Who knew that one person's Cinderella-like fairytale could be the beginning for someone else's fairytale? - *First ever boyxboy story* Highest rank in Short Story: #317 (20th Jan 2017)

The world is darkness...And the light is a boy who lives in the dark. ~♡~♡~♡~♡~ Finally he seemed to finish his counting and started storming off, his lips still buzzing as he walked, stopping directly in front of the nurse's office before knocking almost shyly. I wanted to break that frail little hand. What made him so fucking special? "Rylan, sweetie, is it another headache?" A plump red head in unicorn print scrubs asked, petting his head and shoulder. "Is it your eyes, do you need some drops?" "Um, a punch to the eye actually," he murmured lowly, as if embarrassed, "so drops, some pain killers and ointment would be nice." The nurse took off his mirrored shades, and I gasp as his corpse blue eyes and milky pupils, ringed in a pale violet imprint of my fist hit me full force. He slammed his eyes closed again, wincing at the pain of his black eye. Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! "What the actual hell, man, why are your eyes like that?!" I yelled, approaching him quickly before the nurse shot me a filthy look, making me stop short of him. He growled, whipping around and fixing those dead eyes on me, making my throat slam shut. "Because, I'm blind, you ass!" No. No, fuck, did I really let my temper get the better of me that I beat up a blind kid? Not just a blind kid...I took him in from top to toe, The long blonde curls that lay on his skinny chest, over his paint spattered, pale blue hoodie that I now noticed looked old and worn thin, drooping to nearly the middle of his thighs, his jeans looked like they'd been black about a hundred washes ago were now a worn sickly grey and covered in what was slowly dawning on me, not artistically purposed iron-on patches. His boots were peeling away from their tread and the laces had knots all through them, telling a sad story of being tied together for lack of means to be replaced, all hanging off his slightly too skinny body. I had beaten up a cute, sweet, piss poor little blind kid. Over a fucking desk.

"Watch out!" some jock guy ran up to me, catching a football before it hit me in the face. He leered down at me. "Saved you. Guess you owe me a date, huh cutie?" I couldn't help it, I laughed right in his face. "You don't want to date me." I chuckled. "It's cool, I think the whole goth thing is hot on the right girl. And that British accent's a real turn on." he winked and Topher and Blair joined my laughter this go round. "What are you doing hanging out with these losers? Come on join me and my friends over there." He began dragging me away but I managed to slip away. "I'm warning you, now, man, you don't wanna mess with me. I'm reeeeally not your type." "I'd like for you to be." he ducked in and freaking kissed me. "DUDE!" I growled, wiping my mouth. Too freaking nasty, I had jock germs all over my mouth now. "You know what?! I was trying to be nice and save you the humiliation, but fuck it, you wanna go this route?! I'M A GUY!" I yelled.

Book Two in The Cure Series Charles Black is the alpha. He was just apointed the alpha a year ago, and he is already messing it up. A female had entered his pack lands only a few days after he became alpha, his mate, or so he thought. The female had tricked him, the whole pack. She had made them believe she was innocent and a lonely rouge just like he and his family were when they entered the land so many years ago. Now the pack is wary. His judgement doesn't seem safe, the pack is scared. If one rouge could come in and manipulate there Alpha in a matter of months, kill innocent children before running off again, then what's to say a whole pack of rouges couldn't attack them? Charles doesn't believe it when he finds his mate. A male, at the age of 16, he's small, but he has an attitude that will break through Charles. He's weak, but he has a strong heart, one that is ready to tear through Charles' and make him trust him. He's everything that Charles needs, but will it be enough for him to realise that? 12/19/16- 58 in werewolf

A heart is a fragile item. That is why we need to protect them so vigorously, give them away so rarely and why it means so much because some hearts are more fragile than others. Pure somehow like crystal in a world of glass. Even the way they shattered is beautiful. But when it is shattering, nothing can amend it to be a perfect again. That is a similarity between heart and crystal. There always have been bleeding from leaking scar or blemishes when someone deliberately broken it. Once it happens, they never return to the original state anymore. That is why heart or crystal need a hundred percent careful care. To avoid it from scratches with unwanted regret. Both hold same fragility and value. Both need an intensive care. The question is can people really care it as if they value themselves? Can people value them like some precious and rare gem? Or do they only take a notice when it shattered beyond repair. Unable to move on or beat for another day. No pills or expert could cure and restoring before the pain take over. This a tale about heart, the center of human vitality as well destruction once its defects. The location is in the center of the chest, just behind the physical heart. This energetic center deals with the love of self and others, compassion, empathy, kindness, relationship, intimacy, devotion, reaching out and taking in, forgiveness, hope, trust, balance, quest for peace. Cover design by PaGer @SuperSonicPaGer Copyright © August 2017 Shinouji All Rights Reserved

"In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; From this day forward until death do us part." Sacred vows speeches between two souls. Wed vows that have bind two different peoples as one being. The person who had taken the vow must devote their life for each other. Cares each other until death apart them. Marriage is a beautiful time when two souls start to share one heart. Let your love for each other grow with every passing day. You'd holding each others hands for a lifetime. Take care of each other and enjoy the sweet journey. However, what will happen when someone married not on their own accord? May they lead on happy road or worse? How long it will last? Rio Takahashi, Asian young men and was born out of wedlock couple. He has nothing in life and nothing to care for. His mum had abandoned him when his enter junior middle high. Being a lonely soul, he continue fight his life all alone. Yesterday he has nothing but today he has everything. Yesterday people just ignore him but today he is a center in people eyes. Aldrich Ranford Winston a crown prince from secluded country. The country where the folks still believing in superstitious concepts and magic. They're not welcome an outsider ideology or people. However, fate just had another way of thinker when the oracle has decide to grant the crown prince, a future queen from outsider. What will happen, when two souls from different status was bind in sacred vow? The empty marriage that can't be break by any force. Will they fill it with love or just keep it empty until the end? Copyright © 2016 Shinouji All Rights Reserved

#20 best in Romance, #21 Best in Werewolf I never thought I'll be rejected by my own mate... And most of all without any reason or explanation But seeing that he is happily marrying some other chick, I guess it's time for me to move on.... But the only question is how??? Read All In Rejected 1: Fall For The Rise Warning: The story is filled with twists, turns and unanswered questions. There are no open endings and everything is explained as you move through the book(s). Please have the virtue of patience and read it with open mind. --------------------------- Eriamslove- "I really like your story specifically "Rejected". It's something that is refreshing for me as an avid werewolf bxb reader." ReniAnabella - "I read your book. It's awesome. I usually like happy endings but your way of writing is too good to resist." FiveSummerection9- "I already read this book 'twice' don't know why I am reading it 'again'. But it's great sooo." Tara-Dikov- "Fawk Twilight. This book is a better story than Twilight." Everwriter19- "Rejected is a breath of fresh air from some of the werewolf books I've read."

Drew has seen it all, experienced it all. Love, hate, jealousy everything. Now he wants nothing to do with it or anyone. But! But fate doesn't work like that. He will soon find out that love is not bounded by a bond.

Tristan is having an affair with his brother's married best friend. He decides to end the affair after David makes an unexpected announcement; Tristan blames himself for the recent upheaval in David's life, and instead finds a boyfriend his own age, Dale. But something about David keeps pulling Tristan closer to the older man. With his new relationship with Dale called into question by David's undoubted allure, Tristan finds himself learning more about life - and love - than he thought he ever would. But the most important question Tristan must ask himself... Is sleeping with your brother's best friend ever a good idea?

“Hey faggot!” I winced at the sound of the one and only star quarter back. He wasn't wrong, I was gay, but that word was just so offensive. I hated that I came out, hated the fact more than you could ever guess. It had cost me all but three of my friends, most of my freedom and every second that had been left of my childhood. When I loudly and discourteously turned down the prettiest girl in the whole school she screamed at me “what, are you gay?!” to which I decided to truthfully reply “yeah, got a problem with that?!” At the time I felt triumphant, giddy even and shouted at the top of my lungs 'I'm gay!' it had felt so good...but it wasn't worth the price I had to pay...not a week later I went from one of the top five popular guys to having three friends, had the shit beaten out of me at least once a week and went from relatively care-free to being the man of the house, a mom when mom couldn't be there, the cook the cleaner and the surrogate father three days later after I killed my father. I may have not been holding a smoking gun or bloody knife, but it was my fault he died all the same, even if the cops didn't see it.