I was trapped between two very muscular chests. Taking a deep breath I try and control my soon to be boner. Just cause I told them I was their biggest fan. How did that lead to this?

"Watch out for those teeth. He can rip off a finger, and with no hesitation or remorse." "Don't worry, he won't last one day with me." "Don't hurt him either, I'm trusting you and paying you to break him mentally, not physically." "No promises," He smirked as he looked me dead in the eyes.

What happens when you feel for someone you aren't supposed to? Or when your dad has a secret so big that it could kill you? Being the Son Of Dante Raffaello Salvadore, one of the most feared men around, Mikey already struggles with living a normal life. Now add a six foot four muscular History teacher with a killer smile who takes an interest into him. What will his life become of now?

Dante is the leader of a notorious mafia. He's been in love, once, when he had his first son. But love hasn't been something he's felt in a long time. That changes when he starts to get more acquainted with his son's best friend, Key. Key is an eighteen year old boy whose as naive as they come. His infatuation for the mafia boss grows more and more everyday as he finds himself falling for him.

[Book One] Two boys. One Class. One baby. Many mixed emotions. Hugo Stevens is known as the bad boy around school. Sleeping with every girl, partying until dawn, and also one of the best wrestlers around. Cameron Yeager is different. He's shy, he's always quiet but he loves baseball. When these two are paired up to be 'parents' to a baby all semester long, will it stir up unwelcome emotions between the two boys?

Be silent. Unless your voice is needed. Keep your sunglasses on. You trip and hurt yourself too much. Stay inside at all times when not with the band. You are not permitted to go anywhere without us. Do not confirm or deny specific questions about yourself. And lastly, you know absolutely none of their language. Five months before his high school graduation ceremony, Teller Zan's grandmother, the only person who's ever bothered to raise him, falls ill. With little money saved up, and the hospital bills coming in steadily, Teller decides to quit school and find some way to support himself and his ailing grandmother. He finds a way. A job, of sorts. Teller knew that he had somewhat of a talent, but he hadn't known how much it could be worth until he stumbled upon an audition. When he passes, he finds out that his skill is worth more than enough money to help his grandmother... but was it worth the sacrifices he'd have to make?

"Your name is Kenneth Kentucky and you work at McDonalds?" I glared at him, "Would you like Fries with that?" He began laughing hysterically and I sighed impatiently, waiting for him to stop. Suddenly, he stopped and then, putting both his hands on the counter, staring right into my eyes, he whispered, "I'd like Fries with you." My eyes widened as it slowly registered that Golden Boy McHarden had just openly flirted with me.

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I'm pissed and I need coffee. Or any sort of energy drink whatsoever. And quite possibly a knife, bleach, body bags, and hydrochloric acid.

Book 3 of HomeLess Growing up in a family was what most kids who didn't have one, would dream about. As he got older, however, A.J. found himself dreaming about the same thing... yet he had a family. He'd been loved by that family as a child, but as he grew, their attention slowly shifted to his younger brother. He came to understand that his adoptive parents would focus a little more on their actual genetic child, but he wasn't prepared to deal with how quickly he lost everything he had cherished. The packed lunches stopped coming when he turned ten. Eleven, the birthday parties ceased. At fourteen, his younger brother was 'too old' to have to share his room, so A.J. was moved to the small laundry room. At sixteen, there were no more 'I love you' or 'have a good day'. At seventeen, the lunch money stopped and the hateful glares started. Then the angry words. Everything he did was wrong. The dishes weren't clean. The laundry wasn't folded right. By the time he finally graduated, a few days after his nineteenth birthday, there was no more attention of any sort. They ignored him, except to tell him that his chores weren't done well enough and that he didn't deserve to eat until they were. A.J., desperate for some sort of attention, and honestly starving, tried one last thing to get them to at least show so semblance of caring, even if it was negative. He told them that he was gay. At nineteen, only a few days after his graduation, A.J. was kicked out of his home with an empty stomach, and an empty heart.