Trey has spent the last ten years drowning in drugs because he is too afraid to deal with real-life situations. He avoids confrontations whenever he can and keeps to himself, not wanting to form any kind of relationship with anyone. When the death of the most beloved peculiar shocks the entire city, Trey finds himself drawn back into the world of heroes and villains. To make matters worse, a dome appears out of nowhere and traps the people of Tombstone. With nowhere to run or hide, Trey is forced to face his demons and find out who is responsible for the dome. But his search leads him down a dark past where he has to come to terms with who he is and who he once was if he wants to get the answers he needs and save Tombstone from the evil consuming it. TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains scenes of violence and mature subject matter that may be distressing to some readers.

The story of your sexual capitulation told by the bloodthirsty supervillain who discovered your secret identity, ruined every chance of you maintaining a normal functioning relationship, and is kinda-sorta (without a doubt, definitely) obsessed with you. ***** Your name is Hector Jean-Baptiste. By day you're an upstanding college student: rugby star, stellar Haitian son, autism activist. By night you're Makeshift, an electrokinetic powerhouse hailed as the greatest superhero of our generation. Keeping your beloved alter ego a secret shouldn't be an issue, but recently your sadistic archnemesis, Vortex, can't seem to grasp the importance of personal space... Basically, the deadliest villain in the world disguises himself as a charming barista intending to seduce, corrupt, and destroy America's favorite poster boy (AKA You) only to fall dangerously in love with the kind-hearted man (Also You) behind the mask instead. Whoops? ★ Featured during #CelebrateBlackStories, #BlackPride2021, and #WrittenwithPride2021 ★ Wattpad Certified Fresh Read CONTENT WARNING: This story contains strong language, mild violence, sensual themes, and mentions of racism and homophobia.

After a brutal act of police brutality, the most important figure in Kendra Lyon's life is ripped away from her. Consumed by grief Kendra has channeled all of her anger towards her peers not trusting those who don't look like her. She's built up a strong wall of emotions against them in order to protect herself that no one can seem to tear down. That is until she meets the one boy who could possibly see her beyond her rage. He's willing to endure her smart remarks and sassy attitude just to catch a glimpse of the real Kendra Lyon. Kendra vows to never fall for him because after all he's just another white boy and to her, that's an insult to her father's memory.

He slowly backs up until his back is against the wall like my own, "You're..my neighbor?" He points to my door and I nod my head quickly. He hums softly, "You been here a while?" He asks and I nod my head once again. He chuckles, "Ya head hurt?" I nod again but stop as he laughs softly, "I-I mean.. no.. it doesn't." My cheeks burn red as I look at my shoes, "I-It doesn't hurt.." I repeat like a dummy and listen to him clear his throat, "So do you actually live there or was it bull?" He nods to my door and I play with my fingers, "Yeah.. I do.." I feel his eyes watch me and I quickly stop. "You live with your boyfriend or do you like sweatshirts that reach your knees?" He teased, making a giggle slip past my lips. I look away to the floor again, "I-I like big shirts... a lot." I mumble softly and he nods his head, "Hol' up." He puts his box down before walking over to one of the grey bins. I nosily watch as he pulls out a big grey sweatshirt, "Here." He holds it out for me to take and I stare at him with wide eyes, "F-For me?" I hesitantly grab the soft fabric as he chuckles, "Nah for ya mom." I puff my cheeks a little and give him a small glare, "Hush." He leans back against the wall and shakes his head, "It's cold out. You should put it on." ____________________________ She was a shy girl from the city with no spine and a list of problems so long that it could touch the floor and roll off her shoes. Though troublesome, she never truly minded because despite her fears, she was a smart little thing and worked around it. But like many of us, it kept her trapped in a tight little box. The fear of pain, insecurities, and endless thoughts held her back from the life she dreamt of. Until she met him. He was everything she could pray for and more. Tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, and caring. Perhaps she could peek out her little box.. just this once? __________ PLEASE STOP COPY PASTING MY BOOK!!!! THEIF!!! #1 in Daddy (1/1/2021) #1 in Black Romance (5/15/21)

Just Imagine Being sucked into your Favorite Drama and end Up being stuck there. There you meet the Main girl Shancai. But everything took a turn when You Appeared. Little did You know that everything was planned by your so called " GodFather" Just a heads up This story Involves a lot of Different things. It's not supposed to be like the Actual Meteor Garden. The story Line will also be somewhat the same and the outcome will also be different. Includes: -Strong and Uncomfortable Language -

Playing with fire is bad for those who burn themselves. For the rest of us, it is a very great pleasure. - Anonymous

Natalie Chambers didn't know about her father's gang, that is until he sold her. What Natalie didn't know is that he sold her to, one of the most dangerous gang leaders around. Carter Grayson. {PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY IDEAS} Achievements #12 in Romance

My name is Skylar Rose Smith. Im 16 years old and am 5'3. I have long blonde hair and baby blue eyes. I have my belly button pierced and my nose pierced. I also have a tattoo of my dads army unit on my back. Everyschool has a 'badboy'. Will I survive living with him when my mom sells me to him?