Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.

Devon's been in the system for as long as he could remember, bouncing from house to house, but never finding a place he could call home. After finally settling into his new placement everything goes downhill fast. An incident at his school gets Devon sent away to a place even worse then any of the other foster homes he has been sent to. Not a house full of bratty kids, a crack den, or a place with an abusive foster dad. It's a mansion. A mansion full of troubled kids just like himself. It's where all the kids who are too troublesome to deal with, get sent. At first Devon thinks it will be just like the rest except with a big fancy house, that is until he meets Neco. Neco is one of the sexy Dom's who are going to force Devon to submit to them, even if it takes a spanking or two. (Warning! This book contains BDSM, and all sorts of sexual content.)

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.

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WORK-IN-PROGRESS I REPEAT. THIS IS A WORK IS PROGRESS. \ also this is my very first ever written story. im sorry it sucks asshole >like sam it is a story of one of my characters, Sam. will sam ever go back to living his boring life of writing fanfiction and drawing out the scenes of his own gay experiences? or will he love ever minute of his new experience and never want to go back.. never want to function on his own. ever... ever again. WIP WIP WIP WIP WIP WIP WIP ❤