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Borg attack, Picard kicked their ass.

A shy smile spread across Jack’s face. Only the tips of his teeth showed before he glanced down and covered his mouth in embarrassment. In the previous months, the sinews of his body had grown taunt. He felt heat and arousal in his abdomen, and the glands in his neck became sensitive to the touch. He waited in anticipation. The only question: would he present as an Alpha or an Omega? He watched his Omega cousins with their big bellies heavy with pups and imagined carrying pups of his own. He wat

Alpha men and their Omega male partners live, work, play, have sex, and raise their children together. When one of those children fails to present as either an Alpha or Omega, the beliefs of their happy life begin to be challenged. This story is an original work but is inspired by the characters and actors on the popular paranormal CW show Supernatural (2005-2020). Knowledge of the show is not required to understand the story.

Unfortunately, I cant get people to read mine either. It seems like, unless it is all smutted up with porn, people are not interested in reading it. That is too bad.

This feels like a prologue. I am quite interested to see Bughuul and what he is like, and how Bobby and Micheal get along. So you cant just leave us hanging here, we need more story.

I liked this story very much. I wish it had gotten more likes and comments. I started a story like this several years ago, except my characters were monks. I never finished it. I have a feeling there is not much of an audience for these kinds of stories.

Dean sat inside in the galley slowly chewing on burnt bacon while rubbing his temples after his long night of drinking. His bottle of whiskey was empty and his buzz was wearing off. Soon a headache would be coming and he could collapse into an exhausted sleep. He crumbled the remaining pieces of bacon and threw the meat on the floor for the dog to eat. He didn't have the stomach to swallow the scrambled eggs he cooked, so he held out the plate for the dog to lick and gobble down the yellow clump

Dean fell asleep with the lamp on. The solitary lamp cast Dean's room in a dim warm glow. Room eleven of the bunker, where Dean built his nest, was the first place he had been able to settle down after many years on the road with his younger brother Sam, living in cheap hotel rooms with double beds. Now he had his own space and room for more possessions than he could fit in the trunk of the Impala. On the ledge above his bed, he set out the few family photos he salvaged from his youth, adding to

This is my attempt to redeem the terrible and tragic ending of the series finale (15×20) of Supernatural by continuing the story into the next season, as an epilogue. My story seeks to save Dean, rescue Castiel from the Empty, check in on Chuck as a human, reunite Dean and Cas, and give Sam and Dean the happy ending they should have had. Destiel shall be canon. This story is also being posted to me personal website where you can read about my excessive, over the top reaction to the ending of this long running show. I was a basket case. Click the link below. https://ceh3167.wordpress.com/my-stories/supernatural-season-sixteen/

Nick spent too much time on the Internet when he should have been packing to move. On the floor lay moving boxes that needed to be filled with books. Why was he even keeping them? No one would read them after he was gone. He didn’t want to leave his small cozy apartment behind that he decorated with fabric panels to give the impression of artworks and bookcases to project a sense of intellect. He felt too tired and resistant to get started, so he killed too much time chatting with friends to put

As nick faces the end of his life, he has to find a way to get rid of the clingy Filipino boy that won't leave him alone. One last cruel act and then he can die in peace.

I was shocked too. The story just demanded to end that way.

Kyle disembarked from the bus, stepping out of the refrigerated air into the stifling humidity of the summer evening. The chill from his body quickly dissipated and replaced by a layer of moisture on his forehead and down his spine. It was already dark. The heat left him sighing for breath. Those sighs were also a sign of relief that he was almost home. He just had to cross the intersection and then a short walk to the front door of his apartment building. The state revoked his driver’s license

Crossing the street brings back Kyle's memories of his sexual past and the car accident it lead to that landed him in prison. Believing he had made amends and reformed himself, God was not done with him yet.

Hello. I came back. You can call me Clint. I joined gay authors way back in 2011 and then I strayed away for a long time. Honestly, I kind of forgot about this site. Something made me think of it the other day and so I came back to see if it was still here. Yeap, it is. The few stories that I posted back then are gone now. My membership had expired. I just renewed. I see the place has been spruced up a bit. Looks nice. Be nice to meet some new folks.