"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

A lonely photographer in London meets a handsome stranger and falls in love. The two begin to experiment in the bedroom and it leads to the photographer at the handsome mans feet, begging for anything that the man will give him. Copyright © 2020 by Prince Anonomous (Alexander) All rights reserved.

BOYS' LOVE When Jasper Matthews' childhood friend, Hayden Walker breaks up with his girlfriend, Jasper doesn't feel bad. That's because to him, Hayden is his first love. It's too bad he knows it will never work out. They're both guys. But when a friend of Hayden's starts noticing Jasper more and more, Jasper begins to find it hard to leave the guy alone himself. Xander Peyton, an upperclassman with unique light green eyes, becomes the comfort Jasper needs to get over his painful first love. And Jasper never imagined he would find comfort in someone so obviously different from himself. Of course, he never imagined powerful feelings to arise for the "rude bastard" either. ~•~•~ Do all first loves end in pain, or will Jasper finally get his feelings across for his childhood friend, Hayden?

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Dawson is- most people who don't know him would say- as straight as they come. And senior year away from home promises to be a big year for him: no parents in sight, a whole new set of friends, he just seems to have it all. Not to mention that all the pretty girls of the very private Wharton High are dying to get a taste of the new talk of the school. If only he could get Adam Hamilton's eyes out of his head. * "He dislikes him so much he is annoyed by the mere sound of his breathing. He dislikes him so much that he can't bring himself to ignore him; that even the way his stupid glasses perfectly sit on his symmetrical nose exasperates him; and his ridiculously blue eyes that take different shades of blue based on his mood and now Dawson knows that apathy is the ocean whereas rage is a starless night sky. And his jawline looks like it was sculpted by the hands of Michelangelo, but he dislikes him so much he can't look at his face without feeling his cheeks flush in anger. Truth is, Dawson dislikes him because Hamilton did something that no other person- despite their best efforts- ever managed to do. He made him feel weak."

What are we without flesh and blood? Are we nothing but a beating heart in a ribcage, a marching soul inevitably leading to our demise? Or are we here as a test of loyalty to our God, a God we do not know but must trust? And without this trust, we will be punished indefinitely for questioning his divinity. And what is a sheep without his shepherd? Without God, are we nothing but sheep led astray? How will we be guided to the light without a shepherd on earth? Should we trust our shepherd to tell us the truth? Or will we be covered in the blood of the lamb? A shepherd with blood on his hands could infect his flock with poison. And with this poison, he has control. And to Luke, this poison is all he knows. His seventeen years of life have been devoted to nothing else but God. He wakes up, goes to school or church, and sleeps; rinse and repeat. There is no place or time for anything else in his life, such as television, going out with friends, or discovering new hobbies. His father, Pastor Ivy, ensures this. His life purpose will be to serve the Lord and nothing else. A purpose that Luke believes is the right way. What else would there be to life? He hadn't questioned this until he met Gabriel, a man who was the complete opposite of him. A man who was strong in his sense of self. A man who didn't bow to anyone or anything and stood firm in his beliefs in The Church of Satan. A man who Luke feared. But also a man who felt like home to him.

Seventeen year old James is used to having foster kids around the house. Some stay for weeks, others for months, and even the most problematic of them tend to open up to his mother's kindness and gentle discipline. Until the new kid arrives. The one nobody else agreed to foster due to his history. He's trouble, and James finds himself both hating him and drawn to him at the same time. But where kindness has failed, could hatred provide a cure? *** WARNINGS: The story contains mature themes and language. Not suitable for children. Some chapters include violence and may be triggering for some people. Read at your own discretion. -------------------------------------------------- Dear Reader, I hope you'll enjoy this story! Let me know what you think! If you notice any errors or typos, please let me know in the comments section and I'll gladly fix them! #4 in Gay on 2022-05-18 #2 in boyxboy on 2020-03-27 #1 in Gay on 2020-03-27

"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.

Killian King; cold, distant, dominant, and possessive over what's his is top dog at school and known as the bad boy, so what happens when Finnick Green, the nerdy shy and socially awkward boy, trips into his life and creates an uproar that leaves his alpha wolf trembling.

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP