Harry is a 23 year old autistic man with a passion for art and graphic novels. He lives with his caring mother, Anne, and his sister, Gemma, while trying to find out what he wants to do with his life. Louis, your usual bad boy. Where the streets and a couple cigarettes is what he calls home. Where he struggles to feel, making very little room for love in his heart. On a day of community service in the library, he meets the autistic boy Harry. He starts to mock and tease Harry for his autistic ways, avoiding the fact that he felt attracted to Harry. Both boys struggled with how they felt, wondering what would happen when to strong forces collide.

Inspired by the song "Style", off of Taylor Swift's newest album, 1989. Fanfiction.

Cause of death? You guessed it. Both drug overdose. If you ask me they did it on purpose. They didn't love me enough to stay here and care for me. I guess 17 years was too long to raise a kid because they now left me in the care of my arrogant, controlling, sexy step brothers. Once that judge made the finally call and announced that those Devils were my guardians for the next two years I knew my life as I knew it was over. CAUTION: Mild sexual situations, profanity and adult situations take place in this story so I ask for only mature and 18+ readers. **CURRENLTY UNDER rewrite.***

Iris. A part of the eye that brings beautiful color to your body. I guess, the iris isn't the only colorful thing about your body. You can have colored skin. Tattoos, but that puts an artificial touch to you. Iris. A beautiful flower. Flowers are colorful. They bring beauty and happiness to the world. Some are fake, though. Some are factory made and sewed with cloth. It's funny to think...that iris can be associated with love when it has other meanings opposite to that. The human body, a nature made plant. The first thing that comes to mind isn't love. But iris is how I fell in love with a boy I'll never forget. A boy who changed my life forever. A boy who I am proud to call my husband. But I guess things aren't always the way they seem. Like the iris, either a plant, eye, or love, life is taken into different perspectives. Iris: A Jordan Sweeto FanFiction

Book 1 of "The Addiction" series. Demons. War. Revenge. Dark pasts that have yet to unfold... Elena's life is turned upside down when she is kidnapped and forced to become the slave of a Prince... a Vampire Prince who happens to be next in line for the throne. Alex Skar Redoza is very handsome, powerful and strong but tends to be harsh and heartless. A prophecy is foretold stating that Elena must correctly pick her "true mate" but will be punished for having the option of doing so. Complications arise after a mysterious letter arrives claiming Elena's. Whilst the death toll increases, the chances of Elena and Alex surviving to be together decreases. The same walls that are built to withstand anything are the same ones that will crumble when the darkest secret is revealed... (Book shall be undergoing major editing as of 24th June and will be made more mature and writing will be improved A LOT.)

The unscripted pieces of the lives of Hadley, Archer, and everyone possible from their world.

"Okay, where do you want me to start?" "Anywhere you wish." "There were five of us. Dani, Elizabeth, Audrey, Taylor and me. We spent about 9 months in the basement. The walls where cement. The floor was cement. We each had our own chairs. Dani had her baby blue chair with white roses in the upper right corner. Elizabeth had her pale pink chair with white daiseys in the lower right corner. Audrey had her yellow chair with white roses in the upper left corner. Taylor had her black chair with red roses in the lower left corner. I had a white chair with sunflowers that sat in the center, the very center of the room. Each of us had a light above our heads. There were no covers in the lights just the wires losely hanging with the light attached at the end. The front legs of all our chairs had buckles that when we sat down they were right where our ankles were like he knew just were to put them. There were buckles on our arm rests that when we laid are arms on them the buckels our wrist were in the perfect spot. I think its funny how we all never made the conecction." "What conecction would that be?" "That we all have brown hair, blue eyes, were 5'5, all weighed 130. That when you put the first letter of each of our names together it spells Death. I love how at one point we all thought something, right before we were taken. Dani thought she was going to get mail. Elizabeth thought she was picking up dinner. Audrey thought she was going to class. Taylor thought she was taking her dog for a walk and I thought I was going to marry him and that I loved him with all my heart."

On prom night, seventeen-year-old half-blood vampire, Carmine Redoza, and her younger brother, Blake, find a classmate's mutilated body in a park. The corpse is drained of blood. This murder is one of many committed by someone the police have dubbed the 'Vampire Stalker'. When the detective on the case pegs Blake Redoza as the prime suspect, Carmine needs to figure out the serial killer's identity and fast. Things get even more complicated when Carmine develops feelings for her new boss, Sebastian Hunter, only to find that an old flame is back to haunt her.
 Can Carmine conquer her inner demons and unmask the killer before it's too late? Join Carmine as she spends an unforgettable summer learning the truth about her former sins, complicated family history and the extent of her resolve against temptation. Highest ranking #11 in Vampire #104 in Paranormal ~A Wattpad Featured Novel~ © 2020, Jackie Wang a.k.a. "Chesmok" ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Media accompanying chapters are the intellectual property of their respectful owners.

A 22 year old psychopath draws us into a world of chaos, cynicism and callous murder. When you believe that your actions are insignificant in regards to the universe, there's nothing stopping you from taking whatever you want. The line between genius and insane is very thin, but only you can judge which side this narcissistic narrator speaks from.