He hasn't said a word in years... His voice though, is a work of art............ I was inspired to write this when I read about a chorus in Australia which is made up of stroke victims. Although most of them can speak some and singing is a way to help improve their speech, there are some individuals who can sing but not speak at all. I hope you enjoy the story.

"Have you ever like really loved someone and then find out that they're fool of crap, but what makes it worse is that you can't hate them because you're full of crap too?" He asked sighing heavily," That's basically what my love life is like right now." His best friend looked at him, eyes dancing in amusement as he winked," That's what makes the two of you perfect for each other. You're both full shit." Nathaniel Titan is more than average. To parents he's the quiet older brother. Sweet and tender. But really he's a bit on the wild side. Just ask his best friend. He's more troubled than he lets on. His past is one that he will forever carry but it's part of who he is and he wouldn't change that until a certain gray eyed dominant seems to turn his world upside down. WARNING: Light BDSM and boyxboy scenes. (Going through editing)

My mother never could keep to one man. It wasn't like I went out of my way to fall in love. She was just blind, and he was just... perfect. It was impossible not to fall in love with my stepfather. The real question was... Did he love me?

This story was written several years ago (2014) and has not been edited. I am only uploading this because it's finished, but I'll never get around to making it better.

Chronic fatigue syndrome is a state of profound fatigue that is not improved by bed rest and that may get worse with physical or mental activity. This fatigue significantly interferes with daily activities and work. I have that syndrome. My name is William Elijah Brookes and I haven't left the house in over two months. My closet consists of comfy clothes and socks, along with several pairs of slippers. My closest friend is my older sister, who brings me chocolates, teddies and house plants to dote on. I am a CFS sufferer. I am The Pajama Kid.

[BOOK 1] Not Edited - For the edited version see my bio Aquilam and Ignis, two clans fighting each other for more than a thousand years now. A place where everyone had a pair of wings. We were all hybrids, but with two different kinds of wings. You could have either have bird wings or the one of a dragon. For me, my wings were everything. They were my life, my freedom, and my pride. But after my father's betrayed the King, all our family was also treated as traitors. Our punishment? HELL Every day, as soon as I woke up in the morning until I went to sleep at night, the shadow of my father betrayal always haunted me. He made our lives pitiful. One day, I had enough, so I ran. I ran hating my dad for what he did to us, to ME. A hybrid like me had no chance of surviving in the wild. Not after THAT. This was now my life, trying to survive and resist this incredible and exquisite smell so close yet so far.

[Completed] Christian Blake has issues socializing with people. They still remember what happened at this sixth birthday. He has been isolated and friendless, but that doesn't last long, when Taylor James comes along and takes an interest in him. Will Christian life take a turn for the better or for the worse? Read and find out. Highest Rankings: #205 in gaylove #96 in gayromance #188 in gaylove - 18/03/19 #94 in gayromance - 18/03/19 #54 in carcrash - 26/03/19 #329 in firststory - 28/03/19 #288 in firststory - 05/04/19 #101 in firststory - 17/08/19 #71 in firststory - 06/09/19 #7 in gaylove - 28/09/19

Just coming home from his time in Afghanistan, Royal Marine Max Waters is surprised to find his partner with another man. Now, forced to uproot himself, Max finds himself in a little town where there seems to be an abundance of wolves in the woods. Not to mention the gorgeous Kyle River - who's name seems more than a little ironic. Credit to @Smxle_Laser for the new cover, thank you so much

No emotions, No pain, No guilt, No pity, No love. They feel nothing. They are humans genetically modified to protect the most powerful empire in the world through history : Egypt, China, Greece, Rome... But after the Great World War, that nearly exterminated the human kind, everyone had enough. The world wants peace and prosperity. That is why, every government voted on deactivating the modified humans in a sealed room deep underground. Centuries later, archaeologists found the room and took the perfectly preserved bodies back to the surface to study the corpses. Or so they thought. However, errors were made and the scientists accidentally awakened one of them. THIS IS A MANxMAN STORY!!!!

"... Isn't that... My shirt?" "Huh?! Then how did it end up in my locker?!" We both froze, my face turning red as I looked down at the baggy material. How could I not have noticed? And why did he have to walk in just now? Christian watched me, his face slightly red as he moved closer. I closed my eyes, waiting for the punch, the kick, the pain... But it never came. Instead, I felt something different. Soft lips on top of mine, moving slowly and sweetly. I opened my eyes. Christian Nelson, the most popular jock in the school, was currently making out with me in a gym locker room.