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My name is Caleb Greyson, I’m eighteen, unwanted by my parents, unwanted by God, abandoned by the only boy I ever loved—traded out like garbage for my mother’s sister.So if you’re looking for a happy love story, you will be disappointed.The university of Delaware would save me, or that’s what I thought, somewhere I could forget who I used to be.The old red buildings, beautiful towering trees, sunlight reflecting on ancient stones, everything looked perfect from the outside. Who knew pretty things could have sharp teeth?Now I’m trapped in a cracked room, with Lukas Carter, a closeted, arrogant and angry hockey player, deep in denial for a roommate.Then Tony, sweet, lonely Tony, who built his life around Lukas, gave up his whole future just to be close to Lukas. Standing in the same place for years, just waiting to be wanted.I didn’t want to get close, didn’t want to care. But we’re all slaves to loneliness. Now I’m drowning in secrets, addictions, and the wreckage of boys who only know ruin, need and the ugly parts of wanting too much from people who never promised anything.And Tyler Brown? I don’t want to talk about him.

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Everette and Jack know next to nothing about romance novels.... or women. So when they accidentally join a book club full of both, they have no idea what to think. But, as the book and time goes on, the ladies in their book club become more interested in a different plot. The love lives of both men.

Some people have a good life, some people have a great childhood, well some people have a roof on top of their head. But not me, I’m different than most people, I lived in my car, worked in the local library, I was no one, add to that being a little doesn’t really help my case at all. It was all going to downward to hell, until I met them, I’ve met her first, then her husband and they wanted me, homeless, bookworm and all. This our story, our adventures, and our love. Contains ddlg and mdlg, you’ve been warned. Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.

The Devereux enigma brothers had spent years making his life a living hell. Evander and Lysander Devereux were rich, powerful, and devastatingly charming. Every girlfriend he ever loved eventually ended up in their arms. Every relationship became another trophy for the infamous heirs. They stole everything from him... and laughed while doing it. Their favorite joke? His virginity. Humiliated beyond endurance, he made a reckless decision. One night. One anonymous encounter. One chance to escape the shadow of the people who had spent years tearing him apart. "Destroy me." Blindfolded and trembling, he offered himself to the shadows. For the first time in his life, he felt wanted. Then the blindfold came off. His heart stopped. Evander and Lysander... his rivals and tormentors. The men who had spent years stealing every woman he had ever cared about. "How... how could it be you?" he whispered. The mockery vanished from their faces, replaced by something far more dangerous. Obsession. What should have remained a humiliating secret became the beginning of an obsession neither brother could control. Then Augustus Devereux entered the picture. The billionaire patriarch wasn't his stepfather. He was the powerful man dating his cruel stepmother. And from the moment Augustus discovered the secret connecting him to his sons, something changed. The Devereux men were known for their power, wealth, and ruthlessness. Sharing was never in their nature. Yet somehow, he became the exception. "Do you know what fascinates me most?" Augustus asked softly. "Not that my sons want you." His gaze darkened. "It's that none of us can seem to walk away." Now caught between two possessive heirs and the dangerous patriarch who should be completely off-limits, he becomes the center of an obsession that threatens to destroy them all. Because the Devereux men never share... except for him.

I suffered from a skin condition. I scratched myself in the library, and millions of netizens spammed my private inbox. Only then did I find out that a girl accused me of harassing her. I took out my diagnostic report to defend my innocence, but the girl cried pitifully. “You really know how to make an excuse for yourself! How could someone innocent like me frame you?” Even my elder brother spoke up for her! “Why would she frame you of all people? Can’t you take a look at yourself?” I could not bear the cyberbullying, and I died from a sudden heart attack the day before the court hearing. My grandfather could not accept my death, and he collapsed into a coma. My parents cut off ties with my brother before they committed suicide at home. Meanwhile, the girl did not just successfully make her way into graduate school, but she also dug open my grave and used my ashes to make fireworks. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when she had asked me to reserve a seat in the library.