Everyone at school knows Andrew Jennings. Missing an arm. Openly gay. But when he meets star athlete Ryan Sullivan in therapy, can friendship lead to more? ***** When Andrew 'Jacky' Jennings ends up in therapy after an English assignment gone wrong, he doesn't expect to find his high school's star athlete, Ryan Sullivan, sitting in the same waiting room. After all, he and Ryan couldn't be more different: football captain, future valedictorian, and all-around nice guy, Ryan is the school's golden boy, while Andrew is known for his permanent snarl, being openly gay, and losing his left arm (along with his father and sister) in a car accident. But when Andrew learns they actually have a lot in common, he's surprised to see past the enigma that is Ryan Sullivan and his seemingly perfect life. And as the two boys begin to connect over their shared grief, depression, and teenage angst, they might just discover a little pocket of happiness for themselves -- if they're willing to fight for it. [Word count: 100,000-150,000 words] Cover designed by Lily Taylor Please read the 'Introduction' for a full list of content/trigger warnings

When the war started. We helped. We fought. Soon the humans were gone. Wiped out by us. But not before making a weapon that doomed us long after they disappeared. They invented 'Pithrax'. It killed most of us. The few that survived were hunted down, taken control of, passed around like property. Now we run, hiding in the shadows, the idea of getting caught is our own real nightmare. They took my Mum. They stole my sister. Now I run alone. I am Cecil. And I'm the last female. ****************** *WARNING: this story is based on a very animalistic future. The characters in this book are more wolf than human and act as such. This is an EROTIC SHIFTER NOVEL. So it has; mature, sexual, dark elementals and language*

|Under editing| Since the first Android detective was a major success, the Detroit City Police decide to introduce another. Rk900 is quickly sent and partnered up with the stations most hated detective: Gavin Reed. |Credit to the artist who drew the cover picture - Donlemefo on Tumblr- as well as any other artists works I've used| Please feel free to point out any mistakes! I'm sure there's loads. If there's anything else, please don't hesitate to tell me!

☆Punk GumLee ~ RP Story ~ I hope you enjoy!☆ {New rp-story with a new rp-partner~} W1 - Partner W2 - Me __________________________________ MATURE THEMES/CONTENT PROBABLY (definitely) WILL BE INVOLVED. {16+/18+} __________________________________ "Everything seemed perfect. But the best things always end sooner or later.."

"Oh, Kiara, there's one more thing I would like to order." the bitc- -- I mean, the woman smiled once again. "Yes?" I asked, returning her fake smile. "Keep your fucking eyes off my man." ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! THAT'S IT! I CANNOT HANDLE THIS WAITRESS "STEREOTYPE" ANYMORE! 4 IN ONE DAY? SERIOUSLY? OKAY, CALM DOWN, KIARA. YOU. GOT. THIS. HANDLE THIS SHIT LIKE A PRO, BABE. "I think you're missing ONE more TINY little thing in that order of yours, Miss." I smiled at her. "I don't think so." she replied. "Oh, but I do. You definitely need a change of attitude. Don't worry, it's on me." #Wattys2019

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 | ❝I wished for a big adventure.❞ In which one Indiana Jones is framed for a crime she never committed. Or, alternatively, the tale of a lost girl who never stopped chasing the truth, no matter how hard it tried to run away from her. © w0nderwriter 2016-2017 PETER PAN/FEMALE OC ONCE UPON A TIME; S1 ↠ S6 HIT 1 MILLION READS ON 06/28/2023! DISCLAIMER: I wrote this story at a young age when I first got into writing fanfic. The writing's not that great and doesn't represent my writing as an author anymore. I'm leaving this story up because people still seem to like it, but you've been warned!!

Wake up. Get out of berth. Stay on schedule. There's not much to do as a drone, besides act like the near-mindless soldier everyone thinks you all are, and follow the daily agenda. You'd never known anything different than the dull life you lead, full of abuse and the same things repeated over and over until you died. Then again, you Vehicons don't ever seem to last very long anyways. An event happens that changes your life: an event that allows you to feel emotions, and turn the tides of the war, and fall in . . . love. Primus, save us all. <> <> <> A/N: Agender! Reader! Also, get it? Guns for hands? Like blasters? Get it?

They're not supposed to feel. So why does this one seem... different? Zombies don't just develop feelings... not love, not empathy, not anything. They're mindless, flesh-hungry monsters driven by an unstoppable virus. No mercy, no second thoughts. Just kill or be killed. But somehow, this one isn't like the rest. (Y/N) is a lone survivor in a world overrun by the undead. Every day is a battle to stay alive, to find food, shelter, and some reason to keep going. When she stumbles upon a group of survivors, hope flickers but so does danger. Because something or someone is following her. A stalker. But not a typical one. He's infected. Dead. And yet... he seems to be obsessed with her. Protective. Territorial. Almost like he's in love. How is that even possible? Can a zombie really develop feelings or is something far darker at play? One thing's for sure is this apocalypse is about to get a whole lot bloodier. ⚠️ Warning: Contains graphic violence, blood, adult language, and some strong scenes. Reader discretion is advised. Proceed at your own risk. ⚠️ ////UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION////MAINLY MANY EDIT'S////

"She sent you to me for a reason, you know." I point up at the sky, well knowing that Artemis is in our presence right now. "And I'm going to fix this." I gesture broadly around his entire body. He grabs my wrist tightly. His eyes told me he was angry, but I could see the hint of fear. He wasn't fooling me. "You can't fix shit." He throws my wrist with force, but carefully. "Watch me." I test him, folding my arms. In the midst of his anger, he smiled, not a smirk or a grin but they way a mouth curls with a chuckle. "You...." He begins, lost for words. "Challenge me." He steeps closer, and for the first time he grabs me by my hips. My body felt vulnerable, like it belonged to him from now on in. "I like it." He chuckles; pulling me in for a hungry kiss. (note: bc im a dumb b, throughout this book the word 'rogue' is frequently spelled incorrectly) All Rights Reserved 2016 ©