queer fiction books

Rudolf Stonem is an antisocial sophomore at the Minneapolis Academy of Art. His unique style and passion for painting lead him to produce beautiful canvases, but it all means nothing if you can't market yourself, right? Enter Cameron, a popular and out gay senior with a foot in the door and more of a reputation than he knows what to do with. When Cameron takes a liking to Rudolf and decides to take him under his wing, it's impossible to say no. His best friend Avery seems skeptical, though. On the other side of the city, Ian, a closeted and recent University of Minnesota graduate, struggles to figure out his path and hide feelings for his roommate and childhood best friend Everest.

Babysitting the Virgin Saint A queer love story in the last light of Saigon Saigon, 1970s — glamorous, volatile, and dripping with secrets. Dung Tây — a street pimp-turned-informant with too many favors owed and not enough shame — gets hired to babysit the youngest son of a rich Saigon tycoon. No gang wars, no shady deals, just babysitting a quiet, well-dressed boy with a saintly smile. Too quiet, maybe. When whispers of underground political activity begin to surface, Dung digs deeper and finds himself tangled in something far more dangerous than politics: falling for the boy he was paid to watch. Set in the last light of Saigon, this is a story of queer longing, quiet danger, and the collapse of a generation that didn’t know what to believe in anymore.

" I will love you far and beyond------ If there exists eternity, I'll be there right behind you. For if by your side I find myself then where else could I be without you... " ********* Excerpt: " Who are you? Why do you keep following me!" "...because it's you?" A certain shameless purple eyed stalker retorted. " Why are you leaching off here for? Find someone else! " "...because it's you!" the certain unashamed purple eyed leacher explained. " Aaaahhh! Get lost you pervert! " " Well how can I?...because it's y..." even before Wu Jun Jie could retort back with his shameless speeches, Jun Ai Nian had already taken out a knife to castrate him! ***** ° Who said only male leads have to be cold and all powerful? Nah...they could be subservient right? ° Who said a hero can't be a weakling?...Well, who won't like the idea of having a ML playing the role of a damsel in distress! ° Who said a male lead has to always stand atop general masses?... He could just be whiny little fellow that feels no shame in hiding behind his wife! Well, when you have --- A dominating female lead possessing a very ruthless and cruel heart, a person with multiple personality disorder (well not quite so), has a serious case of obsession with money over handsome hunks! A mischievous, cunning and covetous male lead who acts cute (only in front of fl), has a serious case of typical ML jealously syndrome, is black bellied but a docile and filial husband through and through! --- A novel such as this is possible! ********* Not every fantasy romance is unreal. For Love has never been a fantasy! Join in this fun filled sugery romance with a few fluffs here and a few thrills there with Jun Ai Nian and Wu Jun Jie whilst overcoming mysteries, schemes and thrills that lay in their paths.

I gulped and started my walk to my room. I stopped at the entrance to the dark hall. What was that? I swear I saw something moving. 'Is that you Casper?' I yelled into the dark. My moment was interrupted by snickering. I turned and saw nothing. I gasped and stepped behind nearly knocking over the vase. I grabbed it before it fell. The culprit came out of their hiding spot, down the stairs. My mouth dropped when I saw tan skin peeking out the spaces of the Celtics jersey he was wearing. The muscles, such burly glory..the height, like a tower. Just kidding, a 6'3 perhaps. His shorts exposed his muscular legs, I remembered Levi..that's when I looked at the culprit's face. Dark messy hair, straight nose with a nose piercing on the left side, salmon lips and that jawline...ohhhhh 'Oops you're drooling!' His voice shocked me out of my scrutiny. I quickly wiped my dry mouth and heard him chuckle. 'A clumsy one_' 'If I was you I'd wipe that smug look from you face_' I crossed my arms over my chest. 'And why is that?' He imitated my action. 'Your zipper is undone!' I shamelessly pointed. He laughed rolling his eyes, he thought I was pulling off the same trick he'd used on me. 'Yah sure!' He waved his hands in the air. 'Perhaps Casper can back you up on your allegations!'

A horrifying phenomenon happened to me... When I opened my eyes, I woke up in the body of a woman. And... "Uweee..!" Hearing a baby's cry beside me made my expression tense. I, who used to be a man, now have to live as a woman and take care of a child from who knows where!? And, the woman I've possessed has a strange and terrifying power... ...Like a Miracle Invoker from a fairy tale. "Ugh... damn it..." After years passed, a man with the title of Duke came to me and confessed to being the one who impregnated the woman whose body I've inhabited. 'To hell with you...' ____[Tag]____ GenderBender, Male to Female, Strange Power, Supernatural, Medieval, Overpowered Protagonist, Female Protagonist, Hidden Abilities, Childcare, Transmigration, Schemes And Conspiracies, Complex Family Relationships, Slow Romance

The Club of Queer Trades is a society consisting exclusively of people who have invented some new and curious way of making money.

The novel depicts how a young straight ambassador gets turned to a gay lover

Annabel Thorne wakes up to discover she’s found herself in a video game-style apocalypse, complete with a system menu and giant rats. Ah, well. Not the weirdest thing she’s seen in her time as a trans girl in the underground art scene in Brooklyn. Maybe she’ll make up a little song about it. “You've unlocked a bonus stat: Charisma” Wait, what?

Sally, a woman whose kindness knew no bounds, had met a tragic end. Helping an elderly woman cross the street, she was struck by a car, her face left a horrifying, unrecognizable mess. The accident stole more than just her beauty; it cost her her job, her loving boyfriend, and even the family of her aunt, who had previously embraced her as their own, cast her aside. Desperate to rebuild her life, she tried to find work, hiding her disfigured face, but her attempts were met with cruelty. Instead of compassion, she faced relentless criticism, brutal street beatings, and even stones thrown at her by those who saw her as monstrous. Alone and broken, she succumbed to the cold, harsh reality of her existence, dying a lonely death in the bitter winter. But death was not the end. She was transmigrated and occupied someone's body into a world called Myr, a land of magic and wonder. And with her, came an unexpected companion: Queen of Queens, a game she had played in her past life, a game now interwoven with her new reality. This game, a matriarchal world ruled by women, offered her a second chance, a path to redemption. By completing missions, gathering resources – especially the precious gold – she could recruit workers, troops, and powerful heroes, building her own kingdom, forging her own destiny, and escaping the harsh judgment she faced in her previous life. This time, she wouldn't be defined by her appearance, but by her strength, her resilience, and the kingdom she would build.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.