****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.

"I scan him over with my eyes, forgetting about the compromising position I'm in with my hips pressed up against his and the pain I feel in my hand. My hands start to search him for any sign he's hurt but it's hard because I see blood mixing with coffee on the floor and I can't seem to find the source of the wound. My fingers gently graze over his stomach and he tenses under my touch. I assume I've found an injury so I lift his black, coffee-soaked t-shirt to investigate. His eyes have been squeezed shut this whole time, his face a look of anguish but they suddenly flash open and his hands abruptly catch mine. He clenches his jaw, my eyes briefly flitter to the motion and then to the red blush of his cheeks. "Get. Your hands. Off my shirt." It takes me a moment to stop staring at his face but I eventually respond. "Yes, of course." I gulp nervously. "I'll get off if you could just-" I nod my head, gesturing toward his large hands that are still clamped tightly onto mine. His eyes widen and he lets go of me immediately. It's when I'm pushing myself off of him that I finally notice the source of the bleeding. All of a sudden my vision goes black." I CAN'T BELIEVE THE ORIGINAL C&N IS ALMOST AT A MILLION READS AND I'M SUPER EXCITED TO BE PUBLISHING THIS EDITED VERSION THAT'S A LOT BETTER WRITTEN!!! I respond to all comments :-) please give the book some love and feel free to point out typos Pictures are from weheartit

NEW VERSION IS PUBLISHED "He squints his eyes at me with an intense glare that makes me squirm. I don't know if it's the intense pain in my shoulder or his stare, but something sends a shiver down my spine. I have now extended to my full height and look up to realize this guy is towering over me, not looking too happy. I become aware of our close proximity and take a step back, averting my eyes from his intense gaze. I clear my throat and fumble with the edge of my apron, looking down as I say, 'Sorry 'bout that.' I hear no response. I wait a moment, then I look up and he's gone." Spencer Hastings knows one thing for sure: he hates Jack Summers. Everything about him. He hates his rude manners, his intense stare, his restless movements. But he just can't lay a finger on why Jack Summers unnerves him so much. Until now. WILL CONTAIN MATURE CONTENT Updated (bi)weekly on Friday (sometimes updated 1-2 times/week on Wednesdays) BUT CURRENTLY UNDERGOING REWRITE PLEASE LOOK AT LAST CHAPTER FOR EXPLANATION, NEW VERSION IS PUBLISHED Highest Rankings: #16 (out of 1.1 million) romance #7 gay #3 gayboys gayships #2 gaylove bxblove gayfanfic gayness #1 wattpride gaycharacter lgbtfiction guyxguy happyending gaypride gaylovestory gayfiction gayaf lgbt Please don't judge too harshly, this is a rough first draft, but I work very hard on it so please still read:-) Comment any suggestions you have or if you'd like to help support each other's stories!

"As I passed the silent group, a particularly attractive looking guy caught my eye in said group. He had beautiful platinum blonde hair in a more-on-top style, and icy blue eyes. He was taller than me by about three inches and was muscular in build. Said guy's eyes met mine for a millisecond and I bit my lip. I quickly realized I'd attracted a lot of the group's attention and dropped my head down to hurry away. I could feel his piercing stare on my back as I left; along with his friends' gazes. Theirs' weren't as strange. Theirs' were more friendly than curious."

"Your name is Kenneth Kentucky and you work at McDonalds?" I glared at him, "Would you like Fries with that?" He began laughing hysterically and I sighed impatiently, waiting for him to stop. Suddenly, he stopped and then, putting both his hands on the counter, staring right into my eyes, he whispered, "I'd like Fries with you." My eyes widened as it slowly registered that Golden Boy McHarden had just openly flirted with me.

[WARNING there is BOYXBOY action in this story so if you don't like it DON'T READ IT!] It's been five years since Connor moved in with Caleb and Avery as their adopted son. Since then Connor has been surrounded by people who hate him for something he didn't do, they cleverly hide it from their Alpha's but give no such courtesy to him. After being abused almost his whole life he was happy that Caleb had come along and saved him from that fate. He hoped for a fresh start with his new family but the Spirits were never merciful to him for long. He loved Avery and Caleb and because of that reason is why he's puts up with this ostracism and stayed in the Sky Raven pack this long. But once again Connor secretly longed for another savior to come along and take him from the ridiculously ignorant people of this world. But in a bizarre twist of fate all his earlier problems seem to fade in the background when he happens upon the one person he thought he's never encounter, followed by a couple of interesting and strange new friends who come along the way; his mundane world is quickly turned inside out and he suddenly found himself having to do the saving instead of being the one who's saved

Ziathe , the leader of all rogues. Not a wolf to mess with and a cold hearted murderer with his mind set on taking over the werewolf packs. Aspen , the king of all alphas. Makes sure everyone knows their place and has his mind set on killing all of the outlawed rogues Both of these wolves have their minds set on one thing , to kill each other. But when they finally meet they discover something that might make it that bit much harder.

Scenes i can't have in my other books without it getting taken off of the what's hot list SMH ;D

(WARNING: There is Boyxboy action in this story. DON'T LIKE IT DON'T READ IT!!) It's been three years since Levi Blackman left the Blue Moon Pack and his memories of Kyle along with it. Levi now has an amazing boyfriend, crazy awesome friends, his life has finally turned around and he can finally breathe. But all that hard work of trying to forget the past comes back to haunt him when he happens upon that SAME person who had turned his back on him, that person who ran from what they could have had leaving him broken and empty. He should have yelled at the bastard, he should have screamed his anger and frustration out at the man for breaking his heart into a millions pieces but he didn't. Instead he came to the realization that Kyle had no idea who Levi was. Kyle Parker had lost his memory. So what do you do with a mate who has amnesia? There was no way Levi could leave him in such a state even after all that Kyle put him through. But by helping Kyle he can't stop the abundance of old feelings he has for his mate from rushing back towards the surface. So the big question is will Levi be able to handle the very possible chance of Kyle running from him again once his memory returns?

~ "When I first met you I had no idea how much you would end up meaning to me." ~ When Riley is once again hurled into a new life thanks to his mother's promiscuous lifestyle, he prepares himself for a year of building walls and isolation. However, nothing could have prepared him for the eccentric and captivating ways of his new housemates. Warning: Graphic depictions of violence and mature themes.