Julien Mercier is eighteen, reckless, and drowning in the chaos of his own mind. Because of his Bipolar disorder his mind runs too fast, his rage cuts too deep. After one spiral too many, his family sends him across the ocean to an institute in America called 'Boys Home', where walls and rules are supposed to fix what's broken. Sarcasm is his shield, self-destruction his only comfort until he meets the other boys of the institute. Julien isn't sure if he's falling apart or finally being seen.

✨UNDER MAJOR EDITING❌❌ READ AT OWN RISK❌❌ Alec Campbell knows what it takes to keep his loved ones safe. After coming out to his family, it seems they weren't as excepting as they made themselves seem to be. While his mom abandons them, Alec soon words exactly why his father is never home. And when he does, he wishes he never had. Sometimes life is a bitch. Cover photo by Lyla Luoto (Instagram: indelicately)

Book One of the Café Latte Trilogy. Jasper, nineteen, is searching for love. Ross, twenty-eight, doesn't believe in love. They both lead completely different lives in completely different worlds; Jasper studies and behaves himself, trying to follow his brother's footsteps to make his parents proud, and Ross runs a high-end retail store, attracting customers at work and going out attracting men at night. So what happens when the two meet? They both know it wouldn't work; they're so different and there's an age gap of nine years. But sparks are flying and although it's a dangerous risk with the consequences of both their lives being ruined, they both want to chance it. Will Jasper lose the love of everyone in his life? Will Ross change his life to keep Jasper within it? They could both get burned at any time, but sometimes you've got to play with fire.

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Ricky is a low ranked demon whose ex husband cheated on him. Seven years later, he learns that they're still technically married, but due to demon law, he's now the property of his ex's current husband. What's more, they have two more husbands for him to meet. How is Ricky going to climb the ranks of demon society when he's suddenly thrust into a marriage that he never asked for? ----------------------- Story Length: [75,000 words]. This is Book 1 in the "And Then There Were More" Series. Book 2 is "In the Black" and is completed here on Wattpad. Book 3 is in the works. Rated Mature for Sexual Scenes and Violence. Trigger Warning! This story features topics of attempted suicide, alcohol abuse, depression, and manipulation. Top Rankings: #1 in Polygamy #1 in Depression #1 in MaleXMale

Paranormal Romance (Werewolf) You know that movie Jerry Maguire? It's about this sports agent who got fired for suddenly having a conscience. Anyway, there's this very romantic scene by the end of the movie when Jerry made this very heartfelt and passionate declaration to his wife. Those words would melt you into a puddle and make you burst into tears thinking, "I want to have that kind of love!" Well that very sweet scene did not happen on this story, not all of it anyway. Don't get me wrong it was heart wrenching, very much so, and there was a passionate declaration. But instead of saying the oh so loving, oh so sweet and oh so scripted "I love you. You complete me..." like Jerry did in the movie, my 'mate', the other half of my soul and the one who 'completes' me said, "I hate you. I wish you were dead!" He said it with disgust and anger burning in his eyes. He didn't run into my arms like he was supposed to, he ran away from it. But who could blame him? Jerry Maguire was right. We live in a cynical world and we work on a business of tough competitors. Why would my mate want to be with me? He'd be shunned and be forever laughed at. Aside from the fact that I was male, I'm basically useless to him because I'm a werewolf who can't phase. He's an alpha. He could have anyone he wants. And me, well, I'm on the bottom of the pack, the runt of the litter. The council didn't know what to do with me. They couldn't kill me since it could drive my mate insane, even if he didn't want me. I can't kill myself because it would probably have the same effect on him. I have to live but I can't be with my mate and my pack. So I made it easier for everyone, I ran away. I always believed in the saying "Out of sight, out of mind." What I didn't consider was the possibility that they'd come after me and forcefully bring me back.

Sven Gale has been rejected. It is final. I mean all the bullying, all the bad treatment, all the harsh words they sucked, but nothing broke his heart like the end to a relationship that never began. Yes he's going to run away, sobbing with his tail between his legs, oh but not before robbing the entire pack and reeking as much well deserved havoc as he can before he disappears. Little does he know, someone is on his tail. Trigger Warning: This is a D/s, noncon novel.

In the shadowed halls of Calloway Estate, a maid's tender discomfort awakens a primal need. Two brothers, bound by grief, find an unexpected sanctuary in her burgeoning milk, forging an obsessive, unbreakable trinity of hunger and devotion. ( Ignore my grammar, spelling mistakes and error).

Ryker rules the underworld with brutal violence - feared by all, controlled by none. When his family falls, he's forced into the daylight to save their empire. Cyra is the calm in his storm - a fierce, perfect woman who breaks his walls and feeds his darkest need. In a world of gunfire and power, only her milk can tame the monster. It's not your ordinary love story baby It's GUNFIRE & GOLDEN MILK

"Why is Sage always testing my patience?" Thane growled, his voice low and menacing. Mrs. Jenkins didn't dare breathe, fearing that any sound would only enrage Thane further. She watched as Thane stormed out of the office, his eyes blazing with fury. As Thane emerged from the building, he spotted Nick, his driver and bodyguard, waiting by the car. "Drive me to Sage's school," Thane ordered, his voice still dripping with anger. .. . . . "Sage, Thane's here!" Sophia whispered urgently, spotting her friend in the hallway. Sage's eyes went wide with panic as he processed Sophia's words. He knew he was in trouble, having refused to answer Thane's calls earlier. And now, he was hiding from him. Without hesitation, Sage took off in a sprint, dashing towards the toilets. Sophia watched him go, concern etched on her face. She knew that Sage was walking on thin ice with Thane, and she feared for her friend's safety. . . . . . . . Thane's eyes narrowed, and he marched towards the bathroom, his long strides devouring the distance. He pushed open the door, and his gaze locked onto Sage, who stood frozen, his eyes cast downward. "Daddy, you're here," Sage stammered, his voice barely audible. Thane's expression remained impassive, but his voice dripped with icy disdain. "Why didn't you pick up my call?"