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thatstolenpayal · 2 months

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ngl but if i were a boy i would have been the best boyfriend

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thewritingsofevbrowne · 8 months

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The Vampyre's Princess

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scifrey · 3 months

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NINE-TENTHS

Twenty-four is one year too young for a quarter-life crisis, but hey, Colin's always been an overachiever. He's got a degree in Sustainable Tourism, which his family says he's wasting as a barista, an annoying anxiety disorder, and no freaking idea what to do with his life.

The only thing going his way is the cute coffee shop regular, a homo draconis named Dav (who, in his humanshape, is a total hottie.) Still, it'd be easier if Dav didn't have a habit of accidentally setting things on fire when he's startled. Like the café kitchen.

When Dav breaks draconic taboo and volunteers as a replacement bean-roaster to apologize for the inferno meet-ugly, sparks really fly. Everything's finally happening for Colin, until he learns that hooking up with Dav means that under dragon law, Colin is absorbed into Dav's hoard.

Possession may be nine-tenths of the law, but becoming his boyfriend's property does not make this whole identity crisis thing easier. Especially now that Colin must navigate politics, paparazzi, and legal questions about his personhood. Colin's still angling for his Happily Ever After, but the growing scrutiny on his relationship with Dav threatens their budding romance.

And if he's not careful, Colin's fight for agency may just destroy symbiotic human/dragon relationships worldwide.

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A sassy, queer, alternate universe romance from Publishers Weekly's Best Books of 2011 author J.M. Frey. Wrapped in discussions of autonomy and colonialism, Nine-Tenths meets in the middle between Red, White & Royal Blue and the Temeraire series.

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Part One

There's this thing in stories called the "inciting incident".

And mine? It's a goddamn doozy.

It’s the part of the book, right at the start, where the lovers have their meet-cute, the farm boy leaves for the wider world, the Chosen One is attacked by her first evil monster, blah, blah, blah. You know what I mean. It's the place where everything opens up and you have no idea what you're in for—only that it'll be exciting.

I know all about Inciting Incidents because I was going to be a writer.

No, I thought I was going to be a writer. Historical romance, that’s my jam. Dukes, rakes, windblown-gowns, dropped handkerchiefs, cliffside confessions—I am a slut for that stuff. Forget real history (totally flunked ‘We’re-Feeding-You-Colonialist-Narratives-Disguised-As-Education’ 101). Give me made-up kingdoms and far-flung pirates. Give me the fantasy of a happily ever after that lasts beyond ‘the end’. Give coffee and stories, and I am a content boy.

But right before he got sick, in the summer between my first and second year of university, my Dad and I had a serious talk about writing. How much work it is. How long it takes to start paying off. Backup plans.

And then… after, I thought, well, he wasn’t wrong. If life was going to be pointlessly, stupidly, cruelly short, then I should spend my time trying to do something good, right? I switched majors. Science makes sense. Science is logical. Science creates vaccines and saves lives. Science can bring species back from the brink of extinction. Science doesn’t break your heart.

All of this is to say that I can—with complete and utter certainty—point to the exact moment when my life became a trash fire. It was my twenty-fourth birthday, and my big sister Gemma gave me the dumbest, but totally plot-inciting gift: a sunrise alarm clock.

The Incident starts like this, in Mum’s pokey poppies-and-roosters kitchen, with Gemma leaning on the back of my chair:

"I have a perfectly good alarm clock." I hold up my phone, then let it slap back down onto the plastic tablecloth. "Goes ding when there's stuff."

My sister heaves the kind of sigh only eldest-born siblings make, indulgent and frustrated at the same time. I love making her make that noise. It's hilarious.

"It wakes you up gently," Gem says. "So you’re not cranky."

"I’m not cranky in the mornings."

Everyone laughs. I may have snapped at Stuart this morning when he shook my foot through my childhood bed sheets like an aggressive chihuahua. Okay. So I'm cranky in the mornings.

"I don't see how it's supposed to work." Stu grabs the clock. "How can you see the light if your eyes are closed?"

As the younger brother of twin siblings, I am used to having the toys I’m playing with pulled out of my hands. Instead of trying to snatch it back, I fiddle with the iridescent green bow that was on my present, then stick it to my ear. Mum smirks at my accessory, but otherwise her prim little 'all my babies are home to roost' face stays in place.

I'm the only one of us who went away to school, and stayed away. Gem came back to live with Mum straight after she finished her undergrad, so Mum wouldn't be alone in the house. Stuart never left the city, though he's got his own place now. But that's why I stayed away after I graduated last year. Mum and Gem don't need me, and if I came back, Stu would try to get me to join his crew.

I go weak in the knees for the kind of person jacked enough to pick me up and consensually throw me around. Standing on a roof next to a whole crew of pretty roughs trying to help them replace shingles? That's gonna lead to me swooning and dying of a broken neck. Stu doesn’t want that on his conscience.

Because she's a bossy know-it-all, Gem takes my present from Stu and opens it to show me how it works. She huffs. "You can see sunlight through your eyelids. It just works, okay?"

Stu helps himself to another piece of my birthday cake, licking the icing off his fingers and the serving knife. Mum slaps the hand holding the knife, and Stu flushes up and sets it down. He descends on his third piece like a wolf, but at least now he's watching his manners.

"There's an instruction manual," I point out as Gem tosses the booklet on the table.

"The day you read the instructions," Mum says, "is the day I'll know for sure the fairies really swapped you."

It's an old joke, being the Changeling child. I'm the only one of them with dark hair. The rest of my family are blond as heck.

Mum’s grinning into that little curl in the side of her mouth that holds secrets. Dad always called it Mum's 'Peter Pan Kiss’. He'd wrap his arms around her waist and kiss that corner, and Mum would swat at him for ruining her lipstick.

Thinking about Dad reminds me he's dead.

I hate the swoop-and-stab sensation in my chest that comes with remembering. Especially when there's a moment you want to share, and you turn your head to his chair and start composing the sentence in your head: "Hey, Mum's doing that—" and then you stop.

You stop composing. Stop turning. Stop thinking about sharing. Stop breathing.

Because that chair is empty.

Dad's dead.

And you'll never get the chance to point out the Peter Pan kiss again. Or watch Mum swat him. Or listen to him tease us for falling for Mum's Old World fairy stories. Or hear his stupid har-har-har donkey laugh, thick with his French accent.

It's my birthday.

He's not here.

I'll have another birthday, next year, and he won't be there for that one either.

I try to control my breathing, but Mum hears it hitching. I'm already staring at Dad's terrible empty chair, so it's not like I can hide what I'm thinking about. Mum curls her fingers over my knuckles.

"I wish he was here too, mo leanbh," she says softly.

Stu and Gem go quiet.

"Sucks," I cough out, deciding to give no one the pleasure of watching me actually cry. I'll save it for later, when I'm back in my own apartment. Not because of any kind of 'real men don't' toxic masculinity bullshit, but because I hate the fuss. They take the shit my therapist tells them about being my support network too much to heart.

"More tea, Mummers?" I ask instead.

"Time for something stronger, don't you think?"

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wakewritewrath · 1 year

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Read this story and more on Wattpad @ WakeWriteWrath

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shibazoid · 9 months

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James is a monster. Not that he minds; he's never known any alternative. Disgusted by him and his shortcomings, he is rejected by his own kind and is forced to leave his cave. However, when he arrives in a human city, he discovers that he doesn't belong among regular folk, either. That is, until he meets Tolly. Tolly is a bright flash of color in James' dark world. An outgoing, streetwise mortuary science student, Tolly is no stranger to the unusual, and the pair become inseparable. James offers her a perspective she's never considered, and she helps him integrate into human civilization. However, the closer they get, the more pieces they realize they have missing. Tolly has her own demons, but James can't bring himself to move past his monstrous upbringing. Can two broken people of wildly different species manage to fix each other?

Night Lights and Dark Places is a safe-for-work, slow-burn monster romance, complete at 25 chapters as of the 17th. Consider giving it a read if you're a fan of monster romance, paranormal romance, or romance in general.

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ik-kudi-da-khwab · 1 month

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Wattpad Girlies attention!!!

I'm co-writing a book with my friend on Wattpad and we'll start writing the book soon. We already have a plot in mind. We already have the characters too . I am super excited for you all to read it because it's going to spicy and sweet, khatta and meetha like Lucknow ka namkeen.

pspsps SPOILER- It's a spicy desi Wattpad romance

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baetinhas · 2 years

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O amor não é obvio bios. 3 >

eu i e edra norr assistindo st.

iris, eu i a dona símia assistindo malhação.

uma vez uma grande poeta disse: pedra norr.

Somos um grão de poeira para o universo, mas, para alguém, em algum lugar do mundo, o sol —O amor não é obvio.

elayne reagiu com 👍: verdade que você é namorada da (seu @).

vinho, livros, elayne baeta e depressão.

papai noel eu quero uma édra norr de natal.

eu i a edra metendo porrada em quem relar um dedo na irís.

você é a azeitona da minha empadinha, irís pessego.

like & reblog if u use pls!

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thepoehoes · 2 months

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The true tragedy of chapter 18

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typewritersandtentacles · 1 year

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Images of last night kept replaying in my head, a movie stuck on repeat. Long bruises lashed the tops of my thighs, peeking out from under the hem of my shirt. I traced a finger along the mottled skin, pressing down until I felt an ache, and a spike of excitement shot through my gut like a jolt of electricity.

“Fuck,” I murmured and hastily put my shoes on.

Sex has been good before, but never that good. He knew every part of me. He’d moved in ways no man or woman ever had. His tentacles had flexed inside me, stretching and pressing against my inner walls, striking me from the inside. In the moment, I’d been delirious with pleasure, lost in the sensation of him fucking me.

I could still feel him, even now. A fullness that I’d never experienced before and could easily find myself growing addicted to.

Leuce help me, I wanted more.

Leon stirred but didn’t wake. I sat in the grass, the blades tickling the backs of my thighs, and watched him, trying to connect the face in front of me with the one from last night.

Light spilled over him, casting a golden halo across his sun kissed body, highlighting the swells of his biceps that peeked out from the blanket, and the hard definition of his chest.

Was Leon’s cock still monstrously large or did it change when he was in human form? I didn’t even take all of him last night. I’d only managed to take a little over a half, and I didn’t know if taking his full length was even humanly possible.

No man was that large.

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riina-b · 8 months

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When they say “I love you” but he says…😫🤤

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thatstolenpayal · 1 month

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i'd rather die single than glancing at my boyfriend across the table in disappointment while reading a romance novel

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clawedinmyprofessions · 15 days

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My friend posted this I hate that this makes sense I'm absolutely sickened

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laylaluv777 · 7 months

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Book cover ideas part 2

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scifrey · 5 months

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Fair warning: I am dropping a new novel this January.

It is a queer contemporary romantasy, which is a mix of "Red White & Royal Blue" and the Temeraire series.

It will be serialized exclusively on Wattpad to start, and I will be talking about it A Lot™️ for the next little while. I can feel the pre-cringe already settling in.

Gird your loins.

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wakewritewrath · 1 year

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jlsmithauthor · 1 year

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Death To The Curse - Wattpad/Inkitt.

"I'm going to miss pretending to be a regular human being." She says quietly as I lean against a tree behind her. She's been doing this for 30 years, and I know that it's all she'd ever wanted. To be human and have a family of her own. I wanted that too. With her.

"Hopefully, if we get this right, you can go back to doing that when we're finished."

"And if we don't get it right?" She asks, leaning back on her hands, and turning her head to look at me. "What if he kills us before we manage to kill him?"

"Then at least we'd be gone together this time," I say.

She smiles, "Together until the end?"

"Until hell, we descend," I promise, one we'd made years ago when we were living a life of hell. It was our way of promising to stick by each other's side, no matter what. Our own version of a pinkie promise. But Zara's promises didn't hold much worth anymore. She'd broken them time and time again. I just pray to God she didn't break this one too.

Here's a preview from Chapter Four of Death To The Curse. I post my stories on Wattpad and Inkitt. The links to these are here in this post.

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