« You think you're being smart challenging me like this. » « No, but if you think I'm afraid of you, you're wrong. » « I won't be. » . . . Akara isn't a great student. The school he goes to is prestigious and hosts to a very different sort of student than Akara. It's why after years of skipping school and being generally absent during classes it shouldn't be a huge surprise that they send the school prefect, Jacob, out to babysit him. Much to their displeasure. When his friend Amir pisses off the rich school bully Atlas by stealing his phone and making him chase him all the way to the skate park tensions naturally rise between the boys and it doesn't exactly help when Akara tries to return the phone but ends up running away with it as well. Caught between pissing off a bully and the school prefect Akara's going to have a lot on his plate this year.

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."

"Very good, Wesley," he breathed, the warm air fanning across the merchant captain's face. "Now I suggest you listen closely because I don't do this very often." Wesley curiosity grew, though he kept a healthy degree of skepticism as he listened to the pirate. "I'm prepared to offer you a deal." "What kind of deal?" he asked, his heart racing. "I seem to have found something that I want even more than your ship's cargo," he said with an unsettling smirk. "And I am prepared to let what remains of your crew sail free if I get it." "Name your price," Wesley said, at this point ready to agree to anything if his crew would live. Valentine reached out and tilted Wesley's head up so he could get a better view of it. His smirk seemed to grow as he let one little word slip through his lips. "You." *This is an LGBTQ+ story*

Once upon a time... No. This is not a fairy tale. However, this story does contain ballroom dances, mystical creatures, and magic. It also contains a century old tradition.... or was it a century old curse? The Findarians do not like anything out of their definition of social norms. They are a strict and powerful kingdom that instantly resorts to violence if neighboring kingdoms do not listen. No one dares to defy Findara in fear of losing the one thing precious to them: their life. Findara kills anyone who identify with the following: magic, love that is not strictly between a man and a woman, and helping those in trial escape. The Asterians does not like Findara or their allies. They live in a constant state of euphoria. The people of Asterin are happy to be there, happy to be free, happy to not be worried about anything! Due to Asterin also being a powerful kingdom and not following Findara's social norms, this leads Asterin to fall into a power struggle with Findara. A century of pointless deaths and segregation, all for it to change due to one prince. UPDATED WEEKLY

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!

Roden Palmer, a boy heavily influenced by his parents is pleased to go to church with his family every Sunday. Flowers in the yards around the church, complementing the summer breezes of June. For Lennox, June meant pride month. His only chance to be seen and heard. At 18, he seeks revenge. He seeks to cause an uproar against the church for the thrown out youth. For the unaccepted, marginalized part of society. Roden only happened to be there. While Lennox expected Roden to look at his posters in disgust, he caught him cock his head to the side and look curious. Only, Roden's eyes were not on the posters, but on him.

Demosthenes is king. A role that comes with responsibility, a palace, a kingdom and an ego the size of of it all. It takes little more than a miracle to raise his interest in anything, let alone anyone. Elpis, a humble fisherman and women's son, really has no intentions of searching for more than silver coins inside the walls of Euphranor, but when, completely by the accident, the Moirai saw the two happen upon each other, he is drafted into a world that is so far from his own, by a man who's soul is much darker than his own.

I thought my life was as bad as it could get...selling my body just to get by. Life was hard, but it was bearable. But that was before. Before I was taken. Before He bought me. Before I was his Sweet Kitten. Warning: extreme bdsm aspects

Liam Connell stared at his captor. He looked like a pirate from a holovid, black trousers and a white full sleeved shirt, with a purple sash around his waist. Black hair brushed his shoulders and ... Connell couldn't believe it, he actually had gold hoops in his ears. "Mmm! Mmmm! What do we have here?" the pirate smiled. Just what had Connell got himself into? (LGBT / Slash) Aurigan Space Series (M/M romantic Sci-fi)