New school, new people, new life. At least that's what it feels like. After your mother and father had a fight, you were forced to move somewhere new with your mum. You meet some good people, and some bad. One thing is for sure though: Everything's going to change. But for better, or for worse?

My name is Rolland and I grew up in an orphanage in the middle of town. I've lived here as long as I can remember. I always tried to ask why me or any of the other kids were here but the woman who ran the orphanage just answered by holding up a sign saying 'I'm busy. Go play, Rolland.' After my eighth birthday I stopped asking. Besides, I think I already knew why my parents hadn't wanted me... I was completely deaf. (This will NOT be a super perverted book, even being bxbxb. So if you are looking for that, go elsewhere, k! I'm here for the story and a bit of horror and romance mixed in!)

[ YANDERE MALE X MALE READER ] If you posses a great treasure, You do your best to hide it from others in case it gets stolen, From the greedy thieves that would want your treasure. And if you capture a thief sneaking it away, It doesn't hurt to give them a little lesson, Because after all, that treasure is yours And no one else's. No one else's. [ May contain blood, mentions of suicide, and any other tragic thing. Warnings ahead. ]

A King. A creature stuck in a dark prison made of its own pain. And for some reason, these two are meant to be. {Honorable Mention in the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards}

;triggers warning; 🛑this book involves abuse, kidnapping, psychological conditioning, and hints at rape maybe more🛑 "you're nothing more than a dog that is here only to entertain me and if you think that you could be anything higher than that you're wrong," He said chuckling deeply making my lump in my throat grow bigger. I just wanna go home, I don't wanna be here anymore someone please hear my prayers or kill me Nothing taught Noah what to do once he got himself into the position that he did. There are only three choices, escape, survive or die.

"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*