[THIS IS A SAMPLE] Read the full story on Radish fiction. The link is in my Wattpad Bio. ---- Alexander isn't your typical nerd. He'll say what he wants, do what he wants, and verbally bash you while doing it. That's what Travis, a soccer player assigned to be tutored by Alexander, hates most about him. Confusing feelings, a drunken party, and a month of tutoring was all it took to get Travis to realize he was head over heels for the sharp-tongued Alex. Now, if only he knew where Alex's sarcasm switch was.

How can you love someone you fear? Laken is a werewolf; the runt of the pack. What happens when the Alpha starts taking an interest in him? Rule number one of the wolf pack; Never disobey your Alpha. Cover design by: hgames113

Der Aufforderung ihrer verstorbenen Tante, den vermeintlichen Elfenwald zu besuchen folgend, begeben sich Nick und Markus auf einen Radtrip auf's Land um auf dem, zunächst besinnlichen Stück Land wild zu campen. Doch bereits in der ersten Nacht müssen die beiden feststellen, dass der erste Eindruck des Gehölzes ein Trugbild ist und sich hinter diesen Rinden und Borken die Angst hunderter Menschen und der Horror eines entsetzlichen Vergehens verbirgt, welches die beiden jungen Männer augenblicklich in seinen Bann zieht und nicht mehr los lässt. Wieso würde ihre Tante sie an diesen verfluchten Ort führen? Und viel wichtiger - wird es ihnen gelingen zu fliehen?

Five years ago, Alan Thorpe was a happy, social, pokemon loving boy that everyone in the small town of Nashville, Indiana loved. But that all changed when his parents died in a car crash, leaving him to live with his aunt in New York. Now Alan comes back to his hometown, but he's not the same happy boy he was once before. No one recognizes him at all and he wants it to stay that way. All he wants is to finish high school, ignored and left alone. The only problem with his plan: The rich, popular, Chase O'Neil taking an interest in him. As Alan fights his past demons, he will discover that there is much more he has to go through in order to achieve the happiness that he wants so badly. Will Alan find that happiness, or will he forever be haunted by his dark past? (THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED, MEANING THERE WILL BE MANY MISTAKES. IF YOU FIND ANY MISTAKES, PLEASE COMMENT AND TELL ME. IT BUGS ME THAT THERE ARE MISTAKES, BUT I WON'T BE ABLE TO EDIT IT FOR QUITE SOME TIME. SO DO TELL ME. PLEASE.)

Joseph, a boy struggling internally in a decision to tell his family (and maybe the rest of his world) about his sexuality is keeping a deep secret he's kept since he was first attracted to anyone. While he struggles inwardly, another battle is occurring outwardly, too; a group of boys are making his life a living hell. He's been hospitalized too many times to count. Things begin to look up as he meets another boy, Zeke, who happens to accept him for who he is. But it's short-lived as not only himself, but his friends, are put at risk by a few hateful kids. High school bullying really is a big deal.

"Hey, dich hab ich doch schon mal gesehen" höre ich eine Stimme hinter mir sagen. Ich drehe mich um und schaue in die schönsten blauen Augen die ich je gesehen habe. Es war nicht dieses kalte Eisblau. Nein, es war ein wunderschönes warmes blau.

“Hey faggot!” I winced at the sound of the one and only star quarter back. He wasn't wrong, I was gay, but that word was just so offensive. I hated that I came out, hated the fact more than you could ever guess. It had cost me all but three of my friends, most of my freedom and every second that had been left of my childhood. When I loudly and discourteously turned down the prettiest girl in the whole school she screamed at me “what, are you gay?!” to which I decided to truthfully reply “yeah, got a problem with that?!” At the time I felt triumphant, giddy even and shouted at the top of my lungs 'I'm gay!' it had felt so good...but it wasn't worth the price I had to pay...not a week later I went from one of the top five popular guys to having three friends, had the shit beaten out of me at least once a week and went from relatively care-free to being the man of the house, a mom when mom couldn't be there, the cook the cleaner and the surrogate father three days later after I killed my father. I may have not been holding a smoking gun or bloody knife, but it was my fault he died all the same, even if the cops didn't see it.