"you gotta show me you not like these other ni**as , cause I'm not like these other b*tches*"

It's do or die, is you gone ride ?

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘪 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺.

Everybody knew Paxton Flynn was gay. Nobody knew anything about Sebastian Crown. Everybody had a crush on Sebastian. Paxton, well he has had his moment. Paxton's the popular nerd. Sebastian's the loner Jock. Paxton finds it hard to stop talking. Sebastian's always quiet chewing on a bubblegum. When these two worlds collide for a chemistry assignment. There can either be A plus results or an F disaster. Either way, Chemistry is Chemistry. ©CriticallyIntense

Sequel to Not a One Night Stand Maddox Jacobs-Novikoff moved to Seattle with his aunt, got his degree, and before he knew it he'd been shipped off to Russia where his life began a new stage. He got married to a loving man and even adopted a son. He can't imagine anywhere he'd rather be. That is, until his world is crushed in the blink of an eye. His feet are swept out from underneath him and, suddenly, his son is the only one by his side. Maddox doesn't know how to get on with his life without his husband, being unable to move on from the sudden death. All he does is cook, clean, cry, and bring his son to ice skating practice. This never ending cycle is broken when a familiar face appears before him, sending him into another spiral of emotions that he can hardly keep up with. Will he be able to move on, or will he be left heartbroken yet again?

se•ren•i•ty /se'renedē/ noun the state of being calm, peaceful, and untroubled

If A opp bitch run up she can get done up 🔫

The Nobles, that's what everyone who had a heartbeat at Mentorist High called them. They were the definition of superior and undeniable beauty. A boy, no a man, who exuded power and confidence and played girls almost as good as they played sports. And of course, weren't too bad to look at. They were in need of a three and one cold blooded murderer fit the script to Ire's horror. Ire is seen as a prune, boring some might say. She would rather read a book than to drool over The Nobles and who they played with. All she wanted was the worse night of her life to disappear and that's exactly what didn't happen. She was the only witness and he wanted her to forget. And not just by looking at his, drool-worthy-tattooed-golden-yes-daddy-body.

𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥