❝ Your lips are like wine and I want to get drunk. ❞ When summer break started, Valerie Herbert planned to visit her father's vineyard, but she did not expect Myles Lowell to be in charge of the vineyard while her father was away on a business trip.

In a world where soulmates are the norm and being connected means sharing their partner's deepest emotions, Brad Taylor has been unable to feel his soulmate's emotions for years. Giving up hope that'll he'll ever find them; he tries to fill the void and emptiness he feels through partying and sleeping around. But it's not enough. With the arrival of his new roommate, Ethan Hendry, Brad gets so much more than he could've possibly expected. Ethan is everything he despises yet he can't bring himself to hate him, at least not completely, no matter how hard he tries. He can't deny this love, this hate. *** IMPORTANT: This is book 2 of 'Never Be', however, it can be read on its own as it's a spin-off. If you intend on reading 'Never Be' then I recommend reading it first before this one. This book takes place right after the end of 'Never Be' and may spoil certain aspects of the first book if you intend to read it. Minor appearances from 5 Seconds of Summer but you don't need to be familiar with the band to read as this is not a fanfiction.

Dr. Fluke is well-known throughout Sydney for his crime fighting abilities. He uses his abilities every night to protect the people of Sydney, keeping them safe from danger. Luke Hemmings is extremely awkward, often stuttering over his own words he feels out of place, like he doesn't belong in his own skin. He makes it through school with his best and only friend, Calum. But even he doesn't know Luke's secret. He's Dr. Fluke. Despite Luke's awkward and socially impaired nature, he feels accomplished every night when he puts on his gear. He feels invincible, like he can do anything. Even as Dr. Fluke though, Luke can't bring himself to approach his longtime high school crush, the popular Ashton Irwin. So maybe it's fate that brings Ashton face-to-face with danger one night. Maybe it's fate that Dr. Fluke happens to be there when Ashton needs him most. However, as danger brews in Sydney far greater than ever before, Luke will do anything to protect the people he loves and he hopes that as Dr. Fluke, he'll be able to do just that.

The world as we know it ended 209 years ago. From a desert wasteland springs a single kingdom, ruled by a tyrannical King and trapped in an endless war against the shadowy desert warriors. As a desperate bid to save what remains of humanity, society has been split into two distinct classes, nicknamed the Court and the Commons. For an oppressed population on the brink of revolution, a common thief could be the last hope. Up until now, Kay has survived by her wits alone. Reckless and impulsive, wanted by the King's guard, Kay has become known as the Runner. Using the city's rooftops as her personal domain, she manages to keep one step ahead of the King with one hand buried in the purses of the courtiers. Driven by the plight of the commoners and the unjust death of her family, Kay seizes the chance to graduate from small-time thievery to full-scale rebellion. Her opportunity comes in the form of Will, a wealthy ex-soldier with a dark past. Plucked from the streets and thrown into the shimmering palace court, Kay must use her every strength to blend into a world where she doesn't belong, closer to the enemy than she ever thought she would be.

"If I'm losing a piece of me maybe I don't want Heaven." Olly's parents hoped that moving to New York would be a new start, leaving the past behind where it couldn't hurt them. Despite Olly's initial reluctance to leave, maybe this could finally be his chance to embrace who he is even if he was raised his entire life to believe it's wrong. After all, how wrong could it be if it feels so right? If this is sinning, then maybe Olly doesn't want Heaven.

❝ some people inherit money. ❞ ❝ i inherited a demon. ❞ [ © colbane™ // wattpad 2016 ] rated m just incase.

When heir to the Regalis throne and soon-to-be alpha of the Lyel pack, Damaris, is faced with the predicament of going through with an arranged marriage just after her nineteenth birthday in order to save two noble packs from extinction, she must decide which is most important: Her duties as a royal princess to her pack and her oath to put the needs of her people above her own, Or her duties to her heart and finding her one true mate instinctively. Which one will Damaris choose?

There was only one seat left on the bus. That seat just happened to be taken by his crush, Noah Armstrong. Jacob Green isn't cool. He prefers a book to a party. He prefers history to sports. In fact, look at the definition of 'uncool' and there he would sit, reading. Noah, however, is the definition of cool. The girls want him and the boys want to be him. Jacob was different. He didn't want to be him or be with him. He wanted to be in love with him. As the final day of school comes and Jacob endures a day of work, he finds that there is only one seat left on the bus, that seat happens to be taken by Noah. Little does he know that his life is about to change. Jacob is about to embark on all shades of cool.

Highest ranking: #26 in Science Fiction ; Felix wants to be a Guardian. A boy with a strange brain and a stranger heart, he has one week to prove himself worthy of protecting those he loves from the creatures that roam around Sector-33, all the while battling the demons inside his head and the confusion of his heart. Dear ____ , My therapist told me to start writing these letters. I don't understand the point of them, when I'm never going to put a stamp on them or write an address on them and send them off. And you're never going to read this, anyways. My life's just changed. And it's not because I've figured out that I'm gay. It's not even because my parents divorced and my Dad moved out. It's not because Sara got accepted into Uni. Tomorrow, I might never come back home. And even if my mission partner is the hottest guy in the world, I might not come back home. I don't want to die. I think my goldfish is judging me as I write this. He's always judging me. Love, Felix ________________________________________________________________________ This is my novella entry for the #BadassesMeetLGBT contest. Please vote if you liked it! ________________________________________________________________________ (c)sarahgaier2016 all graphics made by me total word count: 7,125 words

BOOK ONE Coming out was supposed to set Julian free. Instead, it left him with a broken arm, a mother who won't stop preaching, and a silence that grows heavier every day. High school feels like a cage, and Julian is certain he doesn't belong anywhere-until Paul crashes into his world. With his inked skin, effortless charm, and a following that makes him untouchable, Paul should be the last person Julian lets close. But in Paul's arms, Julian feels something he's never known before: safe. As their connection deepens, so does the danger. Loving Paul means risking exposure, rejection, and heartbreak all over again. Worse, it means facing the cruelest voice of all-the one inside Julian's own head. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Open is a story about first love, first heartbreak, and finding the courage to believe you're worthy of both. ::: I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted. And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently. Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay." Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears. And I felt at ease.