Felicity can't get Jenny out of her head. Doesn't want her out of her head. But her best friend has a hot senior now, and Felicity has wound up with a tall boy with low jeans, no filter, and a gait too duck-like for Felicity's patience. If only she'd have kissed Jenny back. Probably would have made life easier. ~~~ So. I guess I'm still alive?? Enjoy this short I wrote for a contest this summer (that I didn't win but ohhh well who would have guessed the universe wasn't designed to make me sovereign of teen writing contests yee)!!! But yes!! This is kinda really old at this point, and definitely not my usual style, but I hope you enjoy some bloodied pretzels and scabs!

Where Max somehow gets roped into one of his sister's stupid schemes and ends up in way over his head, completely out of his comfort zone, and quite sure he's just met his dream man. A man who happens to think Max is a girl. *** "An excellent recommendation. You're not just a pretty face, then?" "You think this face is pretty?" Max tried to say it with more sass, but it came out kind of soft. His face went red and he turned sharply to the books next to him. Casual. "You're very pretty," There was a gentleness to the teasing and Max glared at him. The man laughed again, dropping his eyes from Max. "Thanks." Max said after a pause and the man beamed at him. "I should be thanking you. This might be worth the read," he waved the book in his hand. Max rolled his eyes, face softening back into a smile. "I'm Kevin, by the way." "Cool," Max said and wondered if 'Kevin' was a name that fit this attractive man. "And what's your name?" Kevin prompted after a short pause and Max cleared his throat, embarrassed. "Oh, sorry. I'm Ma-," Max barely cut himself off in time. Face flushing darker, mood dropping like a fucking brick. He wasn't Max right now. "I'm Eva." ***This is a rough draft. Currently being rewritten!!*** (Disclaimer: there will be boy on boy romance and if that doesn't float your boat, gonna need you to float on by. Also a lot of swearing. Thanx ;3 )

Olden Academy, the most prestigious magical university in England, is a paradise for eighteen-year-old demon Ehren Cross -- until, out of nowhere, an incurable weakness strikes, confining Ehren to the infirmary day and night. It doesn't help that his nurse is Adam Holland, a golden-haired, blue-eyed angel with an infectious smile and a habit of only seeing the good. Everything separates the two, from the ancient war between their kinds to the unknown illness that draws Ehren closer to death each day ... but, then again, who ever planned true love? [COMPLETED]

When Kiera's friends decided to prank her by switching her preference to 'women' on Tinder during a world cup soccer match, they had no idea how right on the money they were.

A short story anthology, based upon a playlist created by you. ;D

[Short Story] When Robin Park is diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder, her entire world seems to change. Her only constant is the Merriam Webster Collegiate Dictionary-- a tool that comes in handy whenever she needs to define things like complex human emotions. Until she meets Vana, that is. Now it seems the dictionary isn't helping her much at all. 🏆Featured in Short Story's Puppy Love reading list.🏆 🏆Featured in LGBTQ+'s GirlxGirl Teen Fiction reading list.🏆 [©2017-2018. All rights reserved.]

**2019 LGBT Literary Awards Winner in General Fiction!** *Available now on Amazon* Two men. Twelve Hours. One Choice. Jethro never planned to sacrifice the future he'd worked so hard for. But life is a funny thing. It's full of the unexpected, like spotting a broken man standing at the edge of a chasm. Sam never planned to kill himself-at least, not at first. But death is a funny thing. It sinks its teeth in slowly, until no one can escape the inevitable drop. Jethro's life has always been hard. Sam's death is supposed to be easy. Then one night changes everything.

Julien wasn't supposed to come back home from college for the holidays. Julien wasn't supposed to be something Finneas needed to confront. Julien wasn't supposed to still be Finneas's favourite person. Funny how some things work out.

Every night, Jamie gets a lift home from his co-worker, Will. (Not so) coincidentally, Jamie has been hopelessly, desperately in love with Will for the last eighteen months. Will, on the other hand, has a girlfriend. And so it goes, Will drives Jamie home and talks about his girlfriend. Jamie sits in the passenger seat and bites his tongue. Every night. Until, one night, Will gets a flat tire and suddenly they're teetering on the edge of everything changing. [Wattpad Featured / #1 Diverse Lit / #1 Short Story / #3 Young Adult / #5 New Adult / #7 LGBT]

It was always the same bench, at the same time, every single day. Why? What was he waiting for?