Michael and Liam are madly in love. Or so they think. How madly in love could you be when you've only just started talking? Liam has always been a helpful person. In fact, his self proclaimed job use to be helping people get with each other. But he was always the one to be left unhappy in the end. As Liam breaks away and starts to go into new and dangerous territory, will he be able to save his heart? Or will he give away the key to his heart too easily? Michael has a over sensitive body. And sometimes that makes it hard to separate feelings correctly. And with every string of boys, he only covers his dark pass even more. He thought everything was perfect, until Liam. Why is he trying to figure Michael out? And why is his touch so good? Lust drives them. Fighting makes them understand. Running makes them worry. And crying brings them closer. What were they thinking, to get involved with a silly thing called: L O V E. (A/N: This actually a little bit of a side story off of my other two books "I HATE YOU" and it's sequel "Hey, I STILL HATE YOU" and you are welcome to read that before this but it isn't necessary! Enjoy.)

"The world was a different place, now that he was dead. The love of my life, gone forever. In my dreams, I would see him on the verge of those chalky white cliffs, and he would look at me, before stepping over the edge. He killed himself, and left me with nothing. So that was what I became. Nothing." (2nd book in the FM Trilogy)

__ "I can't love you." "...I don't understand." "And you never will. This is your what if." "I don't want you to be my what if, though." "And I didn't want him to be mine, yet here we are.' __ Tristan Evans, notorious man whore and slut of the century has lost the man he cared most about. He is severely depressed and can't go a day without his mind being plagued with what if's. So when the new boy in town reminds him of the fiancé he lost, it takes all the self control he has to be able to control himself and not suffocate his newest love interest. However, can you love someone enough to make a relationship work when you're only with them for someone else || completed 23/11/16||

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

Miles is barely holding on. After graduating early, the bullying and abuse he once experienced have been replaced by an unbearable silence and a persistent ache in the back of his mind. With no one to turn to, he slips into a routine that makes him feel invisible and forgotten. Can one person really save him? He doesn't think so-but he has no other choice. He's suffocating, and just looking at this one person feels like the most refreshing breath of air he's ever had. -- This is my first time writing something in a long while, so please be kind. This will be a longer project when it's finished, and I'm really passionate about it. -- ***Trigger Warning*** This story is boy x boy and will explore mental health, mature themes, and references to self-harm and suicide.

Everyone would call them ill fated lovers. They started their story without realising the end is sooner then expected. 2 guys who found comfort in each other. They were soulmates, atleast i would like to call them that. Life isnt all about flowers and butterflys but they knew that from a young age. One of them swore to never love someone but the other wanted someone to understand them. I hope you enjoy the book :) it definitely got some triggering stuff in it and it also got a lgbtq+ relationship in it. I hope you enjoy reading it if u do read it ! Word count : 80,000+ words Status : Completed #3 lgbt #1 trauma #1 mentaldisorder #2 sadending

Growing up in chaos isn't simple for all. Not many could cope. They would struggle and kick, but ultimately drown. However, for Dakota, that was his normality. Torturing. Maiming. Killing. That was his life, the life of a hunter. The Arizona line was elusive, written fame in the lore of hunters, and infamy for their prey. They were the best. No one could ever compare to their skills, their abilities, their ruthlessness. But Dakota was something else. His siblings might have learnt to enjoy the hunt, well most of them anyway, but Dakota didn't. There was always something missing for him, something he was waiting on. Silent and everlasting hope. A promise had been made to him, the day his twin brother was stolen, taken by the enemy, plucked right from the very home the Arizonas had grown up in. A promise of something better, something that he might actually want in his life. Now, almost sixteen years later, something was coming. A change was begging to be found. Maybe it would be for the best. Maybe Dakota would finally find that certain something that had been missing his whole life, something to fill the dark and fractured abyss that ached and wailed within. But nothing was ever that simple. Because, of course, the promise that had been made to Dakota would never be anything plausible for him, anything tangible to have and to hold. He had been promised a new life, by the greatest enemy of them all. It wouldn't be easy. Not with his family still clinging to his heels, the teachings of blood and violence burnt into his mind. No, leaving them behind wouldn't ever be easy. Then again, staying with them would only bring his inevitable death. Why not take the chance to die happy? After all, out of the ashes, a phoenix will rise...

Connor Johnson seems like an ordinary boy on the outside, but on the inside he's plagued by depression, an eating disorder and complex anxiety. So what happens when he finally hits the end of the line and is forcibly sent to a home for troubled boys? Where love runs rampant in the air and tensions soar as high as the clouds. TW's (these will not be included at the start of chapters so take this as a final warning) Anorexia & Eating Disorder Self Harm Drug Abuse Abuse Smut PTSD Hallucinations/Schizophrenia Suicidal Thoughts & Ideation Hospitals Anxiety Slow Burn This story is NOT promoting, encouraging, romanticising or glorifying topics such as abuse, suicide, self harm, disordered eating, sexual abuse/misconduct or anything like that, it is just showing what the affects of it can be like especially for LGBT+ young people. Please be respectful in the comments and if anyone is struggling do reach out for support!

!!Trigger warning: suicide, Implied/Referenced Self Harm!! Warnings before sections. . This book is currently discontinued, if I find motivation to finish it it is not in the foreseeable future. . "Trust me." His voice was soft and calming, the way that a good father could be assumed to sound. "This isn't what you want, it never has been and it never will be. Confusion is difficult to work through, but if you just let me help you, I can show you that it can be worked through." He rolled up his sleeve, showing several white streaks across his skin. The other was shocked. "N-no, I'm not good for anything, I'm nothing there's nothing for me." He shook his head many times, holding it in his hands after a bit. "No." "Can I touch you?" The boy who was trying to help this poor soul had approached a few paces. His voice was now quieter, more soft, and still caring. The boy at the bridge took a moment to think, then nodded his approval. The savior gently took the boy's hands delicately in his own and gently pulled the boy back. Well, less of a pull and more of a gentle suggestion. It worked and the boy stumbled down off of the edge. The boy started to cry. How could he be so weak that a boy, the same age as him, who seemed to have the same ideas and hatred toward himself as he, could keep him from stepping off? The other simply gently led him to his vehicle and took out a water bottle out of the backseat. The boy took it and looked at it suspiciously. "It's untampered, look, it's still sealed." Upon seeing this, the boy opened it and took a few sips of water. "Thank you. For the water." The savior smiled. "It's nothing much." He shrugged. "Have a phone? If you want I can put my number in and then you'll always be able to tell someone if you're having a pissy day." Surprisingly enough, the boy agreed. . They would both be around twenty.

(WARNING!: DEPRESSING CONTENT, POORLY WRITTEN: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) "I deserve just as much pain as she gives me." He said fully meaning it and crushing my heart all at once. "No you don't. You are just a broken person both inside and out and all you need is to be fixed. When you're fixed there is nothing but beauty deep in you." I told him truthfully as he looked into my eyes with his shining with tears. In that moment all I could do was feel my heart break for this beautiful boy. But something else was there and it was that I cared for him too. I was starting to fall for Andy. Before I could comprehend what was happening, I slowly leaned towards him and gave him a gentle kiss on his lips. It only lasted a couple of seconds, but it was enough to tell him that he wasn't alone. That he had me and together we could get through this. . *Attention:THIS STORY IS VERY VERY POORLY WRITTEN!!!!!! VERY VERY BAD!!!!!!!! It's gotten more popular than I thought it would be and for that I'm embarrassed because it's not my best work. You're free to be however critical you want to be on this<3