ManxMan | In 1920, when merely being homosexual is punishable by up to life imprisonment under British Law, a young English doctor flees his homeland after nearly steeping his aristocratic family's name in scandal. With a brand new identity he sets off to Canada in hopes of making a life for himself and starting afresh in the Canadian Prairies; in hopes of finding, what they call where he comes from, 'a home from home'. But what will happen when he's greeted at the Calgary railway station by a handsome young Mountie who might just make him risk it all once again...

(BxB) "I don't believe in ghosts," Koda whispered. "Well," Alfie twisted the ring on his index finger. An excited shine returned to his eyes. His crush had never stared for so long, "would you believe me if I said that your mother is standing right behind you?" A week after Alfie's crush loses his parent, they are forced to talk when the ghost of Koda's mother reaches out to Alfie, demanding to speak with her son. Among the mist of grief, It wasn't any ordinary ghost wanting to say a final goodbye to the one she loved, it wasn't just an affectionate relationship developing between the ghost's son and the medium, it was the beginning of something much more dangerous.

"The fuck? Girl it's 2020 why hate?" "I know what year it is, I have my own calendar" I replied but she just gave me an eye roll. "Just...I just don't like that look of it, I don't know... I don't understand." I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Hmm..." She placed her hand on her chin and tapped her lips, "try and kiss me then?" "What?? I just said I don't like the look of two girls together, why would I kiss you?" I backed away a little. "Oh yeah- what about a hug instead?" she asked. "I don't like physical contact." "Please?" "No." "It's just one second!!" "A no is a no." She pouted and stomped her feet and I'm lying if I said she didn't looked cute. "fine. One second." I said, keeping my annoyed façade. "So... You say yes to my Hug?" I rolled my eyes, my lips failing to hide a smile. "I say yes to the hug." ----------------------------- Highest Ranking #1 in Girls (10/29/2020) #1 in gxg (7/31/2022) #1 in highschool (7/31/2022) #1 in girls (8/22/2022) #1 in slow burn (2/17/2023)

THIRTY-ONE DAYS OF SWEETNESS Aidan is the proud owner of The Sugar Stop, a café in Pine Grove, and has dedicated his life to baking and selling delicious pastries. Keith left Pine Grove directly after High School, glad to escape the small town. Now he's back to take care of his deceased father's affairs but planned to stay not longer than a month to do so. Will he change his plans when he tastes the sweet cupcakes sold at The Sugar Stop and first and foremost their baker's lips? Who can resist such a tempting package after all?

Is this your world, Jack? Blood and guns. One wrong step and I might fall. Or worse, Jack. You could die. Stupid. Remember to breathe. Screw being cautious. Shit happens anyway. "I've taken away your speech." No, you've helped me speak the words I really wanted to say. "I've taken away your sight." No, you've helped me see myself better than ever. "I've taken away your arms and legs." No, you've given me more freedom than I've ever tasted before. I should have said: I love you, Jack. This is BOOK 2 of Kairos - It's highly recommended that you read BOOK 1, Kairos-Lust ***Warning!***Violence, Mature Content, Coarse Language (Steve says and thinks the F word a lot O.O)***You might have fun!**** BDSM elements ... you got the picture. UPDATE SCHEDULE: Mondays

Dante Harris was running. Running from an abusive past. Running from a messy break up. Running from the life he left in the small city of Round Rock Texas. Somehow this small town boy has found himself in the busy streets of New York City, and in the arms of one Samuel Deminico (not intentionally of course). Sammy's managed to survive in the Big Apple all his life. The city has brought him major once in a lifetime opportunities, such as opening up his dream boxing gym. He never thought he'd need to use his self defense moves outside of the ring... but one particular crackhead proved him wrong the night of April 15th. That was when Sammy met Dante. •• "You ever get punched in the face by a crackhead?" "No, I can't say that I have." "Then don't speak on it like you've been punched in the face by a crackhead." *this book is unedited

He looked over at me in the dimness, fingers loose in my grip. "You are hurting me," he said, without interest. He had caked powder on his already pale skin, all of one shade except for points made by a hot pencil. Though it was no longer the mode at court, the new fashion more ostentatious and overdrawn, he still favored it, and as I did. My fingers crept up his wrist. I felt rough punctures, half healed and raw, a scattering of them, and I pulled. Laurent could not resist, weakened by the drawing of his blood. My vocal cords had been severed by the younger one's teeth, and so I could not speak, but I pushed up his sleeve, the luxury of his white linen, and found his arm colored like a polluted river. I touched the bites with my fingertips, ten, fifteen, twenty. "I have felt your judgment already," L whispered, trying to pull his arm back, "I have felt it these now two hundred years. Judgment judgment. Cry not. Is it pity? You are a cold thing, without heart, to judge me for what I do. Prideful toad." His arm muscles worked against my grip beneath his blood bruised skin. "Unhand me. Wretched, lye-broken flesh." After a time, he made a sound like a trapped fox, a dying child's keen, and gave up, lying back on the bed such that his hair fell across my face. My other hand found his neck and stroked him. "You will not know what it feels like, good heart," he said to me, softly, doing me one of his gentle nips of an insult, "for love to change you in an instant." He relaxed under my stroking, and his tone softened. "I only meant to help him die." ** After his untimely death, the story of the vampire "L" comes together. Devotees tell the story from many points of view across history, painting a portrait of a man crushed by great loves, desperation, and the indifferent march of time. featured 3/9/16 complete 8/31/16 Editing, as of 5/11/2018. Log: 0/129 chapters edited. 0 added. Cover by @ferret-bird

My name Gabriella Nato Per Uccidere, which is Italian for "born to kill" Despite my surname I am seen as weak, vulnerable, dumb, irrational and an object to be sold and used, why? Because I'm a girl. I will never be able to claim my crown as Mafia Queen, why? Because It's only ever Mafia KING. My destiny is to marry a Mafia man, but how can I do that when I don't want a man? When I want a woman...it's time to change that destiny...

James Inkwell volunteered to sign the sorbea perpetua or the perpetual service for the state. It was a decision to save his father after failing to earn their debt of 50,000 docents. Enter Prince Gregory IV. The crown prince of the current Royal family, is a spoiled, arrogant, and easily angered prince. Everything the prince wanted, the prince gets it. Working for the Royal Family is a tough job for James especially when the crown prince hates him so much that it makes him wonder, what the hell did he do? ---COMPLETED 05/11/2020