Everyone loves Nicholas Dawson. He is the golden boy, the one with perf*ct grades, a gorgeous girlfriend and a bunch of popular friends. Nathan Dawson is his identical twin and Nathan is nothing like him. It isn't easy to be compared with the perf*ct brother, the perf*ct son and the perf*ct student in a world that demands for perf*ction. But it's all about to change when Nathan stumbles upon a guy to whom perf*ct is a swear word. °°°° "Perf*ction is an illusion, it doesn't exist. Think about your brother. Can you tell me something that isn't perf*ct about him?" "Well.. He can be a bit selfish sometimes." "Good. What else?" "He lets his friends laugh at me even though he knows it hurts me. And.. He hangs toilet paper the wrong way." "See? He's not perf*ct. He just seems that way, because no one is looking close enough." "But everyone likes him more than me." "Not everyone. I like you a lot more than I like him. You're not perf*ct and you don't try to make people think you are. You're real and I love that about you." °°° 2021-2022

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 2 --- Versailles (proper noun). The argument over the etymology of Versailles tends to privilege the Latin word 'versare', meaning "to keep turning, turn over and over", an expression used in medieval times for plowed lands, cleared lands (lands that had been repeatedly "turned over"). --- He wasn't like any endermen you had seen before - probably because he wasn't fully an enderman. He was tall like an enderman, but that was where the similarity ended. He was split down the middle - half of his skin the same inky black as the twins, the other half a radiant white. His eyes didn't match either - one blood red and the other emerald green. His hair fell in soft waves, almost obscuring his eyes at times, and he kept his head tilted down, his sharp jawline on display. He seemed timid, but that might have just been the situation - anyone behind bars would likely hang their head.

The door opened, and you were faced with a young man about your age. He filled the whole doorframe with his height, though he was kind of lanky looking. A few brown fluffy curls stuck out from underneath his beanie, and he wore glasses, looking down at you. "Oh, you are rather tall." You said, the words slipping out of you before you could stop yourself. You clamped your mouth shut before the rest of the thought could slip out as well - he was rather fit, too. He blinked quizzically. "Um, sorry?"

You set your phone down when a customer walked in - a boy with fluffy brown hair and an oversized jumper. You watched him wander between the shelves for a few moments, looking sort of lost, as most boyfriends and/or husbands did when they came looking for gifts. Shame too - he was cute. Still, you walked around the counter and over to him to offer your help. You stepped up beside him next to the candles. "Hi, are you finding everything okay?" You asked. "Oh, uh." The boy jumped a little. "I'm just looking for some candles." He said. "Gonna be honest... I'm kind of lost, yeah." You laughed a little. "Would you like some help?" "Yes, thank you." He sounded relieved. You grabbed one of the shopping bags from the nearby rack and handed it to him with a smile. "So are we looking for something for the girlfriend, or mom, maybe?" "Oh, um no." He said, flushing slightly. "I just needed some candles for me, actually." Your smile widened. So no girlfriend... a interesting development.

24 new emails looked back at you from the screen. You could feel the headache setting in, but you opened your email anyway, looking through the new messages. Two from your statistics professor, about a new assignment, another one from the RA in the dorm building, one from the admissions office, about your application to the study abroad program, one from your American history professor- Hold the phone. You rapidly clicked on the email from the admissions office, scanning through the paragraphs. Reviewing your application to the program... taking into account your grades and your major... looking at schools in the area... pleased to say we can accept you into the program. Accepted. Part of you had forgotten that you had applied in the first place; it had been months ago back at the end of last semester, and then you had gone home for the summer and put it behind you. But being back at school had brought it to the forefront of your mind again. This was great. You had needed some good news today. Turning up the music, you danced out of your desk chair and jumped around the room a little, excited. You were going to Mexico for a semester. You could already picture it now - warm weather, good food, and firsthand experience speaking Spanish for at least six months, maybe more. Not to mention all the adventures you could have in a foreign country. This would be something you would remember for years, and just thinking about it made your day better.

This was the biggest opportunity of your life. A summer in New York City - the summer before you went off to college nonetheless - interning for Stark Industries, the biggest name in science and engineering in the world. This summer was going to be amazing. --- In which an opportunity falls in your lap, as well as a few new friends - one of whom might want to be more - a delusioned terrorist with a point, a vigilante cause and the adventure of a lifetime. *I didn't rate this mature because there's no sex, but there are teenagers, and therefore some cursing (it's mostly Laurie)*

You can't reach a desire until you face a fear. You can't face the fear until you overcome the flaw. Book Two of Her Melody<3

In which Alice interrupts her roommate's stream and gets herself pulled into the world of Minecraft Youtubers. • "Dude! You're in here talking about Greeks instead of answering your phone?!" "...I'm kinda in a war right now, destroying the government and all..." "Oh..well I brought the pineapple." "The pineapple can wait, I'm causing anarchy." • TOP RANKS RECEIVED #1 in WilburSoot #1 in Wilbur #1 in Corpse #1 in Nihachu #1 in Tubbo #1 in Jacksepticeye #1 in minecraftyoutuber #1 in Quackity #2 in Minecraft #3 in dreamsmp #5 in Dream