(Kellic) After an unimaginable tragedy leaves his family devastated, Vic Fuentes is forcibly admitted to J. Greenwood State Mental facility. With stone walls carefully built around his heart and deepest secrets he will never tell, he is trying to survive the war of abysmal hatred he feels toward himself and everyone around him. In a constant fight between mind and matter, he is struggling to stay in touch with reality. Even if it is against his will, he finally meets someone who begins to make him realize, everyone is their own kind of crazy. And maybe, just maybe, things don't have to be so bad [TRIGGER WARNING: PLEASE DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED.] ‼️☠️🕊️‼️

Kellin decides to go to a Chinese restaurant and he opens his fortune cookie it says. "Your life is in danger... Say nothing to anyone you must leave the state and never return say nothing..." He gets scared so decides to move.

"That's Kellin. He's original"

Kellin Quinn is a new student in a boarding school, his eyes set on his attractive english teacher Vic Fuentes.

It's not weird to be fucking your Sex ED teacher... Right?

What happens when a young man walks through the doors of an established hotel?

(Smut) Kellin is a twink; a newly-hired teen porn star. He's used to giving sexual favors to other people- specifically strangers- in return for money. He's always kept it a secret, until he lands himself in an unexpected predicament. His best friend's brother, Vic, casually stumbles upon one of Kellin's videos, which could lead to catastrophic circumstances. There is only one way to keep Vic from spilling the beans- and it has nothing to do with money.

de·pres·sion dəˈpreSH(ə)n/ noun * feelings of severe despondency and dejection. |-/ {Trigger warning- suicidal thoughts, self-harm, mature language, and violence} >Edited<

We were enemies by birth. We were in love by choice. [trigger warning for like three chapters]

~Kellic Short Story~ Although there was other groups of people outside the school enjoying their lunch, all the older Fuentes could see was the messy raven black hair from his spot at the picnic table. His friends continued to chat amongst themselves, oblivious to the lonely boy across the feild. Vic felt his heart shatter into tiny shards as he noticed the tears painting the boys flawless pale skin.