My name is Rolland and I grew up in an orphanage in the middle of town. I've lived here as long as I can remember. I always tried to ask why me or any of the other kids were here but the woman who ran the orphanage just answered by holding up a sign saying 'I'm busy. Go play, Rolland.' After my eighth birthday I stopped asking. Besides, I think I already knew why my parents hadn't wanted me... I was completely deaf. (This will NOT be a super perverted book, even being bxbxb. So if you are looking for that, go elsewhere, k! I'm here for the story and a bit of horror and romance mixed in!)

An angel and demon, inevitably bound together by unknown depths of the universe and connected through an even greater force known as love. Xavion sees no joy in this supposedly fair world rebuilt by Yahweh and his angels. His neglectful upbringing and specist society caused an endless cycle of self-pity and loathing for others. Malach, the soon to be ruler of Heaven, is a particularly bothersome nuisance who seems to be hell-bent on ruining Xavion's life every chance he gets. Can two creatures destined by birth to despise each other learn to look beneath their initial layers of superficiality? Content/trigger warning: This story contains strong language, violence, atypical religious themes and sexual activity.

Ash Willow is the outcast of his pack, the omega runt abused by his stepfather, the head Alpha. Daemon Steele is an alpha of the enemy pack with a violent streak. He's stubborn and cold hearted, he doesn't believe in mates. So what happens when he finds the little omega who ran away from home? Why does he feel drawn to him, despite the mistrust of Ash who comes from the enemy pack? And why does he let this omega keep prying his way into his heart, no matter how much he tries to push him away? Disclaimer: abuse, sexual content, dark/ mature themes

[LGBTQ+ Romance ] HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in pride 2/26/2022 #1 in teenagers 5/16/2022 #1 in bully 2/9/2022 #1 in writtenwithpride 6/19/2023 #3 in enemies 5/5/2022 #2 in gay 2/10/2022 #4 in emotion 2/21/2022 #15 in love 2/15/2022 #8 in poker 1/10/22 #2 in cards 1/10/22 Miles Medley knows how to gamble with a pair of cards in his hands and a stack of coins in front of him, but all his skill is lost when navigating the most arrogant blonde: Liam Coleman. With a baseball glove on his hand, Liam Coleman is well-versed with making a double play on second base, it is as natural as inhaling breath. However, his adroitness on the field can't be applied to his rivalry with Miles Medley, because somehow, there is no such thing as a fine line. When the pair of boys find themselves detained in the same steel cellar and hunted by the same wicked man, will they form an alliance? Or will they simply live life as usual, as hopeless enemies? •••••••••••••••••••••• This story contains themes of: LGBTQ+ Enemies to lovers Violence Intimacy Sexual language Blood Published on January 8th, 2022. EDITED AND COMPLETE Vote, comment, and follow if you enjoyed this story!

(bxb) After a year of surviving an all boys boarding school, William Brown thought he had finally navigated the ups and downs that the rich, private school had to offer. He'd even managed to make a few friends, as well as a rightful enemy. Lucien Harding. The two young boys were about as friendly as oil and water-that is, not very much. A dark haired boy deemed for destruction and a golden prince promised greatness weren't the likely pair. They knew as much, yet somehow, it had become inevitable. Their relationship would either go down in flames or a blaze of glory. Both boys bleed flame either way. Whichever path, they'll learn more than they bargained for.

It was hard hating someone so much you start to obsess over them. Then again, it really was a small line between love and hate. Charlie: I shouldn't have been there. Not when Jason stood like that, and certainly not with a man on his knees before him. His eyes locked on mine, face twisted in pleasure and vulnerable. He's straight, he's straight, he's straight... Right? Jason: I knew he saw me. Blue eyes wide and lips parted. Lust or shock I didn't know, and I was too far gone to care. It was supposed to be hatred- consuming unadulterated hatred, but the second I grasped the unmistakable lust in his gaze, I was gone. Note: This work is being reedited. Majority of the story remains the same, just rewritten a little with added parts.