Xzavier Resse is as happy as a sixteen year old can be. Going into tenth grade, Xzavier meets the cold, mean Mason Tomkins, a mystery and rumor following him. At first, Mason shows no interest in Xzavier at all, not paying heed to the curly haired Brit, but then... Mason starts talking to Xzavier, slowly bringing them closer and closer. But what Xzavier doesn't know is that Mason isn't who Zav thinks he is, and that it's not all that meets the eye with this badass.

Follows main charecter Jessie Star through life.Jessie's known he was gay for awhile now, but thought it was best to stay in the closet until highschool was over.When Tristan move's to his town and starts attending his highschool and starts appearing all over his life, Jessie starts finding it a challenge to resist. Will Tristan be able to tempt him out of the closet? and even if he can, will that help clean up the mess Jessie's life is slowly disolving into?

•GirlxGirl• |I want to wake each morning in your arms comforted by your oddity seduced by your knowledge of my ways and I want you to crack my heart of glass| "Miss Conner?" I was surprised. I hadn't seen her since last week and figured I never would again given the stunt I had pulled. She looked up and started to walk over. A shiver went down my body as I took her in. The dark blue flannel complimented her long blond hair and blue eyes, while the skinny jeans showed off every curve she had to offer. She was breathtaking. "Hello Shay, how is your night going?" My mind turned to mush as her lovely voice flowed over me. "Uh....um its good, I mean, it's going great." I stammered. She said nothing for a long moment, just watched me with those cool blue eyes. "I'm glad." She said finally. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I took a step closer to her, and I could see her tense out of the corner of my eye. "I just wanted to apologize." I was glad when my voice was steady when I spoke, funny since I'd been a stumbling fool earlier. Miss Conner just watched me. I fought the urge to reach over and shake her. That impenetrable mask that she always wore was driving me crazy! "For what?" My brows furrowed and I stared at my English teacher in confusion. "For kissing you." •This is my first book, so be mindful of the spelling errors and please respect that I am not a published, world-wide known author. Thanks.•

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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!

Aiden Lance: My name is Aiden Lance and I am married to the most faithful person a guy could ask for. And yes, we both are gay and happily married. Lately, my husband, Hunter Rain, has been acting strange and distant. I'm trying my best not to assume anything, but you can't blame me because he hasn't touched me in a YEAR! I'm losing hope . Hunter Rain: My name is Hunter Rain and I am currently married to the most beautiful creature alive named Aiden Lance. He's my everything and more but I've been cheating.. with a female. Before you judge me, read our story first.

[EDITING!] RANKING: #1 on 'gaymarriage' - 11/28/19 #8 on 'Billionaires' - 7/25/18 "Can money buy love?" After the death of Peter McKinley, the fate of the McKinley Inns was left in the hands of Peter's firstborn son, Alexander. But when Alexander finds out about the company's seemingly unending debts, he was desperate in finding ways to pay the debts and keep the company. Scrambling to save his family's company, Alexander McKinley was shocked when the young billionaire hotel magnate George Garrison approached him with a deal. It was to buy his company, call off his company's creditors and let him lead it in exchange for his sister's hand in marriage. Furious of the deal, Alex was worried about his sister having a long-time boyfriend and tried to find another way to fight bankruptcy. Following his grandfather's request about being married, the billionaire George Garrison was set to find a perfect wife...or groom. He was gay, and that was the problem. Upon seeing the opportunity on the youngest daughter of Peter McKinley, he thought that he could finally be at peace and get married even though it was against his own will. But then everything changed when the oldest son of Peter McKinley barges into his office and leads him to discover a better deal.

**Back by Popular Demand** If you read "The CEO Commands" you were introduced to Gavin, the little cutie that captured the heart of the one of the sexiest Dominants and Co-owner if the BDSM club, in The Dungeon. This is Gavin's story, it starts from the beginning long before Marcus ever met his Corey. Gavin Martin came from rough beginnings, he experienced things that no one should have to experience and a lot the treatment he received was from his own family, people that were supposed to love and accept you no matter what. Gavin's trials and tribulations send him on a journey from a small town in the middle of Potato Country to the bright lights and everyday chaos of The Big Apple, where he meets Damien, the drop dead gorgeous hunky business Tycoon that he fell irrevocably and immediately in love with. Damien Carter is a seasoned Dominant, his thing was Bondage and total Dominance, there wasn't a sub yet that he has encountered that has ever made him think to make them a permanent in his life and in his home, although many have tried and are still continuing to try. That is until a little blond, blue eyed angel was presented to him like a much wanted Christmas present by his friend and one of his business partners, Marcus Roche. Even though he was aware that Gavin was not a trained submissive the desire to make that little beauty his own was too great to for him to ignore, so Damien decided that he was going to make that sweet boy his no matter what.

I have been summoned home, back to the dry desert landscapes and the lush oasis estate home where I was born and raised until I was sent off to attend the western schools like most sons of wealthy Arabic families. I didn't want come back for the reasons that caused my parents to demand my return. I didn't want to have anything to do with my maternal Grandfather, but the ancient tyrant was dead and as a good son, I returned to the land of my birth and do what is required of me. If it wasn't for my angel of a mother, I would have stayed State side where I was happily enjoying my life and the freedom to be who I am as I managed our families multiple business corporations there. Now, I must see to the estate and business holdings the old man has left behind for the El-Hamin legacy once again expand its wealth. The maternal side of my family's money and its import and export companies has been finally released from the iron fist of the old man's control. Little did I know that when I inherited this responsibility, I also inherited something that will shock me to the core of my soul. An undiscovered secret that the aged bigot has kept locked up in a hidden room in the master suite of his palatial home. The bastard continued practicing an antiquated custom that the men of my line have long ago ceased to adhere to in these modern times. I found myself placed in a situation that will bring me to my knees and challenge the beat of my heart.