Teardrops On My Guitar
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When Did My Skin Start To Burn? (Stray #1)
Former Title: Fault Beneath the Stars Stray Boys Series #1 | 🍉 They told me I wasn't in the Book. That in the grand design of the Divine, there was no ink wasted on people like me. It is hard to live as a gay man in a society that is blind, or worse, a society that chooses blindness in the name of faith. They preach love while teaching us to hate ourselves. Because of them, your skin burns even while you are still far from hell. To be gay is to be mocked, bruised, prayed over like a disease, and treated as something less than human. They hurt us for one simple reason: we are not written in their "Holy Book" the way they are. We were never named. Never claimed. Not even spared a footnote. And perhaps that is why it is so easy for them to erase us. I grew up in a house heavy with rosaries and sacred texts, a home that echoed with novenas every Thursday morning. I learned early how to kneel, how to bow my head, and -- most of all -- how to hide. I buried my truth so deep that even I forgot what it sounded like to speak it aloud. It is hard to be gay. Harder when you fall in love with someone just like you. "That's wrong." "That's a sin." "You're going to hell." They say it like a prayer. But can they really blame me? Because in that so-called "sin," I finally found myself. In that love they condemn, I learned how to breathe without fear. With him, my wings grew where shame once lived. With him, my skin finally stopped burning. Book Cover By: Souriah Arts
One Stare Billion of Heartbeats
I thought it's only one stare,but when you give me your one stare it makes my heart have a billion hearbeats. I thought it's just a one time meet but our paths always cross the line Is it because you are my destiny?? Or Is it because you are the man that i prayed for?? Who would have thought, that i will fall in love to a perfect stranger like you.. But even more with that,im so blessed to have you..Concluída
Playboy Mouth (RaStro)
I like kissing new students whose as good as that of an angel before this school turns them into evil spawns.Concluída
Still Into You
A story of first love, almosts, and letting go-just enough to still hold on. Yunah thought loving Rai meant staying silent. Best friends since high school, she held her feelings close hidden between glances, shared laughter, and the spaces where his heart always seemed to belong to someone else. She was always the friend, never the choice. Until one summer night when everything shifted. Rai never knew what he was losing until Yunah slipped through his fingers-quietly, without goodbye. In the wake of heartbreak and unspoken love, both were left with questions they never had the courage to ask... and answers that came too late. Years later, they cross paths again-not as the same people, but as versions shaped by distance, regret, and the lives they built apart. The spark is still there, flickering beneath old wounds and words left unsaid. But sometimes, love isn't about holding on. Sometimes, it's about setting each other free- even if you're still in them.Concluída
Former Title: Fault Beneath the Stars Stray Boys Series #1 | 🍉 They told me I wasn't in the Book. That in the grand design of the Divine, there was no ink wasted on people like me. It is hard to live as a gay man in a society that is blind, or worse, a society that chooses blindness in the name of faith. They preach love while teaching us to hate ourselves. Because of them, your skin burns even while you are still far from hell. To be gay is to be mocked, bruised, prayed over like a disease, and treated as something less than human. They hurt us for one simple reason: we are not written in their "Holy Book" the way they are. We were never named. Never claimed. Not even spared a footnote. And perhaps that is why it is so easy for them to erase us. I grew up in a house heavy with rosaries and sacred texts, a home that echoed with novenas every Thursday morning. I learned early how to kneel, how to bow my head, and -- most of all -- how to hide. I buried my truth so deep that even I forgot what it sounded like to speak it aloud. It is hard to be gay. Harder when you fall in love with someone just like you. "That's wrong." "That's a sin." "You're going to hell." They say it like a prayer. But can they really blame me? Because in that so-called "sin," I finally found myself. In that love they condemn, I learned how to breathe without fear. With him, my wings grew where shame once lived. With him, my skin finally stopped burning. Book Cover By: Souriah Arts
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