A writer searching for belonging and a serial killer in the midst of a murder spree collide under the most unlikely circumstances. Now they must face their demons or face their own destruction. ©2018 squishylilyoongi

[COMPLETED] [Warning: Strong language used throughout the book.] He put his hand over my notebook and the other over mine. I glared up at him, his golden brown eyes catching my attention. "I can't write like this," I pointed out. "Is this all you care about?" Ryan asked. I shrugged. "Not this specifically, but yeah, I care about my grades." Ryan smirked. I swallowed nervously but refused to break my stoic expression. He leaned closer to me, my heart pounding so hard against my chest it felt like it might break out and fall on the table between us. His mouth was right by my ear, and I could feel his warm breath when he spoke which sent shivers down my spine. "Well, aren't you a little a scholar?" *** The only things Alex Moris ever cared about were his grades and his sister. However, when the boy his sister likes, Ryan Smithe, makes things complicated and causes him to feel things he's never felt before, Alex realizes that, maybe, there's more important things in life than grades and scholarships. [Word Count: 40,216] [BoyxBoy] ~#14 in the "BoyxBoy" tag on 3/5/2019~ ~#14 in the "love" tag on 12/28/2018~ ~#8 in the "lgbt" and "lgbtq" tags on 1/4/2019~ ~#1 in the "loveislove" tag on 1/12/2019~ ~#31 in the "romance" tag on 2/10/2019~ ~#2 in the "BxB" tag on 3/9/2019~

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION When Elliot Goldman meets his sweet and charming new lab partner, Jordan Hughes, suddenly high school doesn't seem so bad. For the first time ever, Elliot can't wait to get to chemistry class... ***** Smart, good looking and charismatic, Jordan opens Elliot's eyes to the possibilities around him and gives him butterflies like nobody else does. Jordan isn't exactly the kind of person Elliot's used to having as a lab partner, but when they start acing their assignments, life is suddenly about more than boring lectures, bad cafeteria nachos, or relentless bullying. And then one night, the butterflies start to make sense - the trouble is, now nothing else does. As Elliot begins to figure out how he really feels about Jordan, he realizes that sometimes the last thing you are expecting is the one thing you need the most. [[word count: 40,000-50,000 words]]

A detailed look at the insanely cool life of the insanely cool Jared Kleinman.

Fluff and fireworks.

Fed up with being picked on, a geeky boy with a big secret hires the school's toughest senior as a bodyguard to protect him from the bullies. Cover by @glynfrans

At first glance, nobody would be able to tell that Nathaniel Jean had a problem. Or second glance, or third, or fourth. After all, he had everything. He was a captain of his school's soccer team and one of the top players in the state. He had a big house and money to spend. He had family, he had friends, he had fun, he had faith. He never meant for it to happen. He never wanted to look at another man in the way he should have been looking at a woman. The idea had disgusted him for most of his life - living in a heavily Catholic town with heavily Catholic parents, homophobia was the only response he knew. That didn't change when he first realized that he didn't like girls. No, Nathaniel Jean was still homophobic. He hated the idea of a man sleeping with another man. He was raised on the notion that all gays went to hell, and he believed it. He despised them, and so he despised himself. Nathaniel Jean was more fortunate than most, because help did arrive for him. Help by the name of Lucas Morgan, they boy he'd always known but never known. The boy with big dreams and bigger talent. The boy that changed Nathaniel's life over the course of their thirty-six week long senior year.

"I scan him over with my eyes, forgetting about the compromising position I'm in with my hips pressed up against his and the pain I feel in my hand. My hands start to search him for any sign he's hurt but it's hard because I see blood mixing with coffee on the floor and I can't seem to find the source of the wound. My fingers gently graze over his stomach and he tenses under my touch. I assume I've found an injury so I lift his black, coffee-soaked t-shirt to investigate. His eyes have been squeezed shut this whole time, his face a look of anguish but they suddenly flash open and his hands abruptly catch mine. He clenches his jaw, my eyes briefly flitter to the motion and then to the red blush of his cheeks. "Get. Your hands. Off my shirt." It takes me a moment to stop staring at his face but I eventually respond. "Yes, of course." I gulp nervously. "I'll get off if you could just-" I nod my head, gesturing toward his large hands that are still clamped tightly onto mine. His eyes widen and he lets go of me immediately. It's when I'm pushing myself off of him that I finally notice the source of the bleeding. All of a sudden my vision goes black." I CAN'T BELIEVE THE ORIGINAL C&N IS ALMOST AT A MILLION READS AND I'M SUPER EXCITED TO BE PUBLISHING THIS EDITED VERSION THAT'S A LOT BETTER WRITTEN!!! I respond to all comments :-) please give the book some love and feel free to point out typos Pictures are from weheartit

"I want a queen to rule by my side." Azazel looked at me like he couldn't believe I was the ruler of Hell. "... My lord, you have ruled alone for thousands of years. Why is it that you decide this only now?" I shrugged. Why only now? Not even I knew. "Well... Think about it. You always here about a king and a queen ruling, but here it's always 'Lord Lucifer' this and 'The Evil Overlord' that. Just once I'd like to hear about 'The Evil Overlord and his Wife.'" *Cover by @Submissivekitty2* (Thank you!)

Caffeine deprived, stressed out college kid, Stephan, knows his barista hates him because the guy tells him so on the label of his cup every, single day. So why then does the bottom of the cup say something entirely different...? Wattpride featured selection!