At first glance, nobody would be able to tell that Nathaniel Jean had a problem. Or second glance, or third, or fourth. After all, he had everything. He was a captain of his school's soccer team and one of the top players in the state. He had a big house and money to spend. He had family, he had friends, he had fun, he had faith. He never meant for it to happen. He never wanted to look at another man in the way he should have been looking at a woman. The idea had disgusted him for most of his life - living in a heavily Catholic town with heavily Catholic parents, homophobia was the only response he knew. That didn't change when he first realized that he didn't like girls. No, Nathaniel Jean was still homophobic. He hated the idea of a man sleeping with another man. He was raised on the notion that all gays went to hell, and he believed it. He despised them, and so he despised himself. Nathaniel Jean was more fortunate than most, because help did arrive for him. Help by the name of Lucas Morgan, they boy he'd always known but never known. The boy with big dreams and bigger talent. The boy that changed Nathaniel's life over the course of their thirty-six week long senior year.

Scar Patterson has everything that a boy could want-good looks, a smoking hot girlfriend, and the chance to receive a full-ride scholarship to his dream school. In an attempt to raise money for his team trip, Scar devises a convoluted plan to host a kissing booth at his hometown's Carnival Week. It's the perfect excuse to kiss beautiful girls and get money at the same time. It couldn't have been any more of a great idea . . . until he has to kiss a boy.

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."

*COMPLETED* (Y.O.L.O stands for: YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE) *** Carter Jones, the school nerd, and Killian Henderson, the reputated troublemaker, somehow end up getting detention together. "How about we make a bet?" Offered Killian, his pistachio-green eyes drilling into mine as a playful smile lingered on his lips. "A bet?" I gulped, intimidated by how close he was sitting next to me. He nodded and raised four fingers, the ones with the letters "Y.O.L.O" tattooed on them, wriggling them in front of me with his ever-so-confident grin. "Four dares, Jones, just you and me." And that's how it all started. *** Rankings: #fiction #featured #queer #gay #depression #bl #youngadult #featured #comedy #bisexual #manxman #teen fiction #boyxboy #bxb #LGBT #romance Cover designed by Holly Thurston

»Sei ehrlich. Ging es dir um mich oder war ich dein Freifahrtschein ins College?« - Als Reys Mutter erkrankt, wird das Leben der Familie Belford auf den Kopf gestellt. Um für die Kosten der Behandlungen und Medikamente aufzukommen, muss sie nicht nur die Highschool abbrechen, in einem kleinen Supermarkt arbeiten gehen, sondern auch den Traum, auf ein renommiertes College gehen zu können, auf Eis legen. Als sie durch einen Zufall dann aber den charmanten Mason Benett kennenlernt, dessen Vater auch noch zeitgleich der Rektor des städtischen Colleges ist, ist die Chance auf einmal zum Greifen nahe. Kurzerhand fasst sie einen Plan. Denn wenn sie es geschickt anstellt, könnte Mason ihre Eintrittskarte zum Studieren darstellen. Cover made by: @-mitternacht-

»Apollo war der gefallene Engel in unserer Geschichte. Seine Unschuld und Schönheit, alles ausgenutzt, bis er fiel, tief und schnell. Und der Aufprall würde hart sein.« ©rapuenzel; 2019 [muss und wird überarbeitet, aber ich bin sehr faul]

Eine beste Freundin hat man für immer. Doch wenn man einen besten Freund hat, wird irgendwann Liebe daraus. Dieses Gerücht hält sich hartnäckig, doch Till und Ella treten den Gegenbeweis an. Ella braucht ihren besten Freund besonders, als das Schicksal für sie bestimmt, dass sie nun in die Studenten-WG ihres Bruders ziehen muss. Eine WG mit drei trinkfesten Studenten, die jeweils ein Y-Chromossomen vorweisen können, 4 Jahre älter sind und sich gerne mal von ihrem Testosteron leiten lassen.

All die Jahre hatten wir geschwiegen, hatten tiefe Gefühle für Freundschaft gehalten und nur das geglaubt, was wir wollten. © LJ Lewis

Eine gute Freundin hat mal zu mir gesagt, sie sehe unsere Mitmenschen einmal kurz an und könne sofort sagen, ob sie mehr sind, als die Summe ihrer Teile. Ganz im Aristoteles-Style. Die meisten sind es nicht. Die meisten sind weniger, nicht Wert, sich mit ihnen zu beschäftigen. Hart ausgedrückt. Ich glaubte in dem Moment zu wissen, wovon sie redete. Ich glaubte auch, Menschen nach einem einzigen Blick beurteilen zu können. Ich war mir sicher: Chico war weniger, als die Summe seiner Teile. Viel weniger. Hätte ich doch nur früher geahnt, was für ein absoluter Bullshit das war.