He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.

After years of struggling with a series of nightmares, one woman decides to take her pasts and future into her own hands. Can she change it? As a mystery man enters her life and an old friend comes calling, will she find her truth.

Damian Owens refuses to take his medication. He consistently ditches therapy sessions, and won't speak a word to the living. Timothy Edward Richard McKinnon is your typical little fairy princess, sweet, innocent and an open heart full of love. He's the kind of kid who refuses to leave anyone behind, no matter how far underwater they drag him down. He doesn't give up on anybody. After Timmy's relocation to the rainy town of Ashland, their worlds collide in the most unexpected of places. He accidentally stumbles upon Damian and is granted the gift of hearing him speak. Although innocent on the surface, the younger boy will teach the other some of the darkest and most valuable lessons, starting with the importance of moving on, even when it seems impossible. cover credit to Amelia_Vale

Dawson has had it rough. Not as bad as some, worse than others. He lives in constant secret, heart ache and pain. After his parents died he under went a transformation, rendering him unrecognizable. After three years of pain, cutting, and one suicide attempt, he returns to his hometown. As Dawson hides his identity, it will become harder and harder to seal away the truth when faces from the past start revealing themselves, including his gorgeous ex best friend Alec. Only Dawson isn't the only one with secrets and when a lie reaches Dawson's ears, it will take all he has in him to protect the one thing he has left. Himself. Dealing with depression is hard, and Dawson will have to learn it's not something that can be handled alone. He'll have to open up his heart once more, even if it risks him getting hurt, if he wants to achieve happiness. ---------------------------- This is a trigger warning, to anyone that has problems with self-harm I recommend you don't read this as there are some graphic scenes. Also, this is a boyxboy story, so if you don't like hot steamy action between two boys, this is not the story for you. If you don't like it you shouldn't even be reading this anyway and I will not tolerate hate. You do not choose your sexuality and no one else has the right to make someone feel bad about who they are. Also, if any of you are having problems, or the story has triggered you, please inbox me. I love to hear from my readers.

"Listen,and listen good. I don't want a mate. I never did! So I, Ashton Smith, reject you, Saphira Richards as my mate." Ashton sneered at me in disgust. I felt tears prick my eyes as my heart seemed to shatter into a million pieces. He...rejected me. My wolf howled in pain. "B-But you're my mate, you're suppose to love me no matter what." I stuttered. He narrowed his eyes at me as a look of clear disgust crossed his face. "Well I don't, and I never will, so get over it you Loser." Ashton said. I watched as he turned around and walked away, leaving me alone and empty in the school library. Ashton Smith is a rebellious alphas son who is always partying and getting high, not to mention having a new girl every other night. Saphira Richards is a shy girl with a witty sense of humor only her friends know about. She also happens to be a werewolf. But with a dark past and secrets of her own, can she really handle what fate has thrown her way this time? What happens when paths collide, and total opposites are destined for each other? Will it just be another werewolf thing or something more? *One of my earlier books, so please forgive any mistakes, I was younger and new to writing for an audience.*