Comedy LGBTQ+ Web Novels & Dominant Hate to Love Stories

Lucas hates Mateo. Not just because he’s arrogant, a player, and acts like rules don’t apply to him… but because he’s the guy who broke the person Lucas cares about most. Mateo can’t stand Lucas either. Too righteous. Too intense. Too hard to ignore. On the ice, they’re rivals. Every game is a battle. Every hit, a chance to take each other down. But everything changes when they find out their parents are in love… and about to get married. Overnight, they go from enemies… to living under the same roof. Now they can’t avoid each other. Can’t ignore each other. And definitely can’t stop looking. Because the closer they get, the more dangerous it becomes. Hate starts to blur into something else. Something neither of them wants to admit. And this time… they’re not playing fair.

It was a godforsaken dare. If anyone asked Knox why he created a fake profile to mess with the most insufferable bastard alive—his emotionally constipated, tyrannical military captain, Victor Wallace—he’d blame his roommate. Stupid dare. Simple mission. Pretend to be a woman, reel the bastard in, and wreck him. Easy, right? Wrong. What started as a joke spiralled into late-night messages, dangerous vulnerability, and a slow-burning obsession Knox didn’t see coming. Victor wasn’t supposed to open up. Knox wasn’t supposed to care. And yet—here they are, stuck together in a steel tomb of chain-of-command and unchecked tension, where one wrong word could start a fire. It was supposed to ruin Victor. Now it’s ruining Knox. Because when you play games with monsters, don’t be shocked when one starts looking back in the mirror. This was never just a dare. Now it’s war. Read and find out.

I hated Seth Mallory with everything I had. He hated me just as much. If he drove a knife through my heart, I’d probably thank him. That’s how it’s always been—fire and ice, rivals to the core. Until the day he found out my secret. I’m gay. He’s not. End of story, right? Except it wasn’t. Seth Mallory, my worst enemy, wasn’t just angry. He was obsessed—with me. With teasing me, taunting me, and tempting me in ways I couldn’t resist. It was all fun and games, playing with the enemy, until it wasn’t. Because Seth isn’t who I thought he was. And when the game we started spirals out of control, I’m not sure either of us will survive the fallout—on the ice or off.