"You belong to me now, I suggest you behave" the King said, his cold hands gripping my jaw. My eyes were forced to stare into his sliver orbs. "Or what?" I asked, gritting my teeth. "Or living in this Castle will get significantly harder for you" he replied, curling his lip. 》■《 The Vampire King has lived for centuries, controlling the Vampire population with a snap of his fingers. No one knows his real name or seen his face until he takes interest in a small town waitress. She's human and used to having her world surrounded by sunshine and daisies. The Vampire King brings only darkness and pain. Cover created by: @storms_and_seas

Book 2 of the supernatural world series' The prince of Heaven and the young angel of love , Adraniel is sent to earth to find his true identity and purpose by his father, the king of Angels. He was warned to stay away from them, he was warned to not indulge with them , yet young Adraniel catches the interest of a very sadistic Demon. And it was none other than Lucien Castle demon of lust and desires one of the Seven deadly sins a fallen Angel. Read to find out the hate to love relationship between a high ranked demon lord and a powerless angel trapped on earth in 🪶 FALLEN ANGELS 🪶 (Violence, sex , gore , triggers) Highest ranking: #38 - angelsanddemons #23 - gayromance #52 - bxblove Word count ~ 96,000+ words Date of completion ~ September 26 2021 Editing.

Book 1 of the supernatural world series "Hey! Get down you may slip and die!!" . . "Don't worry about me I'm already dead!" _____ An ancient vampire and a high class businessman , both dominant and neither likes to submit nor being disrespected. Both followed by demons from their past, alike yet so different so why the fate brought them close? Find how a centuries year old vampire , depraved of love for eons and given up on the concept of love finds himself falling for the tall and handsome CEO on sight who himself struggles with problems of his own He wasn't expecting this or was he? One doesn't know how to love , One has been unlucky in love. So how does the 'straight' CEO finds it when a boy, a ruthless and cold vampire prince catches his eye and in a not so very straight way. One who knows nothing about boy love whereas the other, well he only knows one thing, that is killing and his crave for blood. Seems chaotic and it is. And if you add a soulmate bond , a psycho ex , crazy friends and whole lot of magic for fun. Well things get interesting. With crazy turn of events , sex and love, find out how a nightmarish creature finds himself cradled in the arms of a human. Highest rankings yet : #1 - Vampirewerewolf #1 - manxman #1 - bdsm #2 - mates #2 - supernatural #3 - soulmates #6 - gayfiction #8 - gayaf #7 - vampiresfanfiction #9- boyfriends #7 - Wattpride #47 - lgbt Word count ~ 222,000+ words Date of Completion ~ July 13th 2021

"Our universe grants every soul a twin - a reflection of themselves - the kindred spirit. And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other - even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love." -Julie Dillon. Dove had been plagued with vivid dreams all his life, about a thousand different lives with a mysterious blur of a man. He had never thought too deeply about it, more concerned with getting out of his dreary town and away from the ghosts of his past. In a last chance bid at a life elsewhere, Dove travelled to San Franciso for a job interview to be the personal assistant of prestigious businessman and billionaire, Eryll Beherit. Little did he know, that man was no man, and he would be the final piece of the puzzle that Dove needed to fill in all the cracks in his fractured mind...

It was gentle at first, tender little pecks, before Fionn embedded his fingers into Dante's hair. The vampire tugged Fionn flush against his body as they explored one another's mouths. Fionn was a little fearful of Dante's fangs but every time they grazed over his lips or tongue he let out a soft moan. Admittedly, Fionn had never kissed a vampire, had never even considered it. Yet, with Dante, he never wanted to stop. He had responded so quickly, giving in to every shameful little urge he had ever had for the vampire, immediately becoming a breathless, groaning mess. "Think of me instead," Dante murmured when Fionn had to break off the kiss, he had been getting a little light headed. Dante brushed his thumb over Fionn's cheek but the wolf just stared on in disbelief. "Come on, Fi, don't act like you didn't know my feelings for you." "I-I didn't," Fionn stammered, his voice so quiet it was almost inaudible. "Fi, I flirted with you mercilessly," Dante was beginning to look a little self-conscious, his brows drawn together in a soft frown. "Yeah, but that was just teasing and stuff. This is like a whole world different," Dante was silent for an entire agonising minute, merely staring into Fionn's eyes, before sitting up and running his hand through his hair. "You're right," he muttered, scowling down at his lap, "it was stupid of me to assume you felt the same way. It wouldn't work anyway, we'd end up killing each other," Dante rose from the bed and walked toward the bathroom. "Wait," Fionn gripped Dante's wrist, though the vampire kept his eyes on the bathroom door, "maybe it would work... Maybe I really want it to work," Fionn spoke quietly but he knew Dante would hear every word clear as day. "You can't lie to me, Fionn, I can read your thoughts," Dante muttered, still refusing to look at the wolf... {Book Two of the Inamorate Series}

"When you walk to the edge of all the light you have and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown, you must believe that one of two things will happen. There will be something solid for you to stand upon or you will be taught to fly." ― Patrick Overton, The leaning tree. Alwynn hadn't anticipated much from meeting an old friend of his parents. He expected a dull night filled with drab conversation and occasional pokes at his choices in life. He was prepared for that, he would just drift off into some serene place in his mind and let it all wash over him. Alwynn hadn't anticipated the 'old friend' to be a living, breathing Adonis capable of reducing the boy to a quivering, incoherent mess just with the flash of that ravishing smile. Vant Bayer, a man far too old for the 17-year-old, was just the man the boy was looking for. Little did Alwynn know, Vant wasn't merely a man...

"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}.

They're blood-thirsty. Every last one of them. Per the Agreement, however, all humans are assigned a vampire at birth. When they reach their age to serve, they must fill the role of a consort, feeding their vampire whenever needed. Unlike most humans, I was ready to be a consort. I was ready for my vampire, to serve him whenever he needed me. What I wasn't ready for? His kiss. A kiss that sparked into a flame. A kiss powerful enough to change the world. (**malexmale novel**)

Five years have passed since the Secondaries took the world by storm, ruthlessly killing humankind and vampires alike. Now, hidden in the shadows, Bogdan must band together with an unlikely group of companions to restore justice to the world and save the only man who has ever truly made him feel alive. Bogdan believes rescuing Finn is his final test - the one which stands between him and his happily-ever-after. Unbeknownst to him, a more powerful test begins to unfold, pushing him to the brink of emotional sanity as he tries to solve the riddle: How much are you willing to fight for the one you love? **Note: This MXM novel is the third and final installment of The Consort vampire series. Because each novel picks up where the least leaves off, it is best to read the first two novels prior to reading this one. Thank you and enjoy!**

As an immortal war brings humankind to the brink of destruction, the hope for freedom begins to fade to dust. Mortals everywhere ache for liberation, to rid themselves of the shackles binding them to the undead for 29 years of their lives. But one man refuses to turn away from the vampire assigned to him at birth. He is a consort - the last consort... ...and it is in his hands where the fate of mankind now rests.