A story about a college student struggling with debt, when her best friend signs her to dates where the man pays you to go on a date! There she meets an incredible man, handsome, rich and has an incredible personality. But her fantasies end when he confesses his secret.

CURRENTLY EDITING / REWRITING!!!! - Elion, a young half-elf from the mighty 𝕰𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖑𝖉 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖓, is forced to train to become warrior, to hunt down other elf clans. He doesn't agree with the ways of his clan, and all he really wants, is to run free with his best friend and get accepted for who he really is. Chase, a witty elf with the powers of a ruler, is not quite sure, where he stands yet. Fleeing from 𝕾𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕮𝖑𝖆𝖓, left a scar deep within him, but he continues to fight for the people he loves, no matter how much danger he might get left in. Theo, a human from the dragon hunting order, is given a task by his father. He must kill all dragons to ensure, that they can't help the elves to win the war. As Theo begins to discover more and more things about himself and his skills, his whole world and beliefs turns upside down. Together, these three entirely different people, form The Boys of Freedom, all agreeing to make the magical world 𝕬𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖑 peaceful again. ★ !! Content/trigger warnings: suicide, sh, sa, hard language, abuse & child abuse, violence, misgendering, transphobia & homophobia, religious trauma, internalized homophobia, mental health issues

The world isn't just black and white - It's colourful. Sometimes you just need to open your eyes and discover all the colours. A story of how two very different boys with their own unique art style meet at an art competition, which doesn't go quite as planned. - "So, what's your piece about then?" I asked the jet black-haired boy, as he finished eating his rather dry-looking sandwich. He looked up at me, with eyes saying; 'did you seriously just ask that?', like I had asked about his deepest secret or something very private. Maybe I had, though? I had really just been trying to start a conversation. Art was a form of self expressionism, and a language without words. I learned that in art class years ago, but never really thought about it that much. Maybe this weird black-haired boy felt the same way about art as I did? I still had a lot to learn about art. And people. I was probably better off apologising. "Sorry, I didn't-" "I'm not telling you," he interrupted me, lifting himself up from the ground, and hurrying off behind one the high-rised buildings. "Just trying to make friends, Mr. Mysterious-black-haired-boy!" I shouted after him, laughing at the nickname I had just given him. -?!?!?!- Content / Trigger warnings : - Alcohol - Blood - Bullying - Cigarettes/smoking - Drugs -Homophobia - Mental illnesses - Mention of toxic relationships - Racism - Strong / hard language - Transphobia - Violence