Julian Kyle, America's favorite boy. Girls scream his name and go crazy over him. But will one photographer end up driving him crazy?

'I shouldn't have knelt. I should have let you kill me.' 'I can still do it.' One day, I will get my revenge. It's only then that I'll be able to let my past go, and breathe again, and smile again, and maybe even love. Until then, I do not live. I bide my time. "The best revenge is to be unlike your enemy," ~ Marcus Aurelius *** WARNINGS: The story contains mature themes and language. Not suitable for children. Some chapters include violent and sexual content and may be triggering for some people. Read at your own discretion. #1 in #boyxboy on 2019-07-16 #1 in #slowburn on 2019-07-16 #4 in #gay on 2019-07-28 #3 in #MXM on 2020-01-31 #1 in #BXB on 2020-06-27

When the youngest son of the ruler of post-apocalyptic Earth is captured by rebels who hide underneath its barren surface, it seems that escaping and trying to reach his people is his only chance at survival. Yet as he navigates the dangers of the radioactive and unfamiliar world, he finds unexpected help in one of the very people he has always despised, and discovers that sometimes an enemy can become your only friend... or even more than a friend? *** WARNINGS: The story contains mature themes and language. Not suitable for young children. Some chapters include violent and sexual content and may be triggering for some people. Read at your own discretion. #4 in DANMEI on 2019-09-28

"You're bruised," the boy came up to him slowly. His calculated demeanor melted as he walked and for once, Jett saw the eighteen-year-old behind the princely mask he always hid behind. "It'll heal," he assured him. "You look a bit beat yourself." "I took it too far," he gently held his arm where the bruise was. Every touch left a tingling sensation. "I'm sorry. My father. He..." he trailed off. The brown eyes that Jett had quickly fallen for wandered off into the distance. Jett wished he could read them better. "What's the matter with your father?" "I don't want to talk about that," he shook his head. "Then what do you want to talk about?" "Us," those dark eyes met with his again, showing Jett something he hadn't seen before in him. "What about us?" Jett grinned. The boy caught him by surprise. He kissed him with a passion that Jett hadn't known he had. Oh Shiro, the next in line to the Reverence Pack. What was he going to do with him? *** BlackCreek was a beautiful city well-known for it's foggy weather, amazing scenery, and the werewolves that guard it. Four packs surround the city, but none compare to the mysterious Reverence Pack and their secretive ways. The only thing that sparks Jett's interest in them now is a new coming-of-age Alpha. The princely young man was as quiet as the forest that surrounded them. And he finds himself pulled to the man in a way he can't describe. Shiro's spent years preparing to take leadership of his pack. He trained both his body and mind to their greatest potential. He prepared for it all. Except for his mate being the Alpha of the Valor pack. Shiro was a master at keeping his secrets hidden to the world. But there was only so much time before the Alpha found out; before the news would spread. Only so much time before the curse took its toll on them. With so much against them, and secrets that most took to their grave, can a love between two Alphas be strong enough to last all the hate that's sure to follow? COMPLETED

It started with an assignement for school. Shadow a parent for a month. Sounds easy right? Wrong. Levy Newark just wanted the month to be over when the assignment started. He wasn't fond of the idea to shadow his mom at a clothing design company. Until he met the CEO Jeremiah Cole. He felt an instant connection to his mother's boss but knew there would be no future with that man, or he thought. Then Ian Kelly comes along, making Levy even more confused than he already was before. Is there any way Levy will figure out his feelings for the men without hurting either of them? Or himself.

Forced out of his home in London, Sam has little choice but to show up on his mother's doorstep in Florida. Absent from each other's lives for the last nine years, Sam comes to find that lot of things have changed. With an annoying (yet surprising) roommate, an all knowing friend, and a little sister that he knew nothing about - just how much can Sam take on board? Not to forget his mother's fiancé, Alex, who should really start wearing something more than underwear around the house. Then again, Sam wasn't exactly complaining. Much. (Explicit chapters available. Warning for mentions of abuse.)

"I'm the only one that can have you, you belong to me now." He pins my arms to the wall behind me while leaning in. I catch his scent, forest pine. My head feels dizzy as he bites my bottom lip. "But why? I-I'm not, I don't deserve-" "Shut up Calvin and take off your clothes." ------------------------------------------------------- David is a star billionaire of a affluent company, having a very abundant net worth. He has it all, the amber fiery eyes that melts everyone in sight, the strong, chiseled facial features that make even the most blessed weep. He has everything, so he should feel like the most complete man in the world right? Not really. ============== Calvin's soft, sweet, quiet and in shambles whenever he thinks of his looks. Never was man as humbled as he. He let people walk over him since birth (quite literally since he chose to be born a day later since the actual day was a inconvenience to his mother) and could only mutter a small sorry whenever someone would tease him of his weight. Ever since a youngen, he dreamed of someone to accept him for what he looked like, but did he ever think he'd be able to find that? Nope. Maybe these two are the pieces they need to complete the shambled puzzle in their souls. Or maybe not, who knows? ---- All rights reserved.

"sir, I can't do this" I whimper as I look up meeting his hazel eyes "What makes you say that?" he asks as he sits down in the chair beside me. The pencil I was holding falls out of my hands as I stare at the paper in front of me. Words have never looked so scary to me. They started to get blurry and the b that I wrote at the top of the paper looked more like a d. "It's just I can't concentrate bec--" - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jayce Morgans , always portrayed as the schools "bad boy" truth be told he's never done anything bad in his school life. He may have back talked a teacher or punched a student but that was it. No one ever took the time to get to know him he had one close friend, Hanna, the only other people who talked with him were his parents and his six younger siblings and three older ones. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "sir" I say as I back up against the wall "we can't do this" "Who said we can't?" He asks as his hands grab mine pinning them above my head "It's just not pro--" a strangled moan leaves my lips as he bites my neck. "What was that?" he smirks "you rat bastard" ~ ♡ ~ BoyxBoy ○ [WARNING]: will contain sexual content between two men. ○ {NOTE} : this story will be a short story, so around the 20 - 23 (maybe a couple more) chapters and that is it! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Icarus Crane is a fledgling vampire with a feisty, free spirited attitude. He lives with his sire, and leads a peaceful life with his new family. His sire always warned him to never get near a master vampire. They're dangerous and powerful and hold no emotions what so ever. Once you're taken and claimed, by a master vampire you're more valuable than them because you hold their power. Icarus ignores the rules and runs into someone. Someone that decides he's going to make Icarus his own. This story is rated R, and not edited First book in the Supernatural Lovers series Part of a series but can be read as a stand alone

Formerly known by his slave number, forty-two, Cassian is snatched up and named by the alpha of the pack who is also his mate. Will Cassian ever gain Xanders trust? Or will he forever just be the human slave number Forty-two?