"Next!" The fortune teller calls. Michael smiled sheepishly at Ashton as he pulled back the curtain, walking in and taking his seat. They didn't believe in this crap; it was a dare. The fortune teller didn't look at her ball, or even Michael for that matter. She looked past his shoulder, her hands slightly shaking a...
"You're his beauty in an ugly world." or when artist!luke has a thing or two to teach artist!michael.
"I'm gonna make you cum so hard." "What? To my senses?" Or In a world divided into two categories; dominant or submissive, Luke is Michael's last chance of being good.
He slept with my boyfriend... so I slept with his. This book is very old, mind you, I was very much an inexperienced teen when I first made this book.
(COMPLETED) A short story about a school shooting. Luke's the shooter Michaels the bad boy who's in PE when shots are fired.
