This is a book.

"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.

The city's hero, Toxic, has his hands full with the villain, Vast, running around causing havoc. But when a murderous nightmare arrives in town racking up a body count, Toxic is having troubles keeping everyone safe. Will Vast be willing to lend a hand to help to bring Nightmare to an end? First Draft Excerpt: The villain returned home with his parents still on his mind. Phantom was what his father used as his stage name. Clover shook his head and flopped down on the couch, only then noticing the object on the coffee table; his mother's mask smiled at him with its sparkling white teeth, just begging to be worn. The images of his victims surfaced then, standing perfectly still like the good sacrifices that they were. The living room was full of them, they stared off into space. Eyes glossed over and dead, some with their mouths hanging slightly open. Clover sunk farther into the couch, hoping that if he ignored them, they would go away. Second Draft Excerpt: Clover reached out to grab Vast's face, but Vast reacted faster and snapped out his hand, grabbing ahold of his brother's wrist, dragged him in close and pressed his other hand to the back of his head. "No!" Clover snapped. "Shh...." They struggled for a moment but Vast was already dipping down. Everything went quiet very suddenly, but only for that one breath of a moment before the woman's screaming started and Vast was pushing into the darkness, looking for Clover's most recent memories to get an idea of what the fuck happened. ~~~~ ATTENTION - In the process of being redrafted. Both drafts can be found within. First draft goes first. NOTICE - Heroic Villains can be read out of order ~~~ Content - BxB and BxG

he had a crush on this boy and it excited him. he was going to make him to fall in l o v e with him. even if it killed him. he didn't mean it literally, but the world has a funny way of mixing things up.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to kiss a cloud? It was everything he could've dreamt of. ***** Short story about Matthew Benway and his undying love for Ramon Marelli. [#1 in Bringthediversity/ September 6th, 2019] [#1 in youngwritershortstory/ September 7th/ 2019]

••Complete•• Growing up is already tough, but when you're gay and your dad isn't so accepting things can get a little complicated. Short story Cover by sun-raes © 2017, pastelmilks, All rights reserved

A boy gets a text from his secret admirer.. what would happen next? * will be very short chapters in text form ** short story**

Keegan Pierce is the shyest Boy around. Trying to escape his past of bullying and abuse from both parents and other students, He doesn't see much of a happy life for himself until he's forced to be roommates with a certain Jock from his old school. Alex Fisher Is a well known Jock, Living a life of partying and friends, he doesn't think things can get better until he lay his eyes on a certain pale shy boy. Maybe this Could be the chance to fix the broken boy who pleads for help. By the end of college Will they find out everything about each other or will secrets be left unrevealed.

"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.

Chronic fatigue syndrome is a state of profound fatigue that is not improved by bed rest and that may get worse with physical or mental activity. This fatigue significantly interferes with daily activities and work. I have that syndrome. My name is William Elijah Brookes and I haven't left the house in over two months. My closet consists of comfy clothes and socks, along with several pairs of slippers. My closest friend is my older sister, who brings me chocolates, teddies and house plants to dote on. I am a CFS sufferer. I am The Pajama Kid.