[ book one of the Sticks and Stones series ] Felix was a freak and Sam was hopelessly in love with him. (BoyxBoy) Highest ranking: #68 in Romance

ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴡᴀʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ. ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴏɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ-ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴꜱ. ♱ Vampire Ambassadors' Monthly Pick ♰ Ren Cornelli is a vampire-human hybrid, a monster born from a result of assault. He's vowed to disappear once he turns eighteen and rid his mother of the creature she birthed. All that changes when a night of bloodthirst entangles him in a web of murder. Ashton Mantel is a recluse. Not by choice but out of necessity. His family comes from a line of vampire purists with a goal of enslaving the human race. When he's forced to work with a "halfy", he's pulled into a world of deception. With the Hunter Society looming and Blood Hounds on the loose, Ren and Ashton must work together to find a killer, all while trying not to kill each other.

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

"Have you tried turning it off and back on again?" •• Christian Ivonov, CEO of Ivonov enterprises, had always been the best at fucking things up. Whether it be relationships, or company connections, nothing was too far out of his reach to ruin. Alexander Hamilton had always been the best at fixing things. Computers, to be exact. He wasn't sure how Christian got the impression that Alex could fix him too. •• A story in which a what should be anger management patient meets a functioning alcoholic, and they somehow manage to save each other. Book One of The CEO's Trilogy *This book is unedited

|Claimed [ManxMan/BDSM]| After a year of suffering under the hands of his abusive ex-lover, Levy Wilson is ready to forget the past. He is finally free of the clutches that held him and now all he needs is a good book and the comfort of his best friend, Molly. Never again will he subjugate himself to a man and allow himself to be hurt. When Levy gets promoted from in his secretarial assistant position at the company he works for he meets Jacob Richardson, the new CEO of Waves Marketing Corp. Working under Mr. Richardson shouldn't be a big deal, Levy has been a secretarial assistant for years. But one look at the smoldering, demanding CEO and Levy knows he's in trouble. The sexual attraction between the two men is instantaneous. One look, one touch and all carnal desires will be let loose. Except Levy won't allow himself to get tangled with another dominating man, he's had enough of that in his life. Especially when he finds out the type of lifestyle his new boss is really into. But as the saying goes: 'If at first you don't succeed, try, try again'. And when Levy's ex comes claiming what he believes is rightfully his, Levy will have to choose who he belong to: his abusive ex-lover or his gentle dominating boss. Only one thing is certain: in the end Levy will be good and claimed. Copyright © 2014 MissCris

Every Tuesday during football practice, sixteen year old Sem Bolton finds himself stealing glances at the gorgeous college boy jogging down the path next to the fields. He was his dirty little secret. His guilty pleasure. His unobtainable fantasy: safe and distant on the other side of the chainlink fence. Then, through a series of unpleasant events including being forced on a camping trip, it turns out his unobtainable fantasy is not so unobtainable after all. Not only is gorgeous college boy gay as well, he also wants to date Sem. Now, Sem was never one to play it safe. But outing himself was in a whole different league than testing his mother's patience or taking hits in the boxing ring. Was he really ready to date a guy, all consequences included? As if internal struggles weren't enough, count on girls, friends, and an estranged brother, to complicate stuff even further. Photo on the cover by: https://unsplash.com/@nickkarvounis

University is known as a time for discovering who you are, but all the boys living in the LGBT complex of University College Cork seem to be discovering is that they can't keep it in their pants. When the lives of Freddie Constantine, Matt Coleman, Jack Fox, and Benny Love converge in one small apartment, sparks fly as love and hate mingle in the atmosphere.

This is a story about two brothers and their single dad that move from Germany to the USA and in Oregon. Their adventures start when they move into the old Elderwood mansion that is pretty much in ruins. What will happen when some mysteries unlock themselves? * note- someday I will rewrite this. Just know I wrote this a really long time ago and my Grammer is really bad*

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.