" Let's keep this on the down-low. Nobody has to know. " He cooed in my ear, pushing up on me like a dog in heat. " I'm quick to cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable. " I smirked, pushing his face back with my palm. He continued to pursue me knowing he had a secret of his own. I liked the way he set his eyes upon me and determined he'd have me. He made me feel comfort in all areas that I'd lacked before. There was something burning in the back of my mind... was he really mines? We only spoke late night, and those conversations were brief. When he was around me he was like a kid in a candy store trying to get his hands on anything he could from me. That was until I saw him... with another. That's where his time had been going. As he secrets unfolded I realized he'd been Creepin' All Rights Reserved

"Stop being so loud princess its 6 in the morning," he got up and put on his pants "Starring now our we princess?" he said cockily "Whats there to see?" I said sarcastically looking away. He walked up to me and moved my head to face him "Do I need to remind you about last night, princess?" I moved away from his hand and back up "No, I'm leaving" "Oh so soon," he said clearly trying to annoy me "Yes, I shouldn't have stayed, to begin with, and if you ever tell anyone about this I'll have your head." "Oo looks like I was wrong about you, you're, not a princess you're a queen, of hearts," he said smirking as I slammed the door and ran down the stairs and out the door and called Melissa as I started walking home. And I unknowingly left the key's to my motorcycle there along with my underwear!

"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me. "Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure. "With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his. Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered. As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath. Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree. Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell. I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood! He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...

One night that's all it was supposed to be. One night of freedom with a stranger. That's all it was supposed to be or something more. Maybe even a sex buddy. Who knew having affair with a married man could be so fun and exciting? So dangerously sexy. I know what you're thinking, he's so full of himself. Oh, sweetie, I didn't start the whole affair, Max did. I simply wanted a sex buddy. I just didn't know having one could lead to . . . love. A deep, dark painful love. It's more than lust, more than envy, I want Max and I don't care if he's married or not. Mature rating

❝"Milo please tell me this is you?" "...Yea, it's me." I bitting back a smile as my arms subconsciously drifted around him. One hug. One hug wouldn't hurt. One sentimental moment wouldn't hurt. "I've missed you." He hugged tighter, and I felt like I was going to snap. "M-Me too, but you're going to fucking snap me in half if you hug any tighter." I gasped and I felt him quickly let go and pull away. "Sorry. I just didn't think I'd see you after so long." He looked at my outfit. "You changed your style." "You too." I say. He has on white shorts that has two draw strings lazily hanging, with a plain black shirt. I clear my throat, "Yea, I just wanted to say hey to my new roommate, but um- yea, see you!" I quickly dart down the stairs, my face was getting redder by the second. I didn't want him to suspect I still like him. But my wrist was caught by a hand when I made it to the living room. "Did I do something wrong?" "No, why would you think that." I try to play it off with a laugh, but it was an awkward laugh, like I was nervous. Which I was. And he clearly caught on. "Because you're literally running away." I hear walking and I look up, and shit. There was Damien. His signature dragon tattoo on his arm, the soft green eyes his and everything that made him, him. He looked up and saw us. His eyelids raised as his mouth opened a little. "Caleb... Milo?"❞ _________ 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 (07/28/24) 𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕 (11/15/24)

" this all is your fucking fault" all of a sudden I was slammed against my locker,towering over me was my arch enemy 'Sam the Dam'. My head was pounding against the hard surface,I hissed in pain glaring straight to him. He was fuming with anger like a predator ready to attack his prey. He stretched his right hand to grab my neck and placed the left one on my shoulder to keep me still. He lowered his chin to my ear and snarled "you are fucking dead 'Meth' ,if I have a slightest clue of your involvement in this shit, I will hunt you down till your last breath". I was choking on air and my vision was a blur ,for a while I thought I was going to die .Mustering all the courage that I could have found, I yanked him away from me. Mean while I was gasping for the air, that dickhead had his usual cocky smirk. I aimed at him and broke his nose ,blood oozing in droplets" want to mess with me Sammy! , first of all clear your own shit, you son of a bitch! "with that I punched hard-on his lower abdomen while he was still holding his bleeding nose, I left the locker room with a sense of victory. Two competent boxers who can't stand each other for a moment without insulting.... Ultimately fall in love. Man*man gay romance leave if you are homophobic.

I look up at Todd's window and grimace when I see him gently pushing Jennifer into his room. So that's where he went. My stomach clenches painfully as I watch him pull her in for a slow kiss and I quickly drop to the floor when he suddenly breaks off the kiss and looks directly at me. The last thing I need is for him to think that I'm being a creeper and spying on him. I hold my breath for a few seconds before cautiously peering over the edge of the window, looking into his room. My mouth goes dry as I watch him peel off his shirt and throw it onto the floor behind him. I didn't realize he was so buff. I knew he was athletic, but I didn't expect him to have a six pack. Licking my dry lips, I watch in envy as Jennifer says something to him, making the muscles in his stomach contract and release as he laughed with her. I shake my head. She has no idea how lucky she is. I'd kill to be her right now. I mean, Todd's attitude leaves a lot to be desired, but that doesn't stop him from being the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. It must be the contrast between his dark hair, tanned skin and bright blue eyes. And those muscles. Wow. I suppose his attitude could be fixed. Definitely. It's a little magic trick called duct tape. WARNING: This book will contain Boyxboy sex scenes, graphic violence and swearing. This is Book One in the Cliched Love Series. Keep an eye out for the second one, which is called The Things We Do :) <3

"This is it, babe," he said as he stroked my arm. "Our first night in our new place... a brand new start for both of us

MxM STORY! YOU DON'T LIKE IT, THEN PLEASE READ ANOTHER STORY. PLEASE DON'T WASTE ANYONE'S TIME BY WRITING NEGATIVE COMMENTS. STRONG LANGUAGE! READ AT OWN RISK! X RATED!!!!! Michael Jackson is a 31 year old single dad. He looses his job at a repair auto shop. The only thing in his life making him feel happy and warm inside is his 6 year old daughter. Her birthday is coming up and he promised her a pink bike. But the store manager raises the price of the bike, making it impossible for Michael to buy it at the moment. Little does he know, the bike starts a relationship with a very handsome man named Brandon Clifford. Brandon runs his father's company and is very wealthy. He buys the bike for Lilly and Michael promises to repay the favor. A very unusual relationship sparks, causing both men to question their beliefs. Will they settle their differences and love each other? Or will their beliefs drift them apart?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trigger Warnings ×Self Harm(minor) ×Sexual Content(minor/only good gay smut between 2 people who love each other lol) ×Abuse(major) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He hovered over the tiny boy easily. The smell of Amber radiating from him although his home smells like forest and whiskey and cigars. "You aren't the pizza man." He frowns his deep voice pertruding through Liam's ears. The man taking out the cigar and putting it in the ash tray. This man was very intimidating. "U-uh I'm from t-the ap-partment next d-door." Liam said knees wobbly. Of course he was scared. Liam didn't even come up to his shoulder yet as he was up to his elbow. Strong Australian accent.... Axle thought "Huh..." He says nodding leaning against the door frame. Oh my god. He's actually really hot. But it's obvious he's straight. My straight-ar and gay-dar are never wrong. It's telling me he's straight....Liam thought. "I-I'm L-Liam Walker." He said finally making eye contact. "Hello, Liam. I am Axle Ryder." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~