here at sunny hills mental hospital, resides a rag-tag bunch of guys who may or may not belong here. but oh well. aren't we all a little bit mad? maybe you're the one who belongs here. (I know bad description I couldn't come up with much better) warnings: mental illnesses, possible death, other stuff but it'd be spoiling it In no way shape or form am I trying to make fun of people with these disorders. Mental disorders are diseases and are very serious. The intention of this book isn't trying to romanticize them either. Also I am not an expert on mental disorders so I'm sorry if I mess up small details.

life was officially over for vikram barn the second he got sentenced to fifteen years behind bars. everything lost it's point. talking. moving. eating. breathing. it was all just a waste of time and energy that led up to inevitable death, according to vik. but when vik's new cellmate saw just how little the adorable, indian boy actually cared about living, he made it his new purpose to somehow make vik want to live again. (this description was such bullshit, what am i doing) (but btw, this book features all the other sdmn in the prison as well. so, ha, criminals! yay!)

One just wants to see the world. The other just wants to escape their world. (A Zerkstar Story) Cover by: @Strawberryskittle

Longsleeved shirts, if not then hoodies. What hides underneath? Vikkstar123 X Miniminter Fanfiction. Warning: triggering material. Can't promise an update schedule...

the stars in the sky will always be pretty, but none will ever be as beautiful as the star by my side.

I guess happiness was too much to ask for considering I never got it.

Simon and Josh are now outcasts trying to regain their lives. But first, some revenge has to be served.

Two of Los Santos most well known criminals have hit the climax of their lives. It's all downhill from here. (Warning! Contains strong language and some violence)

All we wanted, each and every one of us, was a place to stay safe. A place of love A place of happiness A place of acceptance. But people, they don't see us in the daytime. The nightmares haunting you by starlight and the ghouls staining your memories. They come in the evening, when darkness moves in. When fear speaks of misery and the sadness of the unknown.

seven boys who've never met start an instagram account together.