*COMPLETED* (27.12.2020) "What about you?" Parker asked. "I don't think I'm capable of love," I answered. "Did you get your heart broken?" He smirked. "Oh no, a lot of things are broken, but strangely not my heart. I have quite a healthy heart. It beats between 60 and 100bpm." I paused. "Except for when I run." Parker stared at me. *** What happens when a quiet and calm Dandelion meets a loud and scowling Parker? Conan moves to the Big City for University, but he's not like other boys. He doesn't know how to interact with others. He is socially awkward, and is often considered as "weird" or "strange". He also can't touch people without feeling sick. But why? Parker is a sex addict. He's wild, outgoing, and loves to party. He's known to be a playboy who changes women quicker than his socks. Not a day goes by when he's not in bed with someone else. But what happens when he meets a boy who can't be touched? Highest ranks: #39 fiction 03.01.20 #35 featured 05.12.20 #3 queer 23.12.2020 #4 gay 06.01.2021 #34 depression 23.12.2020 #8 bl 23.12.2020 #108 youngadult 23.12.2020 #32 featured 27.12.2020 #34 comedy 23.12.2020 #34 bisexual 27.12.2020 #313 teen fiction 27.12.2020 #5 boyxboy 30.12.2020 #2 bxb 03.01.2021 #17 LGBT 03.01.2021 #475 romance 03.01.2021 #tragedy #fiction #featured #queer #gay #depression #bl #youngadult #featured #comedy #bisexual #manxman #teen fiction #boyxboy #bxb #LGBT #romance

Isaac Kirk's world comes to an abrupt halt when he finds out his Soulmate Mark isn't identical to that of Jamie Ryan's; his best friend and the guy he's been in love with all his life. Isaac's mark is also in COLOUR, which is an even worse fate, because it's rumoured that people with coloured marks don't even get to have soulmates at all. But fate has different plans for Isaac Kirk, and perhaps he might get a happy ending better than he could have ever imagined. - Roses are red, Violets are blue, Isaac thought he'd never get to have even one Soulmate, never mind two. - Copyright © 2018 Viano Oniomoh All rights reserved.

[Book 1 of the Taste Series] Julian White doesn't say his real name in self-introductions. Hiding behind his middle name and a pair of overly round eyeglasses, he tries to get through the tenacity of attending a competitive culinary school under his uncle's influence. Amidst his learning of crust structures and the nutritional value of bananas, he meets an old friend.

It was always the same bench, at the same time, every single day. Why? What was he waiting for?

A story between two boys in love and their struggle to find each other through life. Inspired by the song 'Oceans' by SeaFret.

When Quinn discovers a boy watching his friend group play basketball, he gets filled with curiosity. A string of events will lead to him meeting Cody, and as he learns more about the small quiet boy, he starts to piece together the fragments of his being. [THE NOVEL]

When Quinn discovers a boy watching his friend group play basketball, his mind becomes filled with curiosity. A string of events will lead to him meeting Cody, and as he learns more and more about the small quiet boy, he starts to piece together the fragments of his being. [A PLAY] Cover by @shizunj

Antonio Martinez has a hard time fitting in. For one, he wasn't born in the USA and as a result, has a funny accent the kids at school made fun of. New money was looked down on in his private school, and so the former top of the class had it out for him for stealing her spot. Antonio didn't think things could get any worse until his mother asked the son of her long-term boyfriend to keep an eye on him and his siblings - in other words, become their permanent babysitter. And that was how Antonio's social life was completely ruined.

My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill of terror to it and my eyes were filling with tears; tears of pain, frustration and sheer horror. Harry moved his gaze from our slipping fingers to my eyes. "It's okay, Ethan. Let go. You can't save me; not this time." I hated how calm his tone was. I hated how defeated he sounded. He had never given up - we always held hope for one another! We never gave up. "Don't you say that to me! Don't you fucking say that to me!" I roared, a small sob escaping my lips. Harry just smiled sadly, his muscular, beautiful body swaying in the harsh wind. The fall was so big; he would surely die of a heart attack before he hit the ground. I prayed to God he would. No. I was breaking my own rule; I would not give up on him. Either both of us lived or neither of us would. My life would be over the second his ended, anyway.