ON HIATUS - CURRENTLY REWRITING "The first thing he noticed was the way he walked. Slow but noticeable, his hips swayed with a secuctive gait. Stefan couldn't help it, his eyes trailed along with every movement. He watched as the boy brushed past a newsstand and knocked over a sheet of paper. Instead of ignoring it, he stopped and slowly bent down to pick it up. The muscles in his legs stretched sensually, and without realizing it, Stefan had leaned forward in his seat. And as if a force was pulling them together, their eyes met." ~~~ Asce: Nineteen years old, and the most innocent boy you will ever meet. Stefan: Thirty two, and a professor with a dark past. What happens when a series of unexpected events lead these two together? Will they stay safe and stay sane, or will they cross the line of no return? ~~~ *MATURE CONTENT* Contains manxboy, and a ton of sexiness, if you aren't comfortable, don't read. Updates will be random! Highest Rankings: Homosexual #4 Sad #177 Romance #243

#2 in the "There's A ...." series He's a bad boy, I'm an angel. He carries a knife, I carry books. He loves violence, I love Pokémon. So how did he get in my bed? What will it lead to and who will he kill when it comes to the light? The dramatic and compelling sequel to There's a Jock in My Bed! Cover by @LoveInsanity

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

"You're an asshole," I blurted. "You're such an asshole that your actual asshole is jealous." Silence. What the hell did I just say? Out of all the insults, I choose one that makes the least sense? Damn it, why couldn't I just have been born normal... Wait, never mind. Psh, screw sanity. "Can we keep her?" Tyler suddenly says, bouncing on his tippy toes. "Please, Keith? Can we keep her? Huh, huh, huh?" What am I, a pet? "Keith" whipped his head towards Tyler so fast I could've sworn I heard a crack. "Keep her?" he echoed. "No, Tyler, we can not keep her." Thank you. "She's utterly useless to us, and you want to keep her?" I gasped, placing a hand over my chest. Useless? Damn, these people are rude as hell. "But," Tyler whined, walking over to me. I tensed all over when he squished my cheeks together. "Look at how adorable she is. She's just so innocent... you'd never suspect anything bad from her." Keith expression changed, to one I knew very well from my experiences with Val. Lightbulb. "Tyler, you are a genius," Keith says. Tyler's hands stop squishing my cheeks. "I am?" "He is?!" everyone else says. Keith doesn't reply, just keeps on grinning wickedly. And suddenly I have a feeling that I am not gonna make it out of here alive. - WARNING: VERY CRINGE WORTHY MATERIAL NOW AVAILABLE TO PURCHASE http://www.lulu.com/shop/angel-zenith/the-gangleader-kidnapped-me/paperback/product-23087208.html Highest Rank: #1 in Humor April 19, 2015 CoAuthor: DreamCreature