Carter is a disabled 19 years old ex football player. After an accident one year ago, he was cursed to a lifetime in a wheelchair. Ryder is an antisocial 18 years old jock. He became the quarterback of the football team after his biggest rival, Carter Matvey, changed schools for a totally unknown reason. What happens when Carter's father employs the jock to be the boy's caregiver? Are the two quarterbacks able to go a few quarters back and score points into this crazy match of love? What about the fact that under his impenetrable shell of muscles Ryder hides a very soft core? After Carter breaks his walls will he transform into puddle? Follow their juicy trip of love and hate and you'll find out . "Ryder? I think Rider suits you better... in like... Cart Rider " Best rankings: •1 in mxm •1 in bxm •2 in lgbt •14 boyxboy •7 gay ✇W̳A̳R̳N̳I̳N̳G̳_1✇ тнιѕ вooĸ can ιndυce ғeelιngѕ oғ dιѕrυpтιon and anхιeтy ғor нoмopнoвeѕ. ιт conтaιnѕ gay relaтed тнeмeѕ. ✇W̳A̳R̳N̳I̳N̳G̳_2✇ тнιѕ вooĸ can caυѕe angѕт and dιѕappoιnтмenт тo тнe people deѕιroυѕ oғ ѕad endιngѕ. All мy worĸѕ нave нappy endιngѕ. Thís вσσk αlsσ íncludєs smut! σur gαч sσuls cαn't lívє wíthσut smut!

Chronic fatigue syndrome is a state of profound fatigue that is not improved by bed rest and that may get worse with physical or mental activity. This fatigue significantly interferes with daily activities and work. I have that syndrome. My name is William Elijah Brookes and I haven't left the house in over two months. My closet consists of comfy clothes and socks, along with several pairs of slippers. My closest friend is my older sister, who brings me chocolates, teddies and house plants to dote on. I am a CFS sufferer. I am The Pajama Kid.

An unruly ten year old boy, consumed by grief after the death of his father two years ago, has gradually turned into a bear. His mother has him captured and sent deep into the forest after she realizes that she cannot properly care for him. Now left to fend for himself, Bernard must adapt to life in the wilderness while struggling to preserve what's left of his humanity. Cover by @-DeeIsDead-

Ava Vice is simply The Girl who Fought to Provide, her brother is the only person she has and the only person she worries about more than herself, as long as her brother is fed and has a roof over his head, she didn't care about anything else. She's had the weight of the world on her shoulders since that tragic night but she managed, she had to. What happens when she catches the attention of a group? Will she let them in? ©️All Rights Reserved, Sentima Mani 2018.

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

-It's dark. The music comforts me, whilst the shadows consume me. I let them eat away at me, but he burns through. Brighter and stronger than anything else I have ever seen before. - A sweet tale of a broken girl who finds someone to bring her back to life. (Note: This is a very light, simple, and short love story that also deals with mental illness and a passion for music. It's not the length of a normal book, and the plot moves fairly quickly.)

"With all due respect sir, adding a new member to this team will only slow us down." "On the contrary, if anything your team will slow her down." *** She's the ghost story you tell around a camp fire. The monster that hides in your closet. The nightmare that wakes you from your sleep. She's the definition of the word 'deadly'. She never smiles, never shows any emotion other than a blank stare. Unless, she's pissed, then it shows. She doesn't trust any of the other agents, only the chief. She doesn't play nice with others. She's a solo agent, always works alone, but that's about to change. Respect her and she'll take a bullet for you. Mistreat her and she'll put a bullet in you...if you're lucky. She's Agent 13... ***Book 1*** Highest Ranking: #1 in Action

"Your late. I meant what I said about on the dot." Devlin says calmly, not looking up from the piles of paper on his desks. Korra nervously fiddles her thumbs. "I-I must have lost track of time." She stutters out. She hated that she stuttered when she was nervous. Devlin slowly looks up at her. His eyes took in her appearance with wide eyes. She was startled by his bewildered look. Did he not like the dress? He said to dress nicely. She thought to herself. In quick movements he was by her side. His lips crashed into hers, hungrily. In one smooth move he picks Korra up in his arms. Her legs wrap around him instinctively. He lead her to wall, slamming her against the cold, hard surface. There tongues dancing inside of one another's mouths. Then in inhuman strength he lifts her up onto his shoulders. His head disappearing under the hem of her red skirt. Meet Korra Knight. Fresh into collage. When she gets a new job. Her boss holds a dark secret. Can she tame the beast within him?

Rage is the residential psycho of the club. Tormented by his own demons he lives in pain and agony, a constant state of rage. Everyone knows him as the Hellhound of the Riders of Tyr , known for his cruelty and the joy he gets from causing pain. To others and to himself. Loyal to his King and the club he craves for the liberation death will bring him. Till he meets Iris. Iris has escaped Hell and lives out on the streets till she surprises everyone and becomes a mechanic for the Riders. Afraid of her own shadow, plagued by the terrifying memories she never feels safe. Until she meets Rage.

One thing, just one little thing Julie had to do to have a... Let's say decent... First day at her new school... Don't. Draw. Attention. First impressions mean everything. Just one little screw up and she knew that she would have to wish her junior year goodbye. So she decided to stick to this one grand rule that would ultimately determine her social life, reputation, and mentality. Survive through highschool. How hard can it be right? ... WRONG!!!! She was reading in her room when she just decided to take one... Little... HARMLESS glance outside of her new bedroom window. But all of a sudden... BAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There stood a half naked, greek god bad boy right before her very own eyes!! So you may ask, what do you do in a situation like this? SIMPLE. You squat down in the middle of your bedroom floor... Because that's obviously not embarrassing... And start doing ninja rolls from one side of the room to the window curtains going COMPLETELY UNNOTICED. Well... That is until you bang your head against the wall after doing a total of SIX slightly slanted ninja rolls right in front of your friendly... Still without clothes... Abs are present... Somewhat very sexy... Abs are still present... Okay really good looking... ABS I REPEAT ABS ON SHOW... Hot, sexy, and did I mention ab-delicious Neighbor Or to be more specific... Ashton Rider. Say goodbye to an unnoticed school year, and hello to the bad boy's world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Book one in the T.B.B.B. (The Bad Boy Boxer) Series WARNING: Lots of typing mistakes!!! Read at your own risk!! Editing will be taken place when I find motivation!!! (Heh... about that....)