NOTE: The story contains mature actions and issues. It tells about the love between two young men. The story is NOT edited, but I have begun with that, so please read the Author's Note CAREFULLY, thank you. How do fire and ice combine together? Meet Travis Henderson, sort of new student, blunt to extreme when he can't keep his tongue on a leash, extravagant, vain and cocky as a cat and afraid of nothing. Well, almost. Although with his looks it's very difficult to walk-by unnoticed, he wants to keep a low profile and prefers to stay alone and the company of his I-pod only. Oh, did we mention he is gay? Proud and loud, he would say. Travis knows no half measures when it comes to feelings; he feels a fire burning inside him and has to let it out. Travis must have the object of his interest no matter what, but fire can really burn and hurt you, even if you are its master. And what happens when you realize who you want is the only man impossible to have? Yes, Travis is like a burning and shining ball of fire. Meet Aleksandr Lebedev, half Russian half American, star of the ice-hockey school team. Being 6′3″ tall with a fierce and dangerously annoyed glare make him one of the most feared guys in school. And he likes to be feared by useless and annoying people, since he doesn't appreciate to be involved in others' business at all. Sasha is like the solid and cold ice on which he skates, and only his family and closest friends have a place in his glacial world and heart. That's all you will ever get from Aleksandr and mind well not to annoy him. There is ice in his veins and nothing else. How will it turn out to bump into a constant magnet for trouble? How fire and ice combine together? Will the cold ice extinguish the fire or will the burning and unpredictable fire melt the ice?

Two dads, five siblings, and goggles! Grim Doyle has always known his life was not exactly "normal", and things get even more curious when he discovers a set of stones that sweep him and his family to the fantasy, steampunk world of Verne - a place they had escaped from years ago. Now that they've returned, Grim and his siblings hide from the evil Lord Victor and his minions. And while learning about Jinns, Mystics, and the power of absinth they try to discover who is trying to kill them with the deadly Scourge. "This book is one part J.K. Rowling, one part Lemony Snicket, one part H.G Wells/Jules Verne, and all parts awesome!" - Tiffany's Bookshelf

**This is a BoyxBoy story that is unedited. It was written in 2009 and finished in around 2015. You've been warned!** Verin is a demon and the best part, he's the prince of the Underworld. He's completely ignorant and can't help but act spoiled as he wishes. All he cares about is getting the throne so that his lazy, sex-drive father can get off it. His father wants Verin to go buy a slave to learn responsibilities and Verin begrudgingly does as told. Now, he as a pet werewolf named Faolan as his slave, and he has no idea what to do with him. Instead of planning to use him and quickly get rid of him as planned for when he gets the throne, would he end up falling for this little werewolf? But what Verin doesn't know was that there are other things going on inside the castle besides learning responsibility. There were many secrets that were left untold that Verin would get sucked into. This could lead to him losing the throne especially if he falls in love with a male werewolf. So, will Verin fight for what he wants? **This whole story is unedited so I apologize ahead of time for all grammatical errors, plot holes, rushed areas/dry ones and so many more stuff**

The brush of an arm, the tap of a hand, any skin to skin contact and Dakota Grinn is plagued with the horror of that person's death. He sees the Number, the date they'll die, and feels the pain they encounter when they do. Skin melting, knife twisting, bones cracking; Dakota feels it. And he's sick of it. Abandoned by his parent's because of his "gift", Dakota hops around foster home to foster home. The beginning of his 8 days start at a new foster home with a kind, understanding foster mom with a too low Number. As the 8 days pass, Dakota meets Andy, an adorable, sweet guy that insists on being his friend. Normally secluding himself from people, Dakota feels drawn to Andy. Is it the fact that his cute face takes his breath away? Is it because his light, gentle voice calms Dakota instantly? Or is it how whenever he feels Andy's Number, Dakota is filled with warmth and love and the feeling of having lived a long, happy life? And the strangest thing; Dakota sees himself right there with him, holding Andy lovingly in his arms. Even with the single source of warmth, Dakota is still left with the fear and pain of others' deaths. But only 8 days. He only needs to last 8 more days. Then Dakota ends it all. Or will Andy be able to save him in time?

Once I was a god. Worshiped. Revered. The huddled masses cast themselves at my feet, heads bowed and eyes wide. Save us, they begged. Spare us, they pleaded. And, fool that I was, I tried. Now I am nothing. Fallen. A bitter memory of an age long passed. A broken old fool too stubborn to die. This is my story. My rise, my fall. The pathetic mess, after. Read it. Don’t. I care little. My words are not for you.