this is just a short poem describing some small things transgenders feel every day. now, not being a transgender myself, some may not be all correct but I really believe that people are people and it doesn't matter what you are its who you are.
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 grou...
(Boyxboy) Endymion was an outcast, a werewolf who couldn't transform. He didn't have any place in the pack at all. Death was his sentence however by some miracle he managed to escape. Living a normal life and forgetting about his origins, he was happy. Until the future Alpha of the pack starts to pursue him. Will he...
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...