Sequel to It's Like Monopoly, But Physical.

This is it. This is it for Kat and Hunter. Well, for us it is. For the, it's only the beginning. <3

"There are no dress rehearsels in life, Daniel." I grabbed my lip ring. "Then it's a good job I learnt my lines." Daniel Storm has been caught up in a world of violence, sex and anger. He's trying so hard to figure out his place in the world but just can't seem to get anything right. The only person who he honestly cares about is his Dad. In fact, he absolutley loves his Dad to pieces. Hunter is Daniel's idol and Daniel tries hard to be exactly like him. With newly dyed black hair and an old lip ring, Daniel is just like Hunter used to be. But even though Daniel feels extremley close to Hunter, he feels extremley far away from Kat. Feeling neglected by his adoptive mother, Daniel turns to drug abuse, self hate and drinking. Smoking joints and hardcore partying, Daniel doesn't have a care in the world. But getting caught up in a world of violence and anger, Daniel realizes that he is in more trouble than he thought. Trapped in a relationship full of fighting and abuse, Daniel can't seem to find a way out. He feels cut apart and he's not sure what to do to make it all stop. WARNING: Scenes of sexual violence, strong language, physical abuse and extremley hot emo boys<3 ( and yes, those of you who have asked, the start of the description is from skins ^.^

3 years ago, my Step Dad adopted a son. His name was Hunter. For 13 years of his life, Hunter was neglected and abused by his parents. Beaten and raped, Hunter knew nothing good of the world. His Father eventually became a socio-path and shot the Mother. But as he was about to kill Hunter, Police arrived. The Dad shot himself instead. Hunter is now 16 and has been living in my family for 3 years. It's an understatement to say that we don't get along. Hunter is just angry at the world. He drinks and smokes and swears and fights. He kicks me and punches me simply because he's scared. He pushes everyone away. He has flashbacks and nightmares and can't seem to take anymore. Though I know he has reasons for being such an inconsiderate asshole, I still hate him. Our family has now moved to Cyprus. We're only staying for a while, so we just got a small appartment. Bad part about that? It's got 2 rooms. Me and Hunter have to share. At first I hate it. But then over the weeks, I begin to see how broken Hunter Storm really is. He's not just a dick, he's scared. And I'm slowly starting to comfort him through his troubles. We're getting somewhere, but then the worst possible thing happens. But strangley, it's bringing us closer. He's sleeping in my bed, he's crying to me, he's holding my hand. I'm holding him at night, I'm wearing his hoodies, I'm smiling at his touch. Before I even realize it, I'm in love. { Strong Language Throughout! Includes Physical/Sexual Abuse Scenes & Sex Please Don't Read If Bad Language Makes You Cry. But If You Like Hot Emo Boys With Lip Rings, Read Ahead ^.^ }

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From eight year olds to eighty-eight year olds. Letters from Liam.

Mackenzie Miller was a regular teenager girl, this is until she met her hot new teacher, Mr.Styles. They immediately begin to have a relationship that is less than appropriate for a teacher and student. Will their feelings for each other be strong enough to overcome everything that comes between them? © 2014, alyloves1direction ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

In this Madhouse, there is more than one patient. The walls are littered with the stories of countless men and women who have come seeking sanctity from their own minds. Shattered remnants of broken psyches lay littered on the floor, in rotting beds, in crumbling walls... These are the Scribblings from the Asylum Walls. Welcome to the Madhouse...

The game is called paranoia. Everyone gets a name. The object of the game is to 'kill' that person. This time, the game was taken too far. And now, someone has to die.