An explosive encounter... He was rich, handsome, could get any man or woman he wanted...so why this sexy brat? He just had to have him. There was dislike/hatred, lust, uncontrollable passion, then unconditional love. It was pure bliss! This story contains hot graphic sexual scenes...lots of it, mind-blowing passion and total hotness. Don't say i didn't warn ya. Peace! (Cover by the amazing SuperSonicPaGer)

Ian Becker, an innocent teenage boy, ends up in an all boys mental hospital after a life-ruining misunderstanding. He isn't like the rest of the boys there. He isn't crazy. He doesn't hear voices, get into ruthless fights or want to die. He doesn't belong with them. Does he? Start date: 5/2/20 End date: 5/30/20 Tags: #1 in boyxboy #1 in bl #1 in humor #1 in bxb #2 in mxm #3 in lgbt

(Boyxboy) Caleb is a sarcastic, and extremely rude boy, who doesn't get along well with others. He's also gay, but no one knows yet except for his best friend Sadie. Jason is an angry boy, who by circumstance is thrust into Calebs' familys' hands. How will these two conflicting boys get along when they start to think about things that they never had to think about before. Copywrite Warning.

Asher Finch has always been one of seven. His identity has been wholly and completely defined by the fact that he is the youngest Finch. When he decides he can no longer deal with the burden of being the worst Finch he decides to take matter into his own hands.

Lake doesn't like parties, he especially doesn't like getting drunk by drinking the alcoholic punch on accident, and he really doesn't enjoy following his friends to go trick or treating and somehow finding himself lost and alone in a graveyard. There is a tall figure sitting calmly on a large gravestone, so dark he appears as a silhouette, his tapered cloak moving in the wind as though suspended in water. Lake walks up to him, made of curiosity, bravery and booze. The tall man stands to tower over him, in his left hand a scythe is raised and the blade glints in the moonlight, darkness reaching out from him like a thick fog. Cold red eyes pin Lake down. "Who disturbs this halfway realm of death? Who dares to approach the harbinger..." But the little human in front of him seems unafraid. His large blue eyes squint as he reaches through the black fog and presses his hand on his chest. "Wow, that's really cool, how do you do that?"

"Babe, where are you this is awkward" Dawson muttered into the phone before throwing a semi-smile at the man just basking himself on the bed. This was so stereotypical of his girlfriend, make a plan, quite literally force him into it and just bail. Giving another shy smile he sent numerous texts in a row, his face straining from trying to keep up the facade. All month his girlfriend had been bugging him about wanting a threesome, threesome this, threesome that and when she finally organized one and tricked Dawson into coming, she wouldn't pick up her fucking phone. Despite what he knew would upset his girlfriend, if she didn't show up in the next five minutes he would be well on his way home and if his girlfriend wanted to fuck this guy, then go ahead. But he wasn't staying in the awkward tension any longer then he could muster up. "Hey, I mean if you lied about having a girl come because you thought I wouldn't be into this, it's all right with me" the man said his eyes skimming Dawson body up and down with a lustful look in his eye "I'd do you just by your lonesome" that last word made him flinch and slump backwards in his seat. This is what trusted a barely their girlfriend got you, apparently being thought of as gay and a liar "no, no my girlfriend she's just running late" he tried to clear his name while waiving his phone wildly.