Seventeen-year-old Raine Cooper has enough on her plate dealing with her father's disappearance, her mother's erratic behavior and the possibility of her boyfriend relocating. The last thing she needs is Torin St. James-a mysterious new neighbor with a wicked smile and uncanny way of reading her. Raine is drawn to Torin's dark sexiness against her better judgment, until he saves her life with weird marks and she realizes he is different. But by healing her, Torin changes something inside Raine. Now she can't stop thinking about him. Half the time, she's not sure whether to fall into his arms or run. Scared, she sets out to find out what Torin is. But the closer she gets to the truth the more she uncovers something sinister about him. What Torin is goes back to an ancient mythology and Raine is somehow part of it. Not only is she and her friends in danger, she must choose a side, but the wrong choice will cost Raine her life

The entity living inside Callan's soul orphaned her at age eleven. By the time she's sixteen, it's ensured her being shunted from one foster family to another. Her thirteenth foster assignment should be routine. Except... it's not. A psycho in medieval armor kidnaps her and she ends up in a magical world. There, she accidentally discovers a secret her parents had kept until the day they died. Both actually came from this magical world, but left before Callan was born. To cover their tracks, they'd lied about everything. Even who they really were. Driven to find out where she comes from, Callan's trapped in a race for life and death. Walking away isn't an option, but if she stays too long, the entity will find its next victim. In this world where secrets are sacrosanct and grudges are remembered, finding the truth will be near impossible. Especially when Callan has her own homicidal little secret to deal with. A secret with a taste for destroying her life.

"She won't ever give me a second chance guys, and we all know it. I fucked up, big time. And the price I had to pay? I lost my sister, my only sibling..." (Book 3 of my Secret Sister series or S.S)

okay so this is a fictional story based on the ship of TRONNOR... okay just wanna say I have no tolerance for haters so if your here for that this may not be a book for you... for the shippers I hope I can settle some tronner needs for you... and for anyone who doesn't know TRONNOR is the shipping of Troye Sivan and Connor Franta... and if your homophobic this is definitely not the place for you and I suggest that you leave this page as your hate is not welcome in my little imaginary book space... so yea... okay i'll say if your still here don't be afraid to read my book and If you wanna chuck a comment my way.!!!

"Phil... I'm depressed" "Oh my god, me too! I get so down in the dumps sometimes it's ju-" "No. Phil. I have depression" "Oh." ~ triggers: -self harm (cutting) -depression + depressing thoughts -suicidal thoughts + suicide -gay slurs + other derogatory words -abuse -alcohol addiction -rape -murder ~ #144 in Fanfiction ~ completed - 25/9/16

Dan is different. He's learned to accept that. Well, as best he can anyway, considering he's never really had much of a choice. It's been this way for as long as he can remember, the constant runaround process of trying to feel normal. His life is built around it, trying to trick both himself and everyone he interacts with into seeing him as your average person. The isolation as he desperately tries to keep others from finding out, the bitterness that wells up inside of him each and every time he's reminded that he'll never be like everyone else, the fear that nothing will ever change. He's fated to be this way forever; a misfit from society. Isolation can only go so far though, so when he's struggling to make ends meet and he's faced with the option of looking into a serious job or taking on a roommate, he opts for what seems like the easier option at the time. It doesn't seem so easy ten failed roommates into the process, or when he sits down at a table to meet with prospect number eleven and ends up with a coffee spilled all over his lap. Potential roommate number eleven, Phil, turns out to be an insufferable optimistic ball of sunshine that Dan wants nothing to do with. His options are running out though, as are the savings he's been using to pay his rent, so he finds himself begrudgingly agreeing to let the other man move in. Neither of them have any way of knowing just what they've gotten themselves into as they shake on the matter, but time will tell.

Connor Franta: an 18 year old orphan who escaped his foster home at 14 and has been on the run with a group of nationally-known teen criminals ever since. Then he gets caught. Waking up in a prison facility, Connor realizes why La Crescent, Minnesota holds the birthplace of his nightmares. He will learn why that so called "nightmare" was the last day of his childhood and how his father changed everything. Not to mention beginning high school life for the first time as a senior on probation and what happens when he runs into a certain blue eyed boy. Rated M for dark themes and explicit language 43.684k words | #62 in Tronnor *I wrote this a few years ago so please excuse small grammar and story holes every now and then*

What if the first words your soulmate says to you are tattooed to your wrist until you meet them. Well for Troye the word "help" has been on his wrist since he was born and it has always confused him. Why would someone who doesn't know him ask for help. Well it all starts to make sense when he meets Connor. What does Connor do that will bring them together?

Something about this guy made the panties drop and the hearts stop. He was 180 pounds of tattooed skin and great hair. He slept with more girls than he could count using all fingers and toes. He punched a paster in the face, while in church. He taught your little brother how to roll a joint, While at dinner with your family. He ran over your dog, Right in front of you. He slept with you in the back of a gas station, that-alone- is just... He told you he'll never be able to love you, that you were just 'SEX' to him, while you bailed him out of jail. Your friends hate him. Your family Hates him. He is what some might call, the token 'Bad Boy.' His name is Tyler. And he's the bad boy that even the little devil standing on your left shoulder doesn't condone. |Extreme100x SEX, VIOLENCE, DRUGS|