I was fine being alone. Heck, I welcomed it! I rather spend a day with my comic books than to actually have a real conversation with someone and I was okay with that. It was my normal self until Zack Ladera had to go and bump things up! The guy can't let me be, and I wasn't sure what he was doing to me but he needed to stop. I had enough problems with myself without him messing with my mind. I was Tyler Hogwagon, darn it! And I was confused... ♥ This will be boyxboy story so if you're not into that and/or against that, then this isn't the book for you. Some scenes may be too mature for 17-13 year olds and younger so reader discretion is advised. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ★MELTEDCANDY

Leaving a troubled past behind, Dylan starts his first day at a new high school. He's soon wrapped up in his new life, meeting new friends and especially someone to take his mind off the things that happened. However, the past has a way of catching up, and how does he think he can get someone else out of their misery if he can't even help himself? Dylan knows he should know better than to fall for someone new, but Zach isn't just anyone. He's the guy with a face of stone and eyes as cold as a winter's night - a guy without a heart - or so it would seem... They won't like each other at all, they will hate - hate each other senseless. But perhaps that senselessness is what will get them out of their troubles once and for all.

COMPLETED [boyxboy] After his religious mother kicks him out for being gay, Elijah Ellis moves in with his father, where his step-mother, step-brother, and half-sister also welcome him. Elijah aspires to continue doing what he loves and play hockey for his new school, but his past hookup with the closeted hockey captain, Fox Ridley, complicates things. While Elijah just wants to get through the season unscathed, Fox is hellbent on hating him. Elijah is unsure whether he will ever overcome Fox's hatred, or if he will remain on thin ice. ~171k words

[Teen Fiction, LGBT+ Romance] 6 weeks. After a prank war goes too far, that's how long star quarterback and lady's man Farren Milton will be forced to live with his rival quarterback, a snarky bundle of wit known as Kaden Rivers. What ensues is six weeks of fighting, friendship, sarcasm, and eye rolling. A whole load of eye rolling. But, as Farren and Kaden are about to learn, sometimes six weeks is all it takes. [Part 1 published 14th August 2017] [Completed 17th November 2017]

--warning: cuteness overload-- SIDE STORY TO THOSE COLD EYES. Sebastian is shyer than shy, but after meeting Dylan and Tyra he's starting to crawl out if his little shell. So when Kaiden gives him his phone number, Seb gives his in return. From that moment on a new world opens up to the cute teenager. Kaiden sends messages that make Seb dance around in his room. Dance with the butterflies that soar within his stomach. Kaiden gives him kisses that make his body burn. But even happiness has its opposite. Seb's mother keeps a tight leash, and her dreams for her son doesn't match well with the dreams that keep Seb afloat. She dreams of a son with a perfect life, a perfect education and a perfect wife. Sometimes dreams come true, but you want them to be your own, not your mother's.

Samuel Kendler is sexy, and every girl in school knows it. He gets with girls just to dump them the next day. He's rich, he's popular, and he's good looking. Most importantly, he is straight. Or so he thinks. When the new boy in his class- Kayden Whitly- shows up at a party thrown by none other than Sam The Party King, Sam starts to feel things for this new kid. Could Samuel really be gay? And if so, what will Kayden think about it?

Killian didn't think life would get much worse... That was until he busted a kids nose and was suspended from his PhD program. And maybe it was luck, or God looking out for his tortured soul, because who knew something so good could come from something so terrible. Killian met James. James met Killian. The rest was semantics.

Lawson is bad at calculus. Sean, a mathematics education major, is more than willing to help.

(Boyxboy) Caleb is a sarcastic, and extremely rude boy, who doesn't get along well with others. He's also gay, but no one knows yet except for his best friend Sadie. Jason is an angry boy, who by circumstance is thrust into Calebs' familys' hands. How will these two conflicting boys get along when they start to think about things that they never had to think about before. Copywrite Warning.

BOOK ONE Coming out was supposed to set Julian free. Instead, it left him with a broken arm, a mother who won't stop preaching, and a silence that grows heavier every day. High school feels like a cage, and Julian is certain he doesn't belong anywhere-until Paul crashes into his world. With his inked skin, effortless charm, and a following that makes him untouchable, Paul should be the last person Julian lets close. But in Paul's arms, Julian feels something he's never known before: safe. As their connection deepens, so does the danger. Loving Paul means risking exposure, rejection, and heartbreak all over again. Worse, it means facing the cruelest voice of all-the one inside Julian's own head. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Open is a story about first love, first heartbreak, and finding the courage to believe you're worthy of both. ::: I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted. And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently. Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay." Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears. And I felt at ease.