Tristan talked about Socrates and Plato and about purpose and life after death. Ivan had a hard time remembering his own middle name. When Tristan and Ivan meet at a funeral, Tristan doesn't have to think about the needles in his room for some time, and Ivan realizes there might be more to life than hollow dreams and fading friendships.

Anxious. Alone. Afraid. Aiden Griffin never asked to be any of these things, but they define his existence, shaping every moment, ruining any chance for connections, and carving deeper into him with every passing day. His life is a quiet battle, one fought in solitude-lost in the woods, wandering through forgotten cemeteries, and navigating the decaying corners of an uncaring city. He's far from the world that's hurt him, but the words still haunt, sharp and unforgiving. Isolated by the cruelty of those around him, Aiden often feels like an outsider, his mind swirling with thoughts that others can't understand. His autism makes it harder to connect, leaving him drifting in the shadows, struggling to navigate a world that feels overwhelming and unkind. His parents are distant, and no one at school seems to notice that the golden boy everyone admires is the one person Aiden fears most. Then comes Ryder McCallum-charismatic, wild, and fearless. With a smile that could charm anyone and a penchant for adventure and bold risks, Ryder steps into Aiden's life like a whirlwind, challenging everything he's ever known. Ryder dares Aiden to step beyond the cage of his own fears, to be something more than the walls he's built around himself. But Aiden is wary, his heart too tethered to its darkness to trust the light Ryder brings. With every reckless adventure they embark on, Aiden starts to wonder if maybe, just maybe, he's meant for something more. As their friendship evolves into something more profound than either of them anticipated, Aiden finds himself drawn to Ryder, a boy as unpredictable as he is magnetic-a boy who slips away just as quickly as he arrives, leaving Aiden to question if he's chasing a dream. But no matter how elusive Ryder becomes, one thing remains undeniable: for the first time, Aiden feels alive with a love that makes him believe in something greater than himself, and he'll do whatever it takes to hold on.

Where do all the demons play when the sun goes down? Hell, of course. Just... not the Hell you're thinking of. Isaac Parkinson is a man on the run, fleeing a past he desires no part of, and a city that wants him dead. A new city; new opportunities. Bunking out in an abandoned warehouse in the grey corners of an already grey city, he has two possessions to his name: a sleek silver revolver, and a necklace: the only tie to his previous life. To his mother. But it might fetch a hefty sum, if you know the right guy. If it boils down to selling your soul, Isaac only asks the price. Isaac stumbles onto Connor Robertson, a man thrust into a fortune he can't control, and Isaac reveals Connor's black heart. Turning this new development to his advantage, he seduces the young Connor into converting this dump into a makeshift nightclub. The catch? It's all a lie. A haven for the lost souls, a hangout to drink your sorrows away and enjoy the sweet bliss of a drug-fuelled escape, turning their pain into profit. This limbo between two worlds-the real world, and the world of fantasy: a Hell of its own. Only the lonely dwell here. Connor might just fit in at a place like this, yet he craves for a life well-lived, and escaping into the night has never been a long-term solution. Isaac wants to prove him otherwise, showing him the dangers, and delights of this unkempt world. Swept up in Isaac's charm, Connor looks past the darkness in his heart, and as Isaac's past catches up to him, and new threats emerge, Connor finds he is in way over his head. But the fight is not his alone. Corin Lowell, guardian of Hell, shadow in the cracks, and bright-eyed Aiden Griffin, challenge what Isaac holds true. As their black hearts are put on display, Connor has to decide if Isaac truly does love him, and can be saved from his destructive path, or if his soul really belongs in Hell to burn.

'When your breath becomes faint When your heart seems but quaint You'll know that touch of blue lips Upon bottle tips They say love is so pure Yet it isn't the cure For a soul that's lost in your eyes' You've heard it all before. The rebellious teenager who sings in a band and struggles with the woes of teen drama. They fight with their girlfriend and have a spat with their parents, and then it is all wrapped up by the end in a nice little bow. This isn't that kind of story. Clay Hudson is eighteen and is on the right course to go to the university his parents have chosen for him since he emerged from the womb. He has a girlfriend, Kaylee, and somewhere lost in that mix are his best friends: Fletcher who is ready to kick some ass with him, even if Clay is somewhat of a teacher's pet, and Chelsea, who is fighting her own battle, wanting to reclaim the friendship Clay's broken. Clay has pushed them from his life in favour of a night of wild highs and alcohol-fuelled adventures. The thing is, that life is a series of false thrills, and in the end, these adrenaline deceptions are distracting Clay from the things that truly matter in his life. Since he was little, Clay has dreamt of entertaining a crowd, singing his soul's notes to an audience that would love the pure bliss and magic that comes from music. But school is ending soon, his friends are almost lost to him, and Clay realises his life is a fanciful nightmare. With the weight of expectation crushing down on him, his dad's illness, and the feelings he harbours for Fletcher springing forth after a long period of burial, Clay has to cast aside the shackles of his superficial life and rediscover what inspires him in life, and who truly matters. Sounds pretty usual, right? But then again, No one ever said finding balance, the pure note Clay seeks would ever be easy. -Contains coarse language, some sexual content and scenes of an upsetting nature.

Gay lol

Isaac Harley is Eton's devilish delinquent, and Josiah Beckett's the pretentious prefect. At least, that's what the two have always presumed of each other, their true selves buried under a facade and hidden like a sin. Neither one would've ever guessed that all it took was one fateful night, one of hazy minds and absolute misery, for their masks to slip off. For them to strip each other completely bare--naked in body but more exposed in places unseen. Neither one intended for this night to happen--raw, wanton, burning hot. Neither one was prepared to touch the untouchable. 05.05.19 - 11.17.19

This is a work of satire and absolutely intended to offend. Please consult with a doctor before consumption if you suffer from the following; - RupiKaur Syndrome - FakeDeepitis - PTSD (Pretentious TwatShite Disease) - a general lack of humour

Dawson is- most people who don't know him would say- as straight as they come. And senior year away from home promises to be a big year for him: no parents in sight, a whole new set of friends, he just seems to have it all. Not to mention that all the pretty girls of the very private Wharton High are dying to get a taste of the new talk of the school. If only he could get Adam Hamilton's eyes out of his head. * "He dislikes him so much he is annoyed by the mere sound of his breathing. He dislikes him so much that he can't bring himself to ignore him; that even the way his stupid glasses perfectly sit on his symmetrical nose exasperates him; and his ridiculously blue eyes that take different shades of blue based on his mood and now Dawson knows that apathy is the ocean whereas rage is a starless night sky. And his jawline looks like it was sculpted by the hands of Michelangelo, but he dislikes him so much he can't look at his face without feeling his cheeks flush in anger. Truth is, Dawson dislikes him because Hamilton did something that no other person- despite their best efforts- ever managed to do. He made him feel weak."

Tomorrow liked solitude. Then a naked lunatic arrived and demanded pants. Things went downhill from there.