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"You know Luke the more you stutter the cuter you get" And that was the very moment I broke, his emerald eyes burning into me as I folded, his thumb tracing my jaw, a soft smile nudging at his lips, his body lingering over mine, leaning back I couldn't help but stare in a daze, his knee rubbing against my thighs, a soft moan escaping my tongue. This sound only made him smile, maybe I was dreaming but before I knew it his lips had collided with mine. *** Luke knew he wasn't into girls, he could tell by the way his stomach turned at any attractive man. Has he had any experience? Not at all, not even his first kiss. What'll happen when the most popular soccer player in his school begins to take intrest in Luke? Can he keep his cool at how the hot player acts? or will his emotions get the best of him? Can the two keep their relationship in tact when fate shoves challenges along the way? ______________________________________________ [MADE MATURE BY WATTPAD]

"When the night fades into dawn's palette..." Sex, drugs and the death-dealing pressure to make money night after night - It's a steep, downward spiral which 20-year-old Elijah Everdeen has found himself stuck in ever since his parents died. If it weren't for his two siblings, he would have given up years ago. For a long time, he wanted to, thought about it every day even. Sometimes - in the cruelest, darkest of nights - he still does. But if this black-and-white world has really become Elijah's grim reality, then why is this young, mysterious man capable of adding color and a heartbeat to this dreadfully achromatic still life Eli is trapped in? Who is he? And...who is he REALLY? "...the shadows hidden in darkness are unveiled by the light." ~~~~~ DISCLAIMER: The storyline of this book is entirely fictional. All the characters, names, places, legal regulations, events, incidents, organizations and businesses in this story either stem from my imagination or are utilized in an entirely fictitious manner. Any resemblance to the real life, including events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and any deviations from reality are not intended to mock, malign or devalue real morals, laws or happenings. General TW for heavy topics - Please stay safe and prioritize your well-being! © 2024 All rights reserved to @mireyasatura on ��������

"Stop whining like a little princess," Devyn spoke so only he could hear. "The quicker you shut the hell up, the quicker we get this over with." Lexin's pulse skyrocketed as he realized this was actually happening. His scalp burned from the hard grip, but his body welcomed it. Lexin looked at Devyn with shock before his eyes turned to slits, a nasty glare forming. His body jerked when he felt Devyn's other hand rest at the base of his neck, thumb pressing at the dip of his collarbone and throat. The world halted when Lexin felt those soft lips on his neck. His mind went haywire. ~'~ Lexin wasn't depressed. He was aloof, careless, reckless, and had a bad case of insomnia. Which might be symptoms of depression. After his parents pass in a tragic accident, he's forced to move in with Monica Vale, his mom's best friend. Due to his lack of family, she was named his guardian. This would all be good and well. Lexin could go on brooding and driving his life into the dirt. Or at least he could have, if it weren't for her arrogant son, Devyn Vale. Devyn and Lexin had despised each other for years. Since the beginning of eighth grade, they decided they no longer liked each other. Devyn was a goodie two shoes with perfect grades, a captain title for the lacrosse team, a perfect volleyball girlfriend, and an annoyingly large group of friends. Lexin was a bit of a loner. He had claimed the 'bad boy' title at school. Partying had always been his thing, but when his parents died it took a turn for the worse. He had two friends, Christina Faix from second grade and Luca Harrison from the lacrosse team. Other than that, he didn't communicate much unless he was hooking up with some poor soul. Now his lacrosse captain was not only up his ass at school but also lived with him. The two boys are forced into close proximity and things build up for the worse. What happens when the tension explodes at a game of truth or dare in the middle of a party?

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)

"I think I'm gay." I say, leaving out the part about my... exposing dream about him last night. I watched his expression, waiting for some sign that he was angry. I waited for him to call me a faggot, to curse me off and tell me he never wanted to see me again. Instead, I was greeted with his perfect toothy smile. "That's great man, I'm of proud you." He says, patting my arm as he stuffed another cracker in his mouth. "It takes some real balls to come out to someone." He says, his beautiful green eyes blazing into mine. I felt myself become flustered at his gaze. "Uh, Yeah, Thanks." I stumbled out, "You're not mad?" I ask. His expression turns to hurt as he crinkles his eyebrows. "Why the hell would I be mad?" He asks, hesitating on the crackers and pushing them away. "I just thought-it's just- well... you just always seem so pissed when someone mentions the word gay." I spit out words, scared for his reaction. He sighs, "That doesn't fucking mean I hate gays. Normally when I do that it's because someone's using the word 'gay' to hate on them, it just pisses me off, you know?" He asks, bringing the crackers back into his lap and biting into them. "Plus-" He adds on, "You're my best friend, if anything, you being gay is a blessing. I'll always support you." He says, glancing at me through the side of his eyes. I look away, towards the door to hide the crimson blush that I feel spread over my face. "Thanks." I all but squeak out. And that's the day I realized, I have a faint crush on my best friend. <><><><><< THIS BOOK IS BEING *MAJORLY* EDITED. THERES LOTS OF SPELLING MISTAKES AND NAME MIX UPS, SOME CHAPTERS WILL BE REWRITTEN Also, Please don't be mean to the characters, they aren't even close to perfect, but they don't deserve hate.

Ethan Hales always knew that he liked boys, but he soon discovered that he couldn't do anything about it. So he accepted that his life was destined to be lonely and miserable. He pushed himself deeper and deeper into himself, until he couldn't find any more joy within him. He never imagined that someone could change his outlook on life. Until he found a boy in the middle of the football field. His violet eyes, black hair and beautiful smile were enough to make his heart turn. Kaden Prince. Apparently perfect, but something seems to haunt him. Kaden may make Ethan find himself, but will Kaden be found as well?

Two straight guys. The first, twenty-one years old, committed and loyal to his girlfriend for two years. Sociable, kind, and good-hearted. The second, twenty-three years old. He has dated so many girls he can't even remember their names. He has no real friends. In fact, he's disliked by everyone, given his cold and aggressive demeanor. He's perceived exactly as he presents himself. A dark-haired guy with tattoos and attitude problems. "I know what I did was wrong. It was wrong of me to kiss you... You're free to hate me. You can decide never to see me again. But before you go, please eat..." their eyes locked, until he sighed and looked down. "And if that's what you want... I won't bother you again" he said with his head lowered, when he felt the other's hand caressing his face. He shook his head negatively as he stroked his cheek with his thumb. "I don't want that..." 🖤New Chapter : Every Tuesday & Friday🖤 ~ Warning : contains mature content (violence, strong language, sexual content intended for 18+ audiences only) ~ #3 gaylove / 66,1k. stories #2 wattpride / 18,9k. stories #9 lgbtlove / 17,1k. stories

VERSION 1 "Have I ever told you how cute you are?" "I think that's enough alcohol for one night, your jokes aren't funny anymore." "It wasn't a joke though" 'Real sweet but I wish you were sober.' Alexander Halifax, an orphan from the age of 6, after the tragic car crash that instantly killed both his parents, now living alone in a small, crappy apartment with his fat cat, Chubs. In the past he got his young heart ripped to pieces after one -and what he wished was his last- relationship. So, he shut out anything related to that sickening feeling, until he laid his eyes upon the man, deemed the prince of his high school and a walking sun, Aether Andilet. Torn between love and hate, with the work of betrayal, alcohol, and Aether's pretty face, He finds himself spiraling down a whirlpool of love, confusion, and the past. warnings - sexual references, strong language. this is getting re - written! plot still structured around the title, but with more planned plot. V1 will not get edited no matter how many spelling errors/ plot holes as i cannot bring myself to.

"Why are you so fucking scared of the truth?" He seethed. The truth. I slowly brought my hands up to his face and kissed him. I kissed him with a desperation akin to that of defying death. This is the closest to the truth you will ever get. I needed this. For the first time in my life i found myself wanting someone, needing someone. I needed his words, i needed his cruelty, i needed his insults, i needed every bit of him. ** A fracture in his facade. Alystair Satori built walls so high he created an unescapable prison for himself. Cold and indifferent was what he was notoriously known as at the prestigious highly ranked boarding school in England for the rich. The schools new player, Romen Abarra, all he's ever known was alcohol, flirting and running from brutal memories. If only they knew why he left home. What started out as flirting and banters between the unlikely pair turns into something consuming, dangerous and unrelenting love in the chaos of it all. #2 fuckboy

"I have a mate. I marked my mate! I don't know what came over me. The kiss was so intense, and i could feel it all the way down to my freaking toes. It was amazing, it was everything. I got caught up in the moment, and now I've sealed my fate. To someone I wish I didn't. He's gonna be the fucking Alpha of our pack. What am i supposed to do with that? I don't want that responsibility, and I don't need it. I'm not capable of caring about it. So what did I do? Seal. My. Fate." Ethan comes from a happy home. He has the best dads, the best grandpas, and the best uncle. The best Aunts. He's close with all his family, and he loves them dearly. He's not quite sure about his sexuality, but he doesn't really care. He has two dads, and two grandpas for goddess sake. Who care's if hes gay? Ethan's never really experienced a pull toward someone. Until he met Connor Chase. Connor is a few years younger, and has an earthy scent. It's addicting. It's all consuming. Something deep and dark awaken's in Ethan, and he knows this boy has to be his. When Connors ceremony happens, and the truth comes out, Ethan can't stop himself from wanting the boy. And Connor? Never stood a chance. Connor Chase has a lot of issues. His mental health has never been the best, he struggles with his own demons in silence. No one noticed before, so why would they now?