***This story is Manxman and it is rated R for sexual content! If you are bothered by that then please do not read. I will not tolerate any ignoramous comments about how wrong it is. You have been warned so simply back away slowly or turn and run like hell but do not message me in disgust or complaint if you choose to read and see something you don't want to! **** Will is running from more than just the man who held him prisoner, he is running from the memories, the pain, the knowledge of what he's been made to do and the way he's been used. Running away at night seemed the logical choice until he found himself running straight into a blizzard and realized that he'd die of cold out there alone--but at least he would die free. Turner has all he wants in his sanctuary up in the mountains. His horse, his mule and his trust coonhound, Beaux, are the only company he desires. Three years he'd been alone and tried telling himself that he was content but all that changes the day he finds a dying man in a snow bank. Neither of these men were looking for love but what better way to make fate laugh than to talk about your own plans... and there's just something that happens, some magic in the air, when it's Christmas time, you're fighting attractions and you find yourself snowed in.

Evan was a shameless womanizer. Both handsome and charming, he'd never had a problem getting a girlfriend and never cared about losing one. So when he met Sascha, the simple but pretty florist, he didn't have to try too hard to get a date. Unfortunately for him, Sascha wasn't exactly his type of "girl". He still finds himself drawn to the florist and refuses to give up on his quest to gain Sascha's affections, no matter how many times he's rejected! A short, sweet story about a jaded florist, afraid to fall in love again after having his heart broken one too many times and the stubborn man trying to show him that some things are worth the risk.

I just smirked at the way they all looked down on me. The way they all try to trip me down and glare like they can kill me with one look. I could easily laugh their stupidity and small minds as I make it through the day the way I've always done it. By myself. With no friends. No family. I don't cry myself to sleep hoping that my prince will come and save me... I don't beg those dimwitted jocks to stop giving me a hard time whenever they get the chance. I don't try to fit in when the person I'll hurt the most is myself by lying. I don't wish that my dead parents will come back when I know they won't. I don't do this because I, Carter Summers, am a strong willed person that knows the sad fact that this.... This... is my reality..... When Carter gets a small request from a teacher for his creative way of writing. He temporarily joins the newspaper club to gain extra credit to assure his scholarship. His job is to answer questions from the entire Newton High's students and give them advice. But since the entire population hates him for being homosexual, he does this in secret by answering within the papers, and goes by the name of... Reality. ***Cover by RougeHopes*** #19 in Teen Fiction

A story between two boys in love and their struggle to find each other through life. Inspired by the song 'Oceans' by SeaFret.

WATTPAD FEATURED STORY Daniel Evans is trying not to let his crush on Jonah Clarke get in the way of their new found friendship, because Jonah Clarke is definitely not gay. Placed third in the Valentine's Day Contest hosted by @taygetsthegay

Ivy loves Christian and Christian loves Ivy. Ivy will always love Christian. No matter what he does to him. No matter how many bruises are left on the boy's skin. No matter how hard Christian hits him, Ivy loves him. And he knows Christian loves him, even if he shows it in a different way. Ivy needs help.

Ethan tries to leave one life for another: probable death for a possible life. But what he leaves behind doesn't necessarily want to let him go. Shackles from the past bind his wrists while promises of a better life scare the hell out of him. How could someone possibly want him to be a part of their life and their family? What he thought was his chance for salvation, in the form of the firm roles of a BDSM relationship, proves to be a very different story altogether. Marc Matthews, a Dom at a local club, turns Ethan's life upside down without the help of a whip. While Matthews tugs at his heart, Ethan remains determined to raise the walls inside his chest to protect what is left of a hollow existence.

A work-related injury leaves special agent Michael O'Connolly forced to part ways with the FBI on an extended sick leave. He's been out of commission for weeks and is desperately ready for some action, but when he grabs hold of a filthy street kid, trying to pick his pockets, he gets more than he bargained for. Nineteen year old Jason Thames was accustomed to hard living. The streets had been his life for more years than he cared to remember. He did whatever he could to survive, but one cold, wet night he picks the wrong pocket, and gets caught up in a world he never thought he could have. The agent is harsh and intimidating, but he wants to help him, even when he discovers that Jason has a two year old son; Little Timmy. Over time, the attraction between the two men simmers, and Michael finds himself falling for both his house guests, but how can he hope for a future when the present is so riddled with uncertainty?