Y/N was the kind of girl that everyone knew, but no one paid attention to; she had plenty of acquaintances, but no close friends. She was the very definition of a wallflower. The summer before her 5th year at Hogwarts, all of that changes... (Might be some mature parts but I'll put a warning before if theres gonna be a sex scene)

"If this was ever easy, we wouldn't have done it," ~~~~ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ BOOK ONE THIS STORY WILL NOT MAKE A LICK OF SENSE ~~~~ Now on the path to finding his true self with his 'parents', Skylar finds himself finally becoming who he was meant to be in the first place. But soon, people begin to see who he is to the men, and they can't get enough of him. Will he survive this rollercoaster of a trip? When he finally gets turned into a fae, will it be what he truly wanted and expected? Or will he regret it with every bone in his body when he realizes who his life partner is..... or shall I say, ARE

I sat on the desk and looked up at them, my cheeks reddened at the proximity and depth of their gaze- quite momentarily, I was left speechless. Xzaviar and Damien were otherworldly, ethereal even. Both held so much power and dominance, just their gaze upon you- it'd leave you breathless. They were Gods personified. Xzavier leaned on the desk, his arms crossed, the bulge of his muscles were visible. He wore a white turtleneck, with black ripped jeans and his combat boots, he paired the look with the schools white varsity jacket. 'B L Y T H E' Written on the back. Damien however, sat on desk, his strong gaze affiliated on me. There was something about him today that made my heart flutter, his usual good boy aura completely diminished and now a whole person erupted. He wore a tight white sleeved síhirt, dark denim jeans and a black leather jacket, he paired it up with black vans. I loved it, I loved both of them. Damien stared at me intently, his once ocean eyes now a midnight blue. I chose the wrong place and time to get aroused. "Jacqueline-"He spoke, his voice low, smooth and alluring. It sent shivers through me. "-speak," he demanded. Guess I've been staring too long.