Pour Filyn et Aléan, grandir sous le même toit depuis leurs dix ans n'a rien d'une épreuve. Dans une maison où les murs résonnent des cris de parents abjects et où l'angoisse étouffe leurs rêves, leur amitié se tisse au gré des secrets et des douleurs. Aléan, hanté par les souvenirs de son enfance qu'il peine à oublier, découvre l'amour et la compréhension en Filyn, un garçon silencieux aux capacités étranges. Mais lors d'une soirée d'été dont Aléan ne garde aucun souvenir, leur lien indéfectible est mis à l'épreuve. Filyn disparaît sans explication, laissant Aléan seul, accusé d'un meurtre dont il ignore tout. Alors qu'Aléan peine à avancer en l'absence de celui avec qui il a construit son univers, la réapparition de Filyn ravive des sentiments enfouis et des blessures anciennes. Entre mensonges enclavés et sentiments persistants, leur destin est-il scellé ou pourra-t-il se réécrire ? -- © Par propriété exclusive de l'auteur, la copie et les utilisations partielles ou totales de son travail sont interdites; conformément aux articles L.111-1 et L.123-1 du code de la propriété intellectuelle. ©OEuvre protégée.

Arthur and Freddie have what we'll call an unusual relationship. Half-naked sleepovers, borrowing each-other's boxers, and the occasional unexpected wank session. But don't worry, no homo exists for a reason, and it's one of their favourites. Best friends, no benefits, and a whole lot of strings attached. But their dysfunctional dependence on each-other will catch up on them at some point, and when it does, who knows? Maybe they'll snog and shag and fall in love, or maybe they'll snog and shag and fuck it up. I guess we'll find out... eventually.

"Anyway.." he sighs and crawls over my lap. "What do you think you are doing?" I frown as he leans his back against the couch's handrest, and places his thighs over my lap, sitting sideways. "I'm sorry. I never really had any guy friends. Is this inappropriate?" he asks innocently. "Just don't move around," I mumble, placing my hands over his legs to keep them at one place. "So it's not inappropriate?" he asks. "It is. But I'm a better human than you, so I'll let you get away with this," I wink, tapping his nose. "No, please don't. Spank me Dylan," he says sarcastically. "Alright. How many?" I ask abandoning the Tv remote, and pulling him sideways so he was right in my lap. ....................... Read the feisty, quirky and romantic story of two stubborn individuals.

Roses are such a beautiful part of our world, representing love and all that is good. They are meant to bring people together and bind them in happiness. But all roses have thorns that draw blood from those who were too naive to stay away. So, what happens when a someone so naive decides to mess with the Roses?