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Nathaniel Jean's Senior Year  by stayonbrand
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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.
How Jack Wrote The Universe (Revised) by trainvvreck
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[Revised] Jack Halley is best known in Hayden for his writing, deemed as the boy who writes with stars, his title soon gets challenged when Hayden's Miss Sunshine commits suicide one day leaving no suicide letter, only her lacerated wrist connected to her dead body. With his title in danger, Jack must find out who this girl was and write the best eulogy he can come up with before the girl's burial ceremony. Set in a two-week course, Jack soon unravels who Hayden's Miss Sunshine really was. But Jack tends to glorify and puts people on high pedastal easily. Can he cope after all the lies been said? Especially when he finds out that Ladi isn't really the girl he and everyone, thinks? This is Jack and Ladi's story; this is how he wrote the universe and put it into one paragraph. #nobullying -- Current cover by: xdemonsflowerx
Shades of Tea by IamRecklessandBrave
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Copyright © 2014 Neha Elise is a cynic. She doesn't believe in love, or beauty. She hates all things colourful, walks around like she's going to funeral oh, and did I mention she's mute? Dylan is a romantic. He loves life and has a smile plastered to his face. Serving coffees all day never tires him but when a certain anti-social brunette starts to frequent his café his curiosity is peaked. Every morning he makes her tea, gives her a lemon cupcake and watches as she scribbles away in a notebook or stare out the window as if she were solving the world's problems in her head. He wants to show her that love is out there, you just have to see. Together they go on an unforgettable journey seeking out the world's most precious treasures.
Like Hurricanes by live-artistically
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Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]
Royals {book #1} by LoveLikeStarlight
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I thought they were myths. Legends. Stories, just to make our people scared of what lurks in the dark. Guess I was wrong. They're real. Life behind the shadows exists. A rather different world than ours I should say, filled with creatures unknown to the men of today. And now as I lay down on the hard surface out of sight but not of scent I watched as death itself took slow steps to were I was hiding. I knew I was going to die one day but, I didn't know that I would live a short life...