Their story was tragic.

He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.

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Sam had expected to wake up alone, but he didn't. (LGBT themes).

You've never, ever read a book like this. When a sexually-transmitted plague breaks out in Ashley Young's small town, leaving its victims with a bizarrely amplified libido, everything about her life changes. DEAD IN BED is partly a suspense thriller with a strikingly unique story, partly a page-turning mystery about a disease that makes people hopelessly crave sexual contact, and partly a neo-western adventure in the American heartland. For readers who can handle a smart, controversial female protagonist who's willing to do anything -- no matter how difficult or morally questionable -- in order to survive, the series pulls them in like an unshakeable addiction. . . . Bailey Simms, teen author of DEAD IN BED, is stuck at home with a rare medical condition. Writing is her only escape, so she's determined to keep her salacious series hidden from her strict father. Soon an older boy starts to secretly help her, and Bailey finds new opportunities for freedom she's never had. But as DEAD IN BED grows in popularity, and Bailey's fans start to clamor for the sequel, she learns that being a successful Wattpad author may come with a terrifyingly dangerous price.

There are different types of listening. Some are bad. (LGBT themes).

Before Spencer Crest left, he called you ‘doc’. He was your favourite patient, and in return, you were his favourite psychiatrist. You understood him in a way nobody else could. You didn’t know where he came from, who his parents were, or how he knew you, but you never turned him away when he came knocking on your office doors well after hours. But then your favourite patient stopped coming. You asked around, but nobody in town seemed to know him. You never heard from Spencer Crest again. Until he started calling you. Cover Credit: Photo by Willko (willko.deviantart.com/) Design by Go_Figure Trailer Credit: Trailer made by me. WARNING: Contains some gruesome scenes and foul language. Read at your own risk.

The last letter from a man about to be put away for life. He has finally got what he wanted.

Remember the time when Daniel started his band? He started to sing love songs for boys and girls. Some boys and some girls. But a boy in particular. (c) unicornsareshiz | short story (boyxboy)

My son doesn't remember. He just doesn't. And yet, before he was even in kindergarten, he could read. I don't understand the human brain...