"Can you please stop walking and talk to me." Nick growled when Jordan didn't slow down. Jordan whirled around and glared at Nick. "What do you want me to do Nicholas? Encourage the whole law firm to know that I am your boy toy. When I am clearly NOT." He yelled and searched for his car in the abandoned parking lot. "If I have to claim you like that, I will gladly do it." Nick countered and stalked towards Jordan. Jordan's eyes widened in panic before his car beeped. He made a beeline towards it but before he could open the car door, he was pushed against it. Nick's front moulded against Jordan's writhing back and he grabbed Jordan's hip in a bruising grip. "Let me go, Asshole." Jordan spatted. Nick grabbed Jordan's chin on one hand and turned it to the side to look him in eye. "I may be an asshole but I have something you desperately want." Nick taunted. "You don't." Jordan said, albeit hesitatingly. "I do. But for me to give you those papers, I want an agreement between us that you will do everything I order you to do for a month." "Like hell I will." Jordan sputtered. Nick laughed menacingly. "You will." He said and turned Jordan around so he was flush against his chest. His hard length poking Jordan against his stomach. "Now give me a kiss." Nick ordered. "Fuck no." Jordan yelled but considered about the paper's in Nick's possession. "But you are straight." Jordan conceded at last. "Did I ask you that? I haven't been straight since I saw you." Nick growled and didn't wait for Jordan's permission before crushing his mouth against Jordan's in a bruising kiss. It was long due any way. .... THIS IS A GAY STORY. It has an enemies-to-lovers trope with explicit sex content. So, you have been warned. Now, enjoy!!

They couldn't be more different. Ridley is a knight in shining white armor, so perfect in every way that it makes people hardly able to stand him. Prince Vandel on the other hand (aka the evil demon prince of darkness) is the sworn enemy of the kingdom, obsessed with gaining power and wearing beautiful clothes. The two young men are right out of a fairytale, practically made to be archenemies...but what if they ended up falling in love instead?

Life hasn't treated Jonathan DiLaurentis well. He was abused the first five years of his life by his biological mother, then left on the doorstep of his biological father's front porch. From there he was raised to please the members of his fathers mafia and spread his legs for any of them. At sixteen, he found out that his oldest brother Jason and his mate Klaus were mated to him. They didn't want Jonathan to ruin what they had already; they liked their relationship the way it was. So they used him and left him, moving on with their lives like nothing ever happened. When Jonathan found out that he was pregnant, he quickly tried to hide it. But nothing can be kept a secret from Daniel DiLaurentis. Daniel kicked him out of his pack when he learned that he couldn't spread his legs for his mafia members if he was pregnant. Wandering through the woods and wondering how he and his babies were going to survive, he stumbled upon a pack. But not just any pack. This was a pack full of male rogues that haven't had any sex in a while. What happens when a meek little omega stumbles into their territory? Pregnant or not, they're hungry. And Jonathan might be on the menu. What will happen to Jonathan and his babies? Read and find out... This is my first book and I'm really nervous, so please don't put hate comments. Also, advice would be appreciated if you have any tips to give. WARNING: This book has rape, child abuse, starvation, and other things that may be triggering. Please do not read if you are struggling with your mental health and it might set you back.

It was two years after the war and most of the world was laid to waste, what remained of it was taken over by the gargants an enemy force stronger than any other. What was left of free nations scattered to areas of the globe with little interest to the Gargant force. There were only three free territories left in the world: Helren, Trew, and Balcrew. Most of the armed forces had been eradicated by the enemy forces, only the common folk remain. As the developing free nations struggle for resources the gargant force pushes up against our territory lines. We will strike back...One day.

The darkest hour is incorrectly referenced as being an hour, or sixty minutes long, when in fact the majority of people would agree the darkest hour often references a great chunk of time. My darkest hour began with the first kill in a chain of serial murders. This isn't just any murder story, there is no "final girl" emerging from the fire and blood the killer left in his wake. the past, no matter how hard we try running always comes back to teach us its lessons. I've tried for many years forgetting the blood soaked pavement under the carved bodies of the people I loved. I think about the friends I lost. And how the killer is still out there. As the end approaches I fear that I'll never get the time to tell my story. With death itself breathing down my neck Ill start from the beginning...At the first incident. **** WARNING**** This book contains chapters that younger readers and people who struggle with mental health may find disturbing or triggering. This includes things like written talks about depression and suicide. It is never my intention to make people feel worse and if you are struggling to find resources please reach out or contact the national helpline at (810-662-4357)

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Ah, screw it! I'm not your dog, not your whore, and certainly not your lover. I'm Prof. Steve Finley. I teach English Lit to snot-nosed students. I'm a failed writer - those who cannot do, teach. Don't give me that look, Jack. You're a shady gangster and you don't know anything about writing or about me... Stop hiding my clothes. Stop leaving me notes with orders. Stop being so adorable when you're supposed to be the bad guy. We're in this messed up situation because of you. You're the jerk here, aren't you? Be cruel. Be awful. Because I'm falling and there's a long way down to rock bottom. Who the Hell am I? I'm Not Steve. ___This is a Psychological Romance___in which Every Detail Matters___ Reader feedback (:D): "I have 20 minutes to study 3 years of work for my maths tests... what am I going to do instead? READ MY FAVOURITE BOOK!" - Beano (@Starb0y) " I've been on this site for far too looooong, and sadly you can easily count just how many quality gay mature stories are in here. So when I stumbled upon yours I found myself immersed, made me interested in Wattpad again. Totally love this book, keep up the great work. " - @fishballsamurai Book 1 of the Kairos series. COMPLETED. Enjoy, leave a comment and follow for updates. :) **Graphic Content 18+ **This is a Gay Erotic Novel of sorts**WARNING**You might enjoy it**

Go to the party they said. It'll be fun they said. When shots break out at a high school party, Isaiah King finds himself alone and driving anywhere away from the house flashing red and blue. On his journey to nowhere, he runs into a curly-haired musician that might end up changing his life forever. -

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.

When Desmond Mellow transfers to an elite all-boys high school, he immediately gets a bad impression of his new deskmate, Ivan Moonrich. Gorgeous, mysterious, and menacing, Ivan is exactly what Desmond doesn't need in his life - or so he thinks... ***** After causing trouble in his previous high school, Desmond is struggling to adapt to his new environment at Ivory High and to stop living in the shadow of his perfect older brother. As usual, trouble follows Desmond wherever he goes and nothing is going well. To make matters worse, he seems to have attracted the attention of The Class Prince, aka the infamous Ivan Moonrich. But despite their rocky start, Desmond begins to grow feelings for Ivan, discovering a new side of his identity that he never thought to experience. [[word count: 50,000 - 60,000]] Cover designed by Joe Resch