This is not your average zombie story. This isn't the beginning of an outbreak. There's no group of survivors trying to find a supposed sanctuary. And worst of all, there is no cure. Just a young man counting down how long he has until he turns. But as infected ex-zombie killer Aaron O'Connor slowly loses his humanity, he learns he can communicate with the hordes of the undead known as Deadmen. With the help of a few sentient zombies, Aaron begins uncovering the dark secrets of his safe haven along with the origins of the Deadmen and their violent, super-powered leader. Can he expose the truth before succumbing to his bloodlust? (Credit to @books1524 for the cover. Be sure to check them out!!)

TBPA summer edition gold medalist 2016. Alistair Flynn is a walking anxiety attack/accident waiting to happen. Ridden by nightmares and peer pressure of being the jock of the block, his life takes a confusing turn when a hazel-eyed boy invites himself in with no invitation. Having his nails manicured and dancing to Troye Sivan isn't the only thing confusing him anymore. The boy is the only one able to tame the beast inside Alistair's head.

Jake Gallagher has always lead a particularly average life outside of the antics of his unconventional family. Average grades, average friends, and the average teenager's aversion to familial embarrassment, until his life takes a turn for the unexpected. Because sitting three rows and catercorner from Jake in his astronomy class is Skylar Glass. The insightful, attractive, interesting, starry-eyed juvenile delinquent, whose existence exceeds average in Jake's opinion. Skylar introduces Jake to the other side of life, gives him a new reason to look at the sky, and leaves a trail of stardust that prevents Jake's existence from ever being average again. Featured; teen fiction #7 (Feb 29, '16) NOTES: This story is gay-friendly. Reader discretion is advised. TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains the use of drugs and alcohol, as well as themes of abuse, prostitution, and an allusion to non-consensual acts of sex. PLEASE GO CHECK OUT THIS AMAZING FAN ART ♡♡♡ https://www.deviantart.com/katesart2004/art/Stardust-765863986?ga_submit_new=10%3A1538124313&ga_type=edit&ga_changes=1&ga_recent=1

Ah, screw it! I'm not your dog, not your whore, and certainly not your lover. I'm Prof. Steve Finley. I teach English Lit to snot-nosed students. I'm a failed writer - those who cannot do, teach. Don't give me that look, Jack. You're a shady gangster and you don't know anything about writing or about me... Stop hiding my clothes. Stop leaving me notes with orders. Stop being so adorable when you're supposed to be the bad guy. We're in this messed up situation because of you. You're the jerk here, aren't you? Be cruel. Be awful. Because I'm falling and there's a long way down to rock bottom. Who the Hell am I? I'm Not Steve. ___This is a Psychological Romance___in which Every Detail Matters___ Reader feedback (:D): "I have 20 minutes to study 3 years of work for my maths tests... what am I going to do instead? READ MY FAVOURITE BOOK!" - Beano (@Starb0y) " I've been on this site for far too looooong, and sadly you can easily count just how many quality gay mature stories are in here. So when I stumbled upon yours I found myself immersed, made me interested in Wattpad again. Totally love this book, keep up the great work. " - @fishballsamurai Book 1 of the Kairos series. COMPLETED. Enjoy, leave a comment and follow for updates. :) **Graphic Content 18+ **This is a Gay Erotic Novel of sorts**WARNING**You might enjoy it**

"My name is Jace Overton, and I have schizophrenia." Mr. Stevenson stood from his desk, his eyes widening and surprise slapping him in the face as if he'd just discovered vibranium. "Wow, so you're a schizophrenic?" My mom told me there were three kinds of people in the world: people that didn't care, people that cared enough, and people that cared too much. He was definitely the third type of person. "No, I have schizophrenia. I am not a schizophrenic." "Is there a difference?" I stared at him blankly, "I wouldn't have corrected you if there wasn't." ----- Jace is weird. Jace has a blunted affect, a knack for memorizing, and a strong attraction to a Pakistani girl named Elizabeth. He also has a distant father, an overbearing psychiatrist and two best friends that get him into situations (some of which end with his nose [and heart] being broken). He has a sister that's ten years his senior, daily medication, serious hatred for the color white and a mere four years to accomplish the following things: 1) Make his parents fall in love with each other again. 2) Make Elizabeth fall in love with him. 3) Get people to understand that he has schizophrenia, he is not a schizophrenic. The former is attached to an identity while the latter is a label. A CampNaNoWriMo Novel

Everyone knows the Wyatt twins as Samantha and George, but only the two of them know each other for who they really are: Sam and Rose. The twins have always known that their genders are flipped, and they know how important it is to keep this fact a secret. With inattentive parents and no friends to speak of, this hasn't exactly been difficult so far. They go through life with two simple rules: stick together, and trust no one else. But their first year of high school brings unexpected challenges that threaten to tear the twins apart, and before long, keeping their identities a secret becomes the least of their worries. When an unthinkable tragedy occurs, they're both left to worry not so much about staying together, but more about staying alive.

{{completed}} Like father like son, some would say. In Venom's case, that fact was more of a curse than anything as he found himself longing after his and Klaus's adopted son.

{{completed}} Venom is a villain. An insane villain, who just escaped a mental hospital he was sent at after having killed a hero in the most twisted way one could witness. Now that he's free, he gets to meet the super human to have replaced the other. Will he behave after the years he spent in that institution? Of course he won't.

Like any other teenager, I wanted a damn break from school. Well, a murder on campus gave me that break. Sadly (for me, mostly) the murder had to do with my new... "friend": a homicidal, obsessive, cunning, and possessive stalker with an irritating sense of humor. How did I stumble onto the stalker of all stalkers? no. damn. clue. What I do know is that they text me obsessively, kill people around me, and threaten my friends and family if I throw away my phone or tell the cops. Well, they cover the categories of insane, murderous, and annoying, so I'm already screwed. But that doesn't mean I'm going down without a fight.