*Mature themes*/Trigger Warning!* [BoyxBoy Story] *Read Tags* Orphan. Slut. Oliver Angel was soft but the world made him grow accustomed to it's reality. _ Delinquent. Protector. Seth Bailey was only interested in things he deemed worthy of his attention. So, was Oliver Angel worth it? ONGOING: No COMPLETED: Yes

The past is always out to bite us in the ass. Seth was a previous gang member and did things any gang member would do. He made mistakes. Although, did he deserve to be kidnapped and tortured for them? Revenge, it haunts us...

Dylan smashed his lips against mine. Slipping his tongue in, intertwining our tongues together. "Mmhm...ha...ha...s-stop" I said panting. He lifts my shirt up and caresses my skin, making me tremble. Dylan moves his hand up to my chest and ru- "Ah!" I moaned, shocked by the sound I made. Did I just moan? From getting my nipple played with? "You like that?" Dylan said, giving me a sly grin. "N-no...hng!" Fuck this is embarrassing. I need to get away from him, before we go any further. I try to push him away but he won't budge. What the hell, how strong is h- gasp- Dylan slides his hand down my pants, touching my dick. "Stop!" I yelled, shoving him off me. He grabs my waist, stroking my dick from behind. "ahhh...mm...s-stop it" I said moaning in pleasure. Damnit. Why does he keep doing this? "No" Dylan said. What? This fucke- "I can't forget that night...you can't either, right?" he said. Disclaimer: This is my first Wattpad story, I have no experience in writing what so ever. So excuse the bad writing, grammar, pace, and story. Also, I don't own any images you see in this story.

Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020

When eighteen-year-old Madin is forced to disguise himself as a girl and serve in the royal palace, he only wants to survive the ordeal and return home. But fate has other plans when the crown prince chooses him as a personal servant. Madin's delicate features make his disguise convincing, but his quiet demeanor and innocent charm begin to capture the prince's attention in ways no one expected. As the prince grows closer to Madin, the lines between duty and desire blur. A powerful love blossoms-until the shocking truth is revealed: Madin is not the girl the prince fell for but a boy hiding behind a mask. Betrayed and furious, the prince struggles with his feelings, torn between love and rage. The undeniable attraction he feels defies everything he has been taught about power, identity, and duty. Madin, meanwhile, finds himself trapped between his growing feelings for the prince and the dangerous consequences of his deception. Passion turns to chaos, and love becomes a battle neither of them expected to fight. Will their connection survive the truth, or will the prince's anger destroy them both? A story of forbidden love, identity, and the courage it takes to accept oneself-and others-against all odds.

Seventeen year old supermodel, Nyxon Steffano, is burnt out. He's been strutting the runways and posing for pictures as long as he remembers. When a betrayal by his very own parents drive him over the edge, Nyxon tries to end his suffering on his own time. After a failed suicide attempt, his uncle Jack Steffano comes to the rescue taking Nyxon to live in his small town with him. For the first time in his life, Nyxon gets the chance to lead a normal teenage life, even attending the local public high school. On a normal night at the local grocery store, Nyx spots a tiny white-haired boy that inexplicably makes his heart flutter. Seventeen-year-old Colton Delaney is the product of an accident between a john and a prostitute. Colt lives the life nobody would want to live. Physically and sexually abused by his alcoholic stepdad, a mother that could care less if he even exists, and the target of brutal bullying at school. Colt lives life by keeping his eyes glued to the floor and staying unnoticed. That is, until he meets the gorgeous supermodel. Nyxon blows into Colt's life and shakes it up like a level 5 hurricane. Will the model be able to make the tiny, white-haired boy his or is Colt too damaged to love anyone? Trigger Warning: This book includes graphic depictions of rape, abuse, and a suicide attempt.

"This is so wrong," I whispered as his lips touched my neck. He kissed me softly and sighed against my skin. His breath tickled me, causing me to shudder against him. He pressed his body into mine, backing me into the lockers. He slowly kissed up to the corner of my lips and smiled against my skin with his hands on my hips. "But it feels so right," he whispered against my lips. *TRIGGER WARNING for domestic violence *

Elijah Rosen, an introverted seventeen year old with a love for football, sneaks out almost every night to get away from the problems he faces during the day. He feels like his anxiety is taking over his life, and the only place he can go to escape it is the pitch black night right outside his window where he can be alone and let his thoughts run wild. But after he finds Adam Chang sitting at the bottom of an empty pool in the early hours of the morning with puffy red eyes and bruised hands, he begins to find comfort in something other than the dark. Only, Adam has a few problems of his own. And with pressure coming from his family, his friends, his school, and his own mind, Elijah isn't sure how he'll make it through the year. ------- "I think if you weren't here, I wouldn't be okay. I'd..." I trailed off, not wanting to say the words that we both knew were true. "Hey," he said softly, "I'm just glad I'm here, then." He started to let go of me, but I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him like I never had anybody else before. "I'm glad you are too." (featured by FreeTheLGBT: 1/13/2022)

Two boys meet. One of them, a smartarse living in a world of idiots. The other, and incredibly annoying idiot - so annoying, in fact, that he manages to annoy his way into the other's life and refuses to leave. But what does it take for them to realise how much they actually care for each other? How much do they have to suffer? Dark secrets lead to dangerous situations, and possibly something stronger than friendship.

Alex Sawyer never thought much of it when he was approached to 'keep an eye out' for Isaac Anderson. Well, sure he had his reservations about that boy -the loud, obnoxious kid from the football team- but he never expected himself to be dragged onto a journey uncovering dark secrets and heinous crimes that were never meant to see the light of day. In picture perfect Bethlehem, image was all that mattered. And people were willing to do just about anything to keep their smiling facades spotless.