"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

This is a fan art of theifs, but as children in a ophanage

This story is about a daughter of a billionaire. Because of her rough childhood she never knew how to make friends or even love. Things change when she meets a peculiar group of kids.

Colby hated one guy and one guy only. This guy stole his chance to become captain of the football team, mocks him in front of the team and -the cherry on top- slept with Colby's girlfriend. This guy was Ezra Dickinson. Colby swore that if he ever got the chance to get revenge on the guy he'd do it. So why did he get sent an anonymous photo of him making out with Ezra at a party? He decides to confront Ezra about the photo but his confrontation gets heated. Although, not in the way Colby was expecting. **Now publisher on Amazon and kindle under the same title and name!!** Cover by M_Rainberry

This is a story about a young blind girl and the way she 'sees' things.

This is a story about a bunch of "kids" stealing! It has a bit of romance and probably a lot of wholesome and depressing moments- Please read it if you are interested!

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John Laurens lived an uneventful life, devoid of any excitement or adventure. Though he tried to remember every detail from his high school and college days, his memories were fragmented and often failed to make sense. He was heavily reliant on his medication to function normally, and missing a dose made him feel lost and insignificant. His best friend, Thomas Jefferson, was always there to remind him to take his pills when he forgot. John spent most of his days at work, but his mind was often preoccupied with thoughts about his life. He was aware of his attraction towards men, but he couldn't figure out how to navigate his life with this knowledge. (Cover Art Not Mine!!)