Owen Dennis is a twenty-two year old submissive who has a hard time finding a Master due to his muscular frame and dislike of bottoming. He settles for being a switch, but he wants more. He's oblivious, anxious, works out all the time, frequents frat parties, and is studying to be an electric engineer. He's got a few good friends, but most notable of them all was David, an erratic medical student with, what Owen assumed, was commitment issues. Overall, though, he leads a pretty boring, mundane life. Well, at least until Owen runs into an angelically beautiful boy at a frat party who manages to flip his world upside down, and allowed him to see things that he was previously blind to. 𝐶𝑜𝑝𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 © 2022 𝑏𝑦 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 (𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟) 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑.

When Jack is blamed for the wolf attacks and becomes the target of his narrow-minded village, he decides to take Fate in his own hands. Hiding beneath his hood, his only hope is finding the Witch of the Wilds...before the wolves find him.

Ilsa, one of the three demon princes in Caelestes (The Demon Realm), decides to flee his home realm in search of freedom from his life of seclusion, mistreatment, and imprisonment. Ilsa quickly realized that he was not in the realm he intended to be in at all when he was almost immediately discovered... Not all hope was lost, however, because Ilsa found himself being offered a mutually beneficial arrangement--a marriage with the king of vampires, Cassian Elynbrigge. It worked out perfectly. Ilsa needed protection from his father, and what better protection than a kings army? Ilsa had been alone for millennia, and the idea of settling down with someone was appealing, and it wasn't like he had tons of experience talking to people given that he'd been secluded his entire life. It helped that said king was incredibly attractive, and treated him better than he'd ever been treated before. With the future spanning in front of him with infinite possibilities and the past looming behind him like a phantom, Ilsa comes to find the one thing he'd always wanted: somewhere to belong. [𝑂𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒, 𝐴𝑙𝑝ℎ𝑎/𝑂𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎 𝐷𝑦𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑐𝑠] ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ 𝐶𝑜𝑝𝑦𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 © 2022 𝑏𝑦 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐴𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑦𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑠 (𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟) 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑.

"You're really pissing me off, Iggy, so I'm gonna give you two options. Either walk away or keep fucking provoking me and watch what happens," Ignatius' bottom lip caught between his teeth, Enlil's hot breath tickling his ear as the sylph leant in awfully close. One option was far more appealing than the other, though the other was far more practical. "Why would I walk away now, daddy?" Ignatius felt Enlil's arousal pressing against his clothed ass, making his own hardening cock twitch with anticipation. Was he really going through with it? He doubted it would just be a blowjob that time, he could still back out, Enlil wouldn't be mad. "I'd watch what you say next, princess, don't go giving me the wrong idea," Enlil spoke in a much softer voice, resting his hand on the wall to the left of Ignatius' head, his lips so close to the phoenix's ear they just grazed against the skin. Ignatius hesitated, guilty thoughts rushing into his mind, each one dissolving as Ignatius focused on how well his back fit into Enlil's chest. "Please," Ignatius whispered, sliding his hand up the wall to cover Enlil's, "please, daddy," Ignatius suddenly felt very vulnerable, fearful that Enlil would reject his advances. "Please what, princess? Tell daddy what you want," Enlil pressed his lips to the crook of Ignatius' neck, running his tongue over the curvature of his skin, coaxing a hushed moan from the phoenix. God, who had been kidding? How could he have ever resisted Enlil when he spoke to him like that? "You," Ignatius breathed, bringing Enlil's hand down to rest upon his throat, "I want you, daddy, all of you," Ignatius' breath caught in his throat as Enlil applied a hell of a lot more pressure than he had done before, no longer increasing it at a gradual pace. "It's about goddamn time, princess..." {Book Three of the Inamorate Series}

Book One of the Haunted Lover's Duo "People in the real world always say, when something terrible happens, that the sadness and loss and aching pain of the heart will 'lessen as time passes', but it isn't true. Sorrow and loss are constant, but if we all had to go through our whole lives carrying them the whole time, we wouldn't be able to stand it. The sadness would paralyze us. So in the end we just pack it into bags and find somewhere to leave it." - Fredrik Backman, My Grandmother asked me to tell you she's Sorry. Still wrought with grief from the loss of his older brother, Eden Moir seeks out Malcolm Reed, the best SN lawyer currently working in the surface world. His intentions are mere justice for his brother, who was wrongfully murdered by hunters. Eden has been juggling work and home life, or more like drowning in it, and is in a constant struggle with the tight budget that is being washed away by his mother's drinking problem. Yet, Eden yearns for more as he gets to know Malcolm. He desires for the witch to be more than his lawyer, despite how detrimental it could be for his brother's case. Love is worth the risk, after all, right? Sadly, Malcolm might not see things the same way, looking at the bigger picture, not wanting to cost those around him the career he has built all for his own selfish wishes. But, in the end, there is something far worse at play, lurking beneath the shadows, waiting for the right moment to pounce... waiting for the right opportunity to dredge up the agony within Eden's heart once again.

Book Two of the Haunted Lover's Duo. "The paradox of vengefulness is that it makes men dependent upon those who have harmed them, believing that their release from pain will come only when they make their tormentors suffer. In seeking the Bird's death to free himself, Louie had chained himself, once again, to his tyrant. During the war, the Bird had been unwilling to let go of Louie; after the war, Louie was unable to let go of the Bird." -Laura Hillenbrand, Unbroken: A World War Two Story of Survival, Resilience and Redemption. In the wake of Malcolm's death, Slate attempts a shot at normality. He tries to cope, and hopes staying close to Eden will aid him in retaining his sanity. However, there just doesn't seem to be anything going right, and the hole that Malcolm left in his chest just isn't helping. He's falling, and he knows soon he'll hit the ground. He'll crash. During a raging storm, Slate finds the one light that might actually keep him going. The one light to guide him through the darkness of his life, to bring him back from the brink, and maybe even to finally forge some beauty worth living for. A nymph, half-dead in the middle of the road, so close to the end himself but somehow able to shift Slate's entire world into another dimension. A clearer one. One that he may just survive in.

Boy x boy x boy werewolf story. The poor omega finally finds his mate, which is a soon to be Alpha of a different pack.

The Sequel to Being Their Omega, A story revolving around Kyle and his three mates. ((This is obviously a harem type story so if you don't like more than one person dating someone this may not be the story for you.))

"You like it, baby?" Ambrose purred in Kyree's ear, "I picked the colour out just for you, remembered just how much you like it on me," Kyree groaned as Ambrose caught his earlobe between his teeth, biting down hard enough that he knew there would be a mark. "Out," Kyree demanded the tailor, pleased with how fast the little man scuttled from the room. The second Kyree heard the door click shut, he pressed Ambrose against the wall to the left of them, covering the demon's mouth with his own. Ambrose complied with a soft moan and a tug of Kyree's hair, his other hand clutching the lapel of Kyree's suit, as if holding himself up for fear his knees may buckle. Kyree's mouth trailed down Ambrose's neck, leaving one deep purple bruise after another across his demon's tanned skin. Ambrose's mewls and purrs were loud, then again, Ambrose always was loud, he knew it turned Kyree on. Kyree was marking his lover, knowing that all eyes would be on them tonight, he wanted everyone to know what was his. "Mine," he murmured against Ambrose's abused flesh, nipping at the place just below his lover's jaw, marvelling in the primal groan that resonated through him. "Yours," Ambrose agreed, his chest heaving as his breath got taken from him by another quick nip across his throat from Kyree, "forever, baby," Kyree took a step back, admiring the myriad of mauve marks littered across Ambrose's throat. Purple was Kyree's favourite colour on Ambrose... {Book One of the Inamorate Series} This book is dedicated to my editor, illustrator and best friend Daisy for always being there for me and putting up with my shit. {Credit to her also for the cover art and all illustrations throughout}.