Looking For Gay Roommate

Dante Cruz looks untouchable star quarterback, all muscle and tattoos, the guy everyone either wants to be or wants to have. But his grades are tanking, and if he fails one more class, football won’t save him. Eli Summers never expected to room with him. Eli’s a lit major, more at home with novels and coffee stains than roaring crowds. He’s blonde, silly, always running late, and his painted nails drive Dante crazy in ways he can’t explain. What starts with late-night tutoring and bickering over laundry turns into something else something hotter, riskier. A kiss in the wrong place. A touch that lingers too long. Suddenly, keeping boundaries feels impossible. But the campus is watching. Rumors spread fast, and Dante has everything to lose if anyone finds out. Eli has to decide if he’s okay being Dante’s secret or if love this strong deserves to be seen.

"I'm gay." My eyes grow so big as I stop breathing, but two seconds later I'm bursting with laughter. "Okay funny," I finally tone down my laugh as I bring myself to look at him again. But he is still staring at me like he had been when he told me that joke. "Wait," uhh, "Really?" He nods, "Really." "You like... guys?" "I fuck guys." Oh wow, you really can't have it all can you. When he checks all the boxes, suddenly there's this big box he doesn't. The most important box, the top on the list. "You're gay or bi?" Because there's a big difference between those two. "I'm gay." "You never fuck a woman?" "I've never fucked a woman." "Then why the hell would you want me to be your sugar baby? To watch you fuck another man's butthole?" He smirks despite my little mockery. "Oh now it's funny?" "It is," he is still smirking, "But no. It's the opposite of what I wanna do." I bring my arms across my chest as I reply in my all-business tone, "Enlighten me." *** 22 year old Estelle is one of the best sugar babies the agency has ever had. She has the whole package, no dick ever gone soft seeing how perfect she is, both her body and personality. But can she sway Owen into the heterosexual group? After being in that homo-pool all this while?

The moment my roommate walked in, she used my locker. She claimed to have too many things and nowhere else to put them. I rolled my eyes. Why should I let her get her way? I was not her parent. She was no princess, but she acted like one. I was ready to argue, but she tossed 200,000 dollars at me. “At your service, Your Highness!”

Di SMA, Trixie sudah naksir Ken meski dia tahu rahasianya, bahwa Ken itu gay. Banyak wanita menyukainya tapi yang tidak mereka ketahui adalah seperti mereka, Ken juga menyukai pria. Ketika mereka lulus kuliah, Ken dipaksa menikah dengan Trixie karena orang tua mereka, bahkan bertentangan dengan keinginannya, dia setuju meskipun dia sudah punya pacar. Apakah ada harapan bagi seorang gay seperti Ken untuk mencintai gadis yang paling dibencinya? Berapa tahun akan berlalu sebelum Ken menyadari betapa Trixie mencintainya? Apakah mereka selalu seperti anjing dan kucing yang selalu bertengkar?

Five years after I rejected my mate, Shawn, he had become the Lycan King — and most importantly, he now had a beautiful mate. During the Werewolf Alumni Reunion, someone suddenly brought me up. “What’s Kendra been busy with? She hasn’t shown up at a single reunion in years.” Someone sneered. “She’s too busy seducing alphas from other packs — on airplanes.” “On airplanes?” “Yeah. She’s a werewolf flight attendant with FullMoon Airways. They cater to alphas and lunas from all kinds of packs. I’ve seen her on board before. You wouldn’t believe how flattering she acts around those prestigious wolves.” “Really? Kendra’s a werewolf attendant? No surprise — she’s always dreamed of being claimed by some single alpha.” Hearing that, Shawn, sitting at the center of the table, flinched slightly. His fists tightened. “A werewolf attendant?” he murmured. “Yeah, Shawn... but haven’t you gotten over her by now? It’s been years.” He froze for a second, then quickly composed himself and held his mate’s hand beside him. Everyone’s attention turned to the flickering moonstone ring on her finger. “I’ve long forgotten her,” he said flatly. “Come to my bonding ceremony next month. There will be a sacred ritual at the temple.” “Wow...” Applause filled the hall. But only I, whose soul had been drifting in the air all along, slowly lowered my head upon hearing the news.

"Get on your knees and suck my dick, Arthur," he growled softly. I didn't hesitate. I dropped to my knees immediately. His erect dick pointed directly at my face. I immediately grabbed it and slipped it into my mouth. He groaned with pleasure as I began to suck it, aggressively, as if my life depended on it. Because in truth? I have been shamelessly craving the Mafia boss's dick. ~~~~~~ A straight man, Arthur Whitman, marries a gay Mafia boss in order to pay his sister's medical bills. Their cold, ruthless Mafia boss had set some rules. But the most important thing was that Arthur couldn't fall for him; if not, there would be consequences. But what happens when Arthur begins to fantasize about his husband's dick? The Mafia boss was off limits, his mind knew that. But who would tell his body?

My roommate bought an antique bronze censer online. She burned incense day and night, praying to be with a wealthy boyfriend. I thought it was silly, until her face began to look like mine. Soon, she became the admired heiress, while I was left drowning in debts she had deliberately racked up. I begged her for my identity back, and she pretended to agree. However, she tricked me into giving her my bank account password and pushed me off a rooftop. I learned at that moment that the censer was a cursed relic that grants wishes by draining the life and luck of another. She could take everything from me once my life was ruined, but death was not the end for me. I woke up on the day she first got the cursed censer. The truth was every wish comes with a price, and I was going to make sure she pays.

*Can be read as a standalone. Third novel of My Best Friend’s Brother* Childhood friend. Insane attraction. Those two shouldn’t be next to each other—considering Skylar Voss swore she never had a massive crush on Jaxon Thompson, the boy who spent half his life ignoring her. But when she gets to college and discovers her dorm space has been given away, she ends up with one option: rooming with Jaxon. And that’s when she realizes she’s been lying to herself all along.She never got over him. Not even close. The problem? Jaxon is popular, with girls throwing themselves at him—and he’s changed so much, she knows she doesn’t stand a chance. At least, that’s what she thought. But in one minute she’s just his roommate, the “little girl” he barely noticed… and in the next? He’s the boy taking her virginity—the one she’s falling hopelessly in love with. But maybe not every love story should have a happy ending.

In high school, Trixie already had a crush on Ken even though she knew his secret, that Ken was gay. Many women like him but what they don't know is that like them, Ken also likes men. When they graduated from college, Ken was forced to marry Trixie because of their parents, even against his will, he agreed even though he already had a boyfriend. Is there any hope for a gay like Ken to love the girl he hates the most? How many years will pass before Ken realizes how much Trixie loves him? Are they always like dogs and cats that always fight?

"Vee bangun! Aku akan memperkenalkan pengawal barumu," kata ayah. Aku bangun dan menatapnya, meskipun aku masih mengantuk. "Apa? Pengawal lagi? Aku baru saja bilang aku tidak menginginkan semua itu! Itu menyebalkan—" Aku terhenti ketika seorang pria tampan memasuki kamarku tanpa diduga. "Bisakah kau memberitahuku siapa dia?" "Vee, perkenalkan James Villianuevva, pengawal barumu." "Kamu serius, ayah? Ini bodyguard baruku?" "Aku yakin kamu akan menikmatinya; kamu akan cocok dengannya, terutama dalam hal belanja dan makeup—" Aku menggelengkan kepala dan bergumam, "Ya Tuhan, hanya wanita yang suka berbelanja dan merias wajah." "Aku gay," kataku, rahangku ternganga mendengar berita itu. Apa? Gay? Apa, pengawal gay? Itu gila...