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Book 2 of No strings attached.



Rules. They seemed to follow him everywhere, yet for whatever reason, he could never stick to them. They were there to keep him on a progressive path- a silent guide to depend on when he didn't know which way to go, but listening to them just complicated things. 

Was love supposed to be this way? Had he illusioned himself into believing this is how things were supposed to be?

Surely life wasn't meant to be this chaotic. If he'd stuck to playing games none of this would've happened because when it came to wasting time, he was a pro.

But now that he'd fallen, it wouldn't just be himself on the line. If he burned, they all burned. So perhaps he could learn to live by a few terms and conditions. After all, this was nothing new to him.


. . . 
The hazel eyed man was becoming tired of this. He'd never once treated this man bad. He'd always tried to be on equal footing with him and make it evident that he didn't look down upon him. But he also had to take into consideration they never met under the right terms. 

Hell, their whole relationship had been nothing but pleasure that eventually escalated into selfish wants. 

And while he knew this, he didn't care. That was in the past. What mattered now was the present and the unpromised future, but if this man didn't want that with him- he'd make it hell for him to get away. 

"You're not going to let me explain what happened?"

The other man sneered disgustedly. "No. We're adults. We have no reason to give explanations to each other. I don't need to hear your reason on why you were doing that just like you don't need to hear my reason on why I want to end this."

"T-that's something you want or are you just pissed?"

"I-it's something I want."

"Well, if that's what you want then I can't change your mind can I?" He asked, taking a step closer and grabbing the younger by his collar, effectively jerking him forward. "If you get what you want, then I want to get something I want as well."All Rights Reserved

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The Art Class (MXM) by Christinagug

Alex, a new student at Breakworth College studying art, struggles with being on time for class. With a lack of friends and no social groups, he finds himself alone and helpless. One encounter after another with Zack, he finds himself debating whether or not Zack is really homophobic and a downright asshole or is trying to hide something about himself; only time will tell. --- I had two options: Say yes or make this situation worse for myself, Deciding on option two, "Zack, you're acting pretty gay for someone who's homophobic," I said slyly. I knew this could only cause him to get angrier, but I knew it was true he was the one who called me a "fag" not even a week ago. "I'm not gay, unlike you; I just know how to get things I want, and you caught my eye. Being my friend is a blessing. You should take the offer," He said, still against my neck. "Aren't you cocky," I replied, trying to stand my ground. Gripping tighter on my waist, he hummed against my ear once again. "I'm getting impatient, Alex. Cut the crap. Say yes already so we can put this past us. I already know I can get you to say Yes," and in a barely audible voice, I heard him say, "I know your weakness". "Now, what weakness could that be-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before a set of teeth sank into the sensitive flesh of my neck, sending an unexpected wave of pleasure through me. "W-wait, not there. Fine, fine. I'll be your friend. Just stop that shit." Zack paused, his breath hot against my skin as he chuckled. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" His tone was dripping with satisfaction, revelling in his perceived victory. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine with a predatory glint. I tried to steady my breathing, my pulse racing from the conflicting sensations. "What is wrong with you?" I muttered, more to myself than to him. The fear and arousal mingled in a way that left me feeling disoriented and vulnerable.

The Citizen Soldier (DNF) by CheetahBoi

!!Trigger warning: suicide, Implied/Referenced Self Harm!! Warnings before sections. . This book is currently discontinued, if I find motivation to finish it it is not in the foreseeable future. . "Trust me." His voice was soft and calming, the way that a good father could be assumed to sound. "This isn't what you want, it never has been and it never will be. Confusion is difficult to work through, but if you just let me help you, I can show you that it can be worked through." He rolled up his sleeve, showing several white streaks across his skin. The other was shocked. "N-no, I'm not good for anything, I'm nothing there's nothing for me." He shook his head many times, holding it in his hands after a bit. "No." "Can I touch you?" The boy who was trying to help this poor soul had approached a few paces. His voice was now quieter, more soft, and still caring. The boy at the bridge took a moment to think, then nodded his approval. The savior gently took the boy's hands delicately in his own and gently pulled the boy back. Well, less of a pull and more of a gentle suggestion. It worked and the boy stumbled down off of the edge. The boy started to cry. How could he be so weak that a boy, the same age as him, who seemed to have the same ideas and hatred toward himself as he, could keep him from stepping off? The other simply gently led him to his vehicle and took out a water bottle out of the backseat. The boy took it and looked at it suspiciously. "It's untampered, look, it's still sealed." Upon seeing this, the boy opened it and took a few sips of water. "Thank you. For the water." The savior smiled. "It's nothing much." He shrugged. "Have a phone? If you want I can put my number in and then you'll always be able to tell someone if you're having a pissy day." Surprisingly enough, the boy agreed. . They would both be around twenty.

TWISTED | myg | 18+✔ by TaesSmellyBreath

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Sold To My Husband (MxB) by xshellyboox

~Book One Of The Sold To Series~ *UNEDITED* Sneak peek.......... "Yes, he's my son, please don't hurt him I'll do anything" he begged. Does my dad finally care about me? But why he gotta tell him I'm his son that now put me in more danger, dammit! "Anything?" the Greek god said once again scanning over my body before licking his lips. "Give me your son," he said smirking which causes his cute dimples to poke out dam- wait what did he say? "Mr. Dragon, Please anything but that" my dad pleaded. Of course, I love my dad and he loves me we just have a fucked up way of showing it but my dad would never give me to this sexy motherfucker. "I'll give you 2 million dollars," Mr. Dragon said I assume that's his surname since that's what my dad called him. "Really?" my dad asked is this dickhead bastard considering it, yes I finally said it and I don't regret it. I'm worth more than that considering I'm a virgin and have a big ass so it's gonna have to be more than that before I let that happen. "Sorry but-'' my dad was about to refuse the offer when he interrupted him with another offer. "4 Million dollars and considered all your debts paid," He said. My dad quickly got up and looked at me before looking back at Mr.Dragon. I know my father is not about to- "OK." my dad said. "Wait! Hold up Mister, I'm 18 which means I'm old enough to make my decision and my dad do not have a say in this!"I yelled. Causing all attention to myself which I quickly regretted. Mr. Dragon face lights up in amusement at what I just did. "Either that or you both die, simple," he says looking me in the eyes. Why are his eyes so damn intimidating?! *Sorry not really good at descriptions * WARNING!: MATURE LANGUAGE AND CONTENT!!!!! Voices- Rank #5 to Rank #3 to Rank #1 Sold-Rank #13 to Rank #7 Mxb- Rank #9 to Rank #4 Mpreg - Rank #2 Bought - Rank #2 Bxm - Rank #2 Anyway, hope you enjoy! :)

Arrogant Destiny by lionesslona

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Chasing December (#wattyawards2015) by lalamusicisme

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The Man Behind the Screen by Knightstar192227

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Little Sweet Dreamer by Leeleeace1

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Reap the Earth at Which you Stand [boyxboy] by FKNichols17

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The Art Class (MXM)

Alex, a new student at Breakworth College studying art, struggles with being on time for class. With a lack of friends and no social groups, he finds himself alone and helpless. One encounter after another with Zack, he finds himself debating whether or not Zack is really homophobic and a downright asshole or is trying to hide something about himself; only time will tell. --- I had two options: Say yes or make this situation worse for myself, Deciding on option two, "Zack, you're acting pretty gay for someone who's homophobic," I said slyly. I knew this could only cause him to get angrier, but I knew it was true he was the one who called me a "fag" not even a week ago. "I'm not gay, unlike you; I just know how to get things I want, and you caught my eye. Being my friend is a blessing. You should take the offer," He said, still against my neck. "Aren't you cocky," I replied, trying to stand my ground. Gripping tighter on my waist, he hummed against my ear once again. "I'm getting impatient, Alex. Cut the crap. Say yes already so we can put this past us. I already know I can get you to say Yes," and in a barely audible voice, I heard him say, "I know your weakness". "Now, what weakness could that be-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before a set of teeth sank into the sensitive flesh of my neck, sending an unexpected wave of pleasure through me. "W-wait, not there. Fine, fine. I'll be your friend. Just stop that shit." Zack paused, his breath hot against my skin as he chuckled. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" His tone was dripping with satisfaction, revelling in his perceived victory. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto mine with a predatory glint. I tried to steady my breathing, my pulse racing from the conflicting sensations. "What is wrong with you?" I muttered, more to myself than to him. The fear and arousal mingled in a way that left me feeling disoriented and vulnerable.