"This is the story of my senior year of high school, and how I was forced into an unlikely friendship with an unlikely person, and how we both fucked each other's lives up." AU: Tristan is a senior who is just hoping to stay alive 'til June so he can graduate and get the hell out of high school. Brad is a junior who w...
in which tristan is the only one who can make brad's forty-two-beats-a-minute heart race.
I, Tristan Oliver Vance Evans, have one year to find my soulmate, whoever they may be, or I will fall victim to the fusing process and will have my soul ripped out. God help me.
He was pretty and he loved it. He loved the feeling of women's clothes. He loved the stroke of a brand new mascara against his long, beautiful eyelashes that his sparkling eyes shimmered beneath. I felt myself falling more everyday. And I loved that.
|| hey this book is the prequel to my Tradley story Songbird, made to tie together a few loose ends, so if you want to go check that one out before/after this one, since it's a prequel it doesn't really matter to be fair || "I didn't think about love or how much I wanted him to be there with me, he didn't even cross m...
__ "I can't love you." "...I don't understand." "And you never will. This is your what if." "I don't want you to be my what if, though." "And I didn't want him to be mine, yet here we are.' __ Tristan Evans, notorious man whore and slut of the century has lost the man he cared most about. He is severely depressed and...
Sometimes, I still remember the taste of his lips. Connor Ball, sometimes, you are here with me. ----- WARNINGS: extremelly sad :'), some sex references but not really, and sad stuff in hospitals and you know.
The classic story of a boy with cancer and another who is madly in love with him. #1 in Bronnor tag!
"I'm so glad you're okay Tristan!" I ran up and hugged him. "Thank you but who are you?" "I'm brad ...you don't know me?" I asked there standing frozen. "Nope should I?"
With his mind floating in a sea of guilt, sadness and self hatred, he stared through his bedroom window the whole day waiting for the boy to show up. But he didn't. The window he had sneaked through hundreds of times didn't lighten up that night and remained that way for the next eight years. As he stared at those flo...
No one knows. And that's what I love. There's no simplicity that makes it boring. Our love is esoteric, only we know.
Every demon had a purpose, Connor's was to drive his victims to a state of insanity, and eventually suicide. But to Connor, Bradley was an exception, he was different to any other human he had known. When Brad starts questioning wether Connor is real or not, Connor has an important decision to make: Should he spare hi...
Dear whoever, I am scared, but he is here. so I guess it's okay, maybe I haven't lost my spark. Or maybe it's just him, maybe he's my spark. -Bradley
in which there are a lot of things tristan doesn't know about himself, but when he finds an unconscious boy in the trunk of his car, it may lead him to finding out who he really is.
