When an Emo, a jock, a nerd, and a cheerful geek get put in detention for different reasons, unlikely friendships blossom, but what happens when more blossoms from that? Ships: Prinxiety, Logicality, Demy (deceit and Remy, Jomas (Jon Cozart and Thomas) Warnings: Language, badass music, mentions of self harm, stuff like that

Six heroes from different countries, who have no idea others exist like them, are rounded up one day to be protected from the government, who issued a plan to execute all persons who seem to have powers. They stay hidden from the world, training and living otherwise normally. That is, until a mysterious villain threatens the Earth. Suddenly, society needs them, and they have to track down this villain and get rid of him. Will they succeed and it all end happily? Or will they fail and the world fall into chaos? Read to find out... I do not own any of the sides or Thomas. All other characters are completely fictional, and any resemblance to real life people is coincidental. This was inspired by a song by Leonard Cohen, and it was originally meant to be a long oneshot in my oneshot book, but, I decided I would make it into its own book. The cover was created by me. This book may include mature language and events, and possible angst. So, read at your own risk. Thank you for reading this! I hope you enjoy the book! I worked hard on it!

Four seemingly random strangers all answer an ad to move into an apartment in downtown. It didn't take more than a few months before they all realize they've been hiding a secret from one another... they each have a special ability. Now they're just trying to live their lives day by day as they figure their powers, and each other, out. (Beginning/initial idea inspired by PoPS on yt)

Everyone knows Virgil is hiding something. He's acting weird, he barely eats, and he isn't coming out of his room. Oh, but if they only knew. There are Trigger Warnings in here so, please proceed with caution. Characters by: Thomas Sanders

"Remus and Roman, Roman and Remus!" Our mother used to sing when she'd scoop us up into her arms like we were a gift from the heavens. She'd swing us through the air, when we were still small enough for her to. She used to nuzzle her nose against ours and coo. "My boys." Now, when we help make dinner, Dad only asks: "Remus, what would you like tonight?" No one uses my name anymore. It isn't Remus and Roman, Roman and Remus. It's just Remus. One little boy, instead of two. --- Roman and Remus are twin souls who share a body, but nobody knows that Roman's still here. This quick-read story is inspired by the book "What's Left of Me."