodthirst. He desperately needs a Mihr to feed. Leyla is a Mihr. She is one of the few that is left in the world ruled by hungry, savage male vampires and she intends to stay that way. In hiding from the frenzied males, she ends up in the one place that should have been her only safe haven in the world; The Dralan's castle. Disguising herself as a Kischmir (a servant), she pretends she is but a mere commoner whose blood is not the purest kind in the kingdom. But when the Dralan nearly dies from cruel thirst, her blood is all that can save him. To be a Mihr means you can't be bedded by a male, otherwise your blood will be tainted. But as things grow heated between the Dralan and Leyla, will Dohmenic be able to keep his hands off her? After all, we always want what we can't have...