Ash was built on lies, rumors, deceitfulness- had learnt it the hard way, became what everyone accused him of being. His heart was made of ice, froze a little bit more year after year, was cold at the touch- yet he only needed something, someone to warm it, to melt that uncrossable barrier he had surrounded himself with. It cut like daggers- everyone was scared of him, wouldn't dare try and if they did he pushed them away, didn't really want to be helped- he was self destructive. That was why I thought if I held his heart in my hands, I would bleed, it would hurt, but maybe I would defeat the ice.

[ book one of the Sticks and Stones series ] Felix was a freak and Sam was hopelessly in love with him. (BoyxBoy) Highest ranking: #68 in Romance

Elliot Spellman wanted to live; he wanted to feel the rush everyone else did. He was tired of being just some kid in the back of the class who went home every night to study in his bedroom. That was how he found himself in an alley, dealing marijuana. He wanted this, he needed this. Not marijuana, but friends, a group, the thrill. Beatle, Mi, Trick, and Whiskey all agree that he can join them in their unlawful behavior (despite how boring his name is). And they all slowly bond, except Elliot seems to bond with Beatle more than the others. Maybe, a little too much. -- There is a second book in this universe with Whiskey as the main character it is called Asymptote --

(Book 1) In a world where a virus has spread turning most of the population into flesh eating monsters, there are two friends partying it up in New Orleans when the infection hits. Far away from home, they are trapped and trying to make sense of all that has happened with the help of new friends and enemies along the way. Zombies aren't the only thing to fear... Copyright © 2013 by N_D_Iverson All Rights Reserved. (Warning: This is the unedited, raw first draft) **The edited and polished version, with bonus content and a never before seen chapter, is now available on all eBook retailer websites!**

"Who are you?" I asked, wincing when I heard my voice tremble in fear. A sad smile appeared on his pale lips. "I thought maybe you would remember me." He let go of my wrist entirely and allowed his shoulders to fall. Hearing the scrambling of chairs behind me, I craned my neck and saw the others rise from the table. The group of ten or so individuals made an imposing sight, and all I could think of was to get away as fast as I could. They didn't look scary, but something was off. I could feel it. I was certain. As I dashed, I saw one a few other students ignoring those guys completely, and that's when it hit me. No one else could see them. My skin began to prickle, and fear crept up my spine and neck. I ran.