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.

❝You're beautiful, you know?❞ xoG Frank knew he had gained weight. He didn't need his students nor fellow colleagues to give him shit about it though. ❝I hope you know, because you are.❞ xoG It wasn't something he could 'fix' with by snapping his fingers. And maybe he didn't want to 'fix' it either. ❝Show me how beautiful you are.❞ xoG That's at least what 'xoG' makes him feel about himself every time he found the small yet cute and meaningful notes on his office desk. ❝People should learn to appreciate the beautiful things in their lives.❞ xoG But he still can't shake off that edgy feeling every time he reads the small notes. The edgy feeling that it's a student sending them. ❝I learned to appreciate beauty when I saw you.❞ xoG Even though Frank practically knows, he can't help the fluttering feeling to develop inside him. Cover credit to @tragician_child

Once upon a time, there was a village ruled by complete chaos, fear and death. The people who lived there suffered daily, living in fear from the threat of the forest. Werewolves. The men fought the large beasts bravely but eventually they fell, leaving the village vulnerable with each body that returned shredded and beyond recognition. It was an era of blood and suffering. Still one man made a difference. The young mayor offered a price for the village's safety. A girl would be sacrificed to the beasts as an offering, theirs to do as they please. The wolves agreed and it was sealed with blood. And so the era of red ended. Days turned into centuries and the ritual engraved itself into the people's lives. It was one night, repeated twelve times a year, intended for female sacrifices. Until Red changed the course of the ritual.

I just smirked at the way they all looked down on me. The way they all try to trip me down and glare like they can kill me with one look. I could easily laugh their stupidity and small minds as I make it through the day the way I've always done it. By myself. With no friends. No family. I don't cry myself to sleep hoping that my prince will come and save me... I don't beg those dimwitted jocks to stop giving me a hard time whenever they get the chance. I don't try to fit in when the person I'll hurt the most is myself by lying. I don't wish that my dead parents will come back when I know they won't. I don't do this because I, Carter Summers, am a strong willed person that knows the sad fact that this.... This... is my reality..... When Carter gets a small request from a teacher for his creative way of writing. He temporarily joins the newspaper club to gain extra credit to assure his scholarship. His job is to answer questions from the entire Newton High's students and give them advice. But since the entire population hates him for being homosexual, he does this in secret by answering within the papers, and goes by the name of... Reality. ***Cover by RougeHopes*** #19 in Teen Fiction