"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

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

{BoyxBoy} "Well I need a wife, if you haven't noticed a wedding is supposed to take PLACE!!" Gustavo yelled making me shrink in fear. He's one scary dude. "Where are we going to get a bride?, It's late" his mother said trying to reason with him. His eyes roamed around the room before it landed on me. "What about him?" Gustavo suggested, his eyes boring into mine, making me shrink a little with fear and discomfort. I wasn't scared of him, it was just that I'm naturally a shy person, so obviously someone who was oozing with such aura would make me panic a bit. "He looks just like his sister, the same skin colour, his hair is shorter but we can work with it" he was talking to himself now, but his gaze was still fixed on me. His eyes then darted to his mother who looked the same as my mother, stressed. "Put him In her wedding clothes, mother go tell the priest not to add the kissing part, I want the wedding short and fast" he said before leaving the room. Slamming the door in anger, which made me flinch ----------- You guys might not know it, but you guys mean so much to me for the love and support you've given me and my book, thank you so much ❤️🫂 100k reads??? And 3k votes?????Y'all are Amazing people 🥹❤️❤️😭

Everything he did was for me. And everything I did was for him. I broke his heart. A heart I cherished. A heart he entrusted me with. A heart he loved me with. This was the last place I thought I'd see him. This was the last way I thought we'd meet again. I don't think I can walk away a second time. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Important My books are written explicitly for a MATURE AUDIENCE 18 YEARS AND OLDER. There will be some instances/scenes/suggestions of sexual acts, crude language and will portray gay relationships between males. If you do not enjoy stories of this nature please leave now. I will not condone/defend/accept any sort of attacks on my stories, my characters or myself. It is well within your right to choose what type of entertainment you prefer but I will not be blamed for your curiosity. Read at your own risk. *******************************************************************

Ah, screw it! I'm not your dog, not your whore, and certainly not your lover. I'm Prof. Steve Finley. I teach English Lit to snot-nosed students. I'm a failed writer - those who cannot do, teach. Don't give me that look, Jack. You're a shady gangster and you don't know anything about writing or about me... Stop hiding my clothes. Stop leaving me notes with orders. Stop being so adorable when you're supposed to be the bad guy. We're in this messed up situation because of you. You're the jerk here, aren't you? Be cruel. Be awful. Because I'm falling and there's a long way down to rock bottom. Who the Hell am I? I'm Not Steve. ___This is a Psychological Romance___in which Every Detail Matters___ Reader feedback (:D): "I have 20 minutes to study 3 years of work for my maths tests... what am I going to do instead? READ MY FAVOURITE BOOK!" - Beano (@Starb0y) " I've been on this site for far too looooong, and sadly you can easily count just how many quality gay mature stories are in here. So when I stumbled upon yours I found myself immersed, made me interested in Wattpad again. Totally love this book, keep up the great work. " - @fishballsamurai Book 1 of the Kairos series. COMPLETED. Enjoy, leave a comment and follow for updates. :) **Graphic Content 18 **This is a Gay Erotic Novel of sorts**WARNING**You might enjoy it**

" 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

{BxBxB} "Come on princess-" he was cut off mid sentence "Don't fucking call me that" Micheal growled out, his fist clenching and unclenching, indicating he was really angry. But Von did not care, he stared at the angry man in front of him before smirking at him. "there's no harm in sharing now" he had a huge grin on his face, he stepped closer to me, pulling me to his front, before he bit down on my earlobe. I just know his eyes are staring hard at Micheal. He moved his hand to my stomach, I tilted my head back a little to stare at his face, he stared down at me and winked making my stomach flip, he then turned his attention back to a not so angry Micheal. He felt around my stomach, his touch feeling very sensual and it made me feel fuzzy inside. "You know you want him as bad as I do" he continued, his other hand moving to my neck, squeezing it lightly. "Let's share him, I don't want to have to fight you for him" he squeezed it harder this time making me moan. "And we don't want to break his heart now do we" with that he removed both his hands from my body making me miss the touch. I watched him walk up to Micheal, he extended his hand and took Micheal's hand pulling him to my direction. He took Micheal's hand and wrapped on my neck. "Come on....show him who's daddy" he smirked, his eyes not leaving mine as he spoke. I felt Micheal move closer and his grip on my neck tightened. Von went back to his original place, he started trailing kisses on my ear. His hand in my trousers just on top my underwear covered dick. "You really don't mind sharing?" Micheal asked von, his brow raised. "I'm over the whole jealousy thing" Von shrugged. "And my baby is going to need someone to take care of him when I'm done with him" Von then turned my face and immediately took my lips in his, aggressively making out with me. I opened my eyes a bit and saw him looking forward. He was looking at Micheal. ___________ I suck at descriptions. This book is kinky❤

Sitting down on the soft king size mattress I ran my fingers threw my hair in frustration and undo the first two of my buttons while removing my tie when a very angry Dana stood in front of me. Her hands on her hips, "What the hell Michael." I raised my head to look up at her. "How could you? At my wedding. You humiliated me." Standing up I pulled her closer to me, "I'm sorry." Is all I could muster. "You're sorry! You called another woman's name at our wedding, and not just any woman my sister and all you could say is your sorry." What else is there to say. "Tell me Michael did you sleep with her." Her question baffled me. How was I to answer. My face probably had guilt written all over. "Michael, you did!" I didn't answer and she took that as a yes. "At least deny it please." Her sobs only made me feel regret. "Hit me, punch me, slap me I don't care. I deserve it." Dana took that opportunity to throw slap after slap when she suddenly flinch. "Is that..." Slowly she pulled back my collar, "Take it off." "What?" "Your clothes off now." In a haste Dana removed my clothes only to find evidence planted on my chest and neck. Scratches and bite marks. "You, had sex during our wedding." I could hear the shocking gasps in her voice. "Tell me Michael, when, was it before or during." I couldn't lie to her I didn't want to lie to her, "Before and during." I answered truthfully. "Michael Black, how could you. How long." "How long what?" "How long have you been sleeping with my sister." **************Warning for mature audience only*******************

"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...

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚔𝚘. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚟𝚒𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗'𝚜 god brother 𝚃𝚊𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝙾𝚟𝚒𝚎. . . . (𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢'𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 💕) . . . Also this book is based off of one of my favorite movies, however I'm changing a few things because I don't wanna couple their work. . . . . (Major editing needs to be done)

" 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.

Allister is brand new to the world of work; fresh out of high school. His boss is nothing like he expects and very quickly his learning that his office job isn't going to be as boring, mundane and straight forward as he thought it would. Unfold with him the new pleasures and experiences he learns whilst also being by his side with all his lows that come with them. **"You're pissing me off!" I shout. "Yeah? You're fucking pissing me off! Don't kick my car Allister or I will leave you here." He threats. "Leave me here. I don't care anymore. All you've done from the moment we met is annoy me. You think you're better than me." I shout at him. "I am better than you!" He yells. I huff undoing my seatbelt throwing it over my shoulder making it clash onto his door as I then swing it open and throw myself out him following coming around the car to me. "What are you doing?" He asks angry at me. "Going home!" I scream. "I'm not playing. Get in my fucking car Allister or else-" His madder than I've heard anyone be. I cut him off turning away a good enough distance from him to not feel intimidated. "Or else you'll bend me over your desk and do nothing again? Fuck you." I grin. He quickly starts pacing towards me as I stand my ground trying to not show that his bothering me but honestly I'm slightly scared of him right now. After all I don't know this guy... not really. "My car. Now." He spits as he gets in front of me. I hold still acting confident. "You will have to make me." I smirk. "I will throw you over my shoulder and make a huge scene. Act your age and walk to my car, sit in it we will talk like adults and work something out."** If you enjoyed 'This isn't what friends do' then give this a try. New completed story. Disclaimer! Everybody in the story is of legal age here where set in the UK

When the best day of your life turns into your worst nightmare, you stand in decent company. Deklyn Jackson begins his journey to adulthood saying difficult goodbyes and extraordinary hellos. Friends new and old help navigate the murky waters of a changing tide. "You want me to stop?" He asked. "Yes." I breathed out too slowly. "Okay" he shrugged without moving. "Okay?" I asked breathlessly. "I won't do anything you don't want me to do." He promised. "No" I whimpered. "No?" He questioned. "No, I don't want you to stop." I clarified. Time stood still as his eyes grew wider. The captivating blue freezing me in their trance. ^^^^All my writings are completely my own. Please do not copy or share my content without expressed written consent. Any and all coincidences to any other story are purely unintended. Please do not use any portion of my writings in a manner as to claim it as your own.^^^^ If you are reading this story on any other platform aside from Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk for Malware. If you want to read this story in its original, safe form please go to https://my.w.tt/Qrr4QBdZ88. Thank you. ANY MUSIC, PICS OR GRAPHICS DO NOT BELONG TO ME. I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM.

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)

"Eat." I ordered as I pressed the spoon against his lips but in return, earned a cold glare from him. Before I knew it, his arm swung out and knocked the spoon and bowl away from my hands, causing the soup to spill all over the floor and the porcelain bowl to smash into pieces along with the spoon. "What the hell man?!" I screamed at him, pissed off by his spoilt brat act. However, he seemed to have not heard me as he just stared silently out of the window again with the same lonely, despair-filled eyes. I wonder what he's thinking off to make him seem so depressed. Sighing in defeat, I cleared up the mess he made before walking out of the room silently as he continued to watch the scenery outside emotionlessly. He looks so fragile and delicate like that, I can't help but want to protect him. I must be nuts. I want to protect the guy who pissed me off so badly. So that ^ is just an inside of what's going to happen. Please read the story to find out what happens in the end. Highest ranking: #241 in romance (08/03/18) #2 in gayromance #701 in mxm #814 in yaoi #79 in threesome [Book 1 of the Lethal Passion Series] - Glow In The Dark (completed) [Book 2 of the Lethal Passion Series] - The King's Assassin (completed)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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?

"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!

Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...