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Vondre needed to win Kaden's love and trust back. The was the only thing he cared about. The boy he'd fallen in love with as a teenager. But Vondre knew if only Kaden knew the truth he'd still care about him too.

" 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠,𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲,𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞." 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 : 𝐀𝐏𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 : ??

"i gotchu forever kane...i swear youn gotta worry about nun wit me." "i believe you." "you better nigga i ain't been chasing you my whole life for nun." black bxb

Struggling with your sexual identity is no easy path-and it's never a joke. Especially not in the world of football. Especially not as a Black male with an overbearing father who makes it clear he "ain't raise no sissy." For Isiah Carter, that struggle only gets worse during his junior year of high school when a new teammate, Luke Collins, joins the field in the summer. At first, Luke is nothing but a thorn in his side-the dog to his cat. They clash constantly, never seeing eye to eye, always one argument away from throwing hands. They clash on and off the field, tension building with every argument, every look held too long. Luke is everything Isiah shouldn't want-and everything he can't ignore. But one night changes everything, and suddenly, Isiah is unable to deny what he's been running from.

Benji has never known a love that was truly his. His past is a trail of abusive situations, manipulative partners, and secretive "DL" affairs where he was always too quiet, too clingy, or simply never enough. Currently, he is stuck in a dead-end relationship with a boyfriend who only comes around for money or sex. The boyfriend offers hollow words of affection, telling Benji he loves him, and Benji clings to that lie, believing it's all he deserves. But Benji's stagnant world is suddenly upended when Daxton a manic, energetic ball of chaos walks into his life, challenging everything Benji thought he knew about love and self-worth.

❝𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬." 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ "You listening to me for once? Crazyyy." He put his phone down, full attention on me. "C'mere den, sexy. We ain't got nothing but time." He bit his lip. Oh yeah, he was sumn serious cause that lil one two gon get me and him in trouble. . . . Dominic Winters didn't believe in love. Well, that sounded a bit harsh. He just didn't really think it was worth the effort. Why settle for one person when there were so many people who wanted him? So many to romance? He wasn't trying to be a playboy but it just ended up that way. His whole philosophy was "Marriage is a scam. Divorcing is inevitable. Every man and woman alike fell to his feet. There was no discrimination with him. Black, White, They, Them, She, He. He liked them all. It was mere fun to him, like a hobby to go along with his career he was building in college as the quarterback who was on a mission to make it to the big leagues all while keeping his grades in check and hanging with his boys. That's all it ever was for him. Then.. someone new came around. Someone who changed his routine of jumping from one person to the next. Dom was cool with everyone. He said wassup to everyone but when the new sophomore gave him nothing, no reaction, no interest, he was butt hurt to say the least. It even bruised his ego a bit. Messiah Hughes transferred to this new, better college. A fresh start to a shitty past year. It took a toll on him and he needed to get away, he had to. EXTENDES SYNOPSIS INSIDE. Updates every 3-7 days.

Dallas and Zymir ain't know it yet, but they needed each other bad. Both of 'em was walkin around with holes in their chest, carryin stuff they ain't know how to put down. Different pain, same weight. They was still strangers to it, still movin like they was on their own. But sooner or later, they was gon' be what the other needed just to breathe again.

𝟎𝟗.𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓-𝟏𝟑.𝟎𝟗.𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

What does freedom mean when you don't remember how to live? Five years in white walls taught me how to survive, not how to exist... How do you start over when your hands are still stained? They say I'm free now, that I've done my time. But the world outside feels wrong. Too bright, too alive... They call it LUCK. Lucky to have a second chance. Lucky to breathe air that doesn't taste like bleach and metal. But luck will never change what I did... ~Owen Owen Williams was never loved... not by the people who called themselves his parents. Years of cruelty carved something hollow inside him, until one night, at twelve years old, the breaking point came. A knife. A scream. Blood he still can't wash from his hands. He told himself it was survival. But the guilt never left. Five years locked in a mental hospital couldn't silence the echoes of that night. Now, seventeen and released into a small town under the watch of a kind officer, Owen is supposed to start over... to live again. But how do you begin when the past won't let go? When every breath tastes like a memory? And when forgiveness feels like something meant for someone else? #1 ATTEMPTEDSUICIDE 2026/02/04 #3 BxBxBxBxB 2026/02/04