Dan Howell has never been the most social person. He can't be touched, or else he has a major panic attack; he's cold and distant to everyone except his best friend, Cat; all he ever really does is study. One day, an unusually perky boy moves to town and becomes extremely interested in Dan. TRIGGER WARNING: panic attacks and general anxiety

BoyxBoy Percico "Say it!" I repeated. "Tell me what you actually think of me! You're just like everyone else, Jackson, I know it! Just admit it-" Percy let out a strangled noise and suddenly, I ended up on the rough grounds of the forest. My wrists were gripped in his hands tightly, pinning me down, as his black hair stuck to the sweat on his flushed tanned face, and mine to my pale cheekbones. My back ached, but my anger triggered pain was stronger. "Everything is WRONG about me." I said through gritted teeth. "I might not be a real ghost or a lost soul in my father's realm, Percy. But up here... I might as well be." ~It's a long journey to love. Especially if you run away from it.~

❃ uncσmplєtєd вσσk (I will be editing this book) ❃ You never had an interest in education. Your number priority was always your younger sister, Sachiko. You were the only one who could properly take care of her. Your father was no longer in the picture, your mother passed away only a year ago, and your aunt was constantly busy with work. You were only one who could be there for her, the only one who could take care of her. Education may help you, but the work brought on constant stress. You couldn't deal with it anymore. So, you decided to stop studying altogether. Your teacher didn't like this newfound attitude of yours, and made a decision without consulting you first. He assigned you a tutor, who would keep a constant eye on you. This student's name was Ryosuke Hirawa. Little did your teacher know that this simple action would result in your life becoming a living nightmare, filled with love, lust, blood and obsession. Warning, this story contains: ❃ Violence ❃ Unhealthy relationships ❃ Obsession ❃ Murder ❃ Possibly smut? (Still debating) Read with caution, and note that none of the artworks within this book are mine, and all belong to their respective owners.

What happens when you end loving someone who at first you hated? What happens when that person is actually the nicest person you could ever meet? Can a relationship like that works? Well, you'll never know if you won't try first.

When Nico Di Angelo is kidnapped by Greek terrorist, Kronos, a mysterious secret agent comes the rescue. But protecting him is a challenge as the agent is wanted dead by multiple spy agencies. Now Nico and the ex-spy who only goes by the codename 'Percy Jackson' must work together and stop Kronos, all while uncovering the dark secrets of something Percy left called the Demigod Program. AU.

That's it. They had it to the last straw. And now his parents wants him to go back home. Mikado has to find a way to escape the impossible or else his identity as the Dollars leader would be exposed. Kida had heard a little on Mikado's parents and the raven seemed to hate that topic. After he and everybody meets Mikado's 'daddy' and 'papa', then he knows why. Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara. Masaomi x Mikado | Shizaya

So we go from highschool drama, to more highschool and collage stuff with a ton of weird shit, to whatever is in this book. Just.... find out for yourself. [book 3/3] sequel to Graduations and Celebrations

la douleur exquise; the exquisite pain of wanting someone that you know you can never have. It's the main feeling Nico di Angelo has felt his entire teenage life. As Percy and Annabeth continue their relationship, Nico might just crack under the pressure of dreaming and lusting after the clueless son of Poseidon. However, Percy's concern for Nico may just be the shimmer of hope he needs. all characters/original story rights to Rick Riordan.

Izaya is haunted by panic attacks, nightmares, and mental and physical illness. What will happen when Shizuo is the only one who seems to be able to cure him?

The first time he saw it he was four years old, struggling to pry his mother's clawing fingers from their vice-grip on his wrist. He'd screamed and begged while she roared threats into his tear-streaked face, and then his voice choked in his throat when he saw those glimmering eyes lazily observing him from a shadowed corner. A forked tongue flicked out, the color of freshly-spilled blood. Thousands of staring eyes the same color as his. A dark stirring in his belly that made his mother seem less like a horribly invincible monster and more like foolish prey that had wandered too close. The ghost (demon?) disappeared once he'd blinked the stinging tears from his eyes, cringing at the way his mother's nails dug into already-scarred skin. That feeling the thing had sparked, though, insistently remained, quiet but ever-present, preying on the emotions he'd been forcing himself to swallow down ever since his father died. And it only got worse from there.