Babyblueeyes Stories

You do know they say that age is just a number right? So does that mean that a seventeen year old is okay to fall in love with a twenty year old? High School Junior Braydon Keane Raines is a boy who loves music, loves the arts, a theatre and band geek, an extreme fanboy for independent female artists, loves to take his time to drool over cute boys on the internet, loves spending time with his gals, and finally, is a hopeless romantic. He is a boy in a school that has no known out homosexual students, he hasn't came out to the whole school yet, even though it seems that he's behind a glass closet. Braydon is a hormonal, homosexual teenage boy who will forever be unapologetically himself. I am Braydon Keane Raines. And I may be in love with a twenty year old man. //Cover credits to @_saywhuut

As the story of Braydon Keane Raines and Dylan James Callaghan unfolds, unending, five years after The Tuxedo Man, the couple is challenged by yet another cluster of obstacles as Braydon finishes college with the pursuit of following his dream of becoming a musician in mind. With a boy trying to reach his dreams and a man simply trying to keep his company alive, doubts and quarrels arise. At this moment, Braydon is weary between the choice of becoming a worldwide artist or being Dylan's faithful partner.

Liam Adler had always been unlucky when it came to love. As usual, Liam and Mia started off as friends... What they are now won't always be a mystery.

Alyden story. A Fanfic story. I fell so hard,so hard that she didn't managed to catch me well and we both got injured. I'm tired thinking of the What ifs and What if not. I just wanted to treasure what we have right NOW. I didn't fall for her just to end up with nothing because when i realized that i love her i knew then that she'll be mine for the rest of my life.

Book One of the Shadowed Skin Series ​Maya lives in the margins of her own life, a carefully constructed world of silence and safety. But that world is being dismantled, piece by piece, by a man who shouldn't exist. Malachi Roux doesn't just enter a room; he materializes-a 6'2" phantom of heavy muscle and ancient ink. He is the shadow that lingers too long, the random apparition in her rearview mirror, a biker king whose predatory silence screams a single word: mine. ​When Maya steps into his sanctuary-a dimly lit tattoo parlor thick with the scent of green soap and the rhythmic, hypnotic buzz of the needle-the trap snaps shut. She thought she was the artist, that her needle was the only thing claiming his skin. She was wrong. ​In a moment of raw, breathless surrender, Malachi demands his brand. Etched in a sharp, thorned script across her chest, grazing the swell of her cleavage, is the Latin vow that binds her to the throne of his wreckage: ​"Mea Regina. Meus Ignis. Hic ad vindicandum." (My Queen. My Fire. Here to claim.) ​As the needle bites into her skin, the pain is a ritual. It isn't just ink; it's an invitation into his ruin. Malachi leans over her, his baby-blue eyes dazed and focused, whispering the truths that will haunt her: ​"Mon enfer a ton nom." (My hell has your name.) ​"Cor meum est carcer tuus." (My heart is your prison.) ​"I don't want your 'yes.' I want the 'no' that dies in the back of your throat when I touch you." ​As a hidden danger from his biker world closes in, Malachi's intensity becomes a cage she no longer wants to escape. She is the altar he worships on, the woman he stalked from the shadows just to bring into his light. Maya must decide if she will run from the flame, or let the man who branded her burn her down just to rebuild her in his image. ​"Her needle. My skin. A cage? We both chose."