Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

"If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask," Tazmin said, her raspy voice lowered as she drew one of her hands up the inside of my thigh. I clenched my jaw, "I didn't," I gritted, even if we both knew it was a full-faced lie. Especially with me bent over her desk with my hands held behind my back. "Oh so this..." she trailed off, suddenly running her fingers along my damp underwear, "Is all for someone else?" I drew in a deep breath, feeling the needy ache between my legs grow as she caressed her fingers back and forth against my covered core. "Anyone else," I forced out tightly. ♤ There's a delicate balance between law and order. And Milena Azhari fought ruthlessly for that balance as a defense lawyer, who is on the brink of achieving her lifelong dream... Making partner at her law firm. But she quickly gets lured off track, dipping deeper into the criminal world she once assumed she understood, until it all crumbles away from the surface. Milena's number one priority was always her family, but that quickly lands her face-to-face with her demons and the corruption that binds them. How far is she willing to go for her family? More importantly... how far is she willing to blur the lines of everything she once fought so hard for?

"Don't forget who had you on your knees, Zinovia," Sevan said, taking a long sip of her drink. Which I promptly snatched from her hand as soon as she lowered the glass from her mouth. "Don't forget all the power I held too," I said to her, not once glancing away from her darkened stare, "The mess I made of you milaya..." I trailed off, tilting my head as I openly analyzed her face, "It was pathetic really." Sevan smiled almost sadistically in response, "The mess you made of me?" she repeated the words in full amusement, "I'm still standing. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" ⋙⋙⋙⋙⋘⋘⋘ Power isn't just taken, it's earned, and Zinovia Kozlov is ready to claim what's hers. After her father's death, Zinovia steps up to lead the Russian mafia as its most feared and adored princess. But she's soon pulled into the dark world of Sevan Cortez, the woman who commands the entire mafia underworld. What starts as a power struggle between them quickly spirals into a twisted game of sex, manipulation, and deceit. But even Zinovia knows... You can't ruin, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙.

It's the lake in November, and the move closer to the ocean, and Gerard's fixation, and Gerard's compulsions like tidal waves dragging him down, and Mikey's more distant than ever: like they're drifting out into the middle of the ocean, whereas Gerard's just stuck there: water turning to quicksand around him, drowning. And it's the letter; Frank finds it on the floor of the boys' bathroom on the first floor. It's dropped in accident, perhaps from a pocket or something, and it's drenched in what Frank hopes is tap water, and the words: scrawled in blue ink are difficult to make out as the words join together in a fuzzy inky mess. The only paragraph legible is the final one, and even still, it barely is: 'I've been underwater for a long time now, but I'm not drowning, I'm beginning to think I can breathe like this, but I can't, I'm gasping for breath, and I have to do this, Mikey, I have to end this myself. I'm going to the lake on the 1st of November, don't wait for me... I'm not coming back.' And the name signed at the bottom is little more than a smudged mess of blue ink, and there's nothing Frank can do about it, but he knows for certain that the one thing he can't do is ignore this letter, and he reminds himself of that as he folds it into his pocket. It's a suicide note, Frank's stupid, but not stupid enough to brush over that fact, and whoever this person is, Frank knows that they most certainly don't deserve to die. And Frank isn't going to let them. Because he's going to find this person; he's got time now at least, and he can save them, he will save them - Frank promises himself that. But one person in a whole school, it's like a needle in a haystack, but he's got time, it's November 1st in thirty days, and he can only hope that it will be enough. He's got one month: the date is October 1st.

~HAS BEEN REWRITTEN. CHECK OUT BORN TO LOSE 2.0---- The boy hadn't even seen Gerard coming towards him until Gerard stepped on a fallen branch, making a 'crunch' sound. Gerard screamed a silent 'fuck' in his head as the boy's tear streaked face snapped up, locking eyes with Gerard's. His intense hazel eyes held so many emotions it was hard for Gerard to distinguish whether the boy was doing this out of anger or sadness, "Go away," the words were laced with venom but they also shook with emotion so strong that Gerard wanted to cry as well.

"You can run away with me, anytime you want." I want to get away. Away from the abuse at home, at school hell, but we're not friends. I could never be friends with Gerard Way. He's just some guy that fate seems to drive me towards. His brother may be even more of asshole than him, making my school life living hell and I guess things at home are not too great either. And despite how much of an asshole Gerard Way is, he's the only one that seems to make anything better.

Frank Iero has been picked on everyday in and out of school since he first came in seventh grade. He gets called all the same insults that he did in Maine before he moved. 'Faggot' 'Retard' 'Sinner' it never changes, and neither does he. But.... What if his bully does? !!!!Trigger Warning!!!! Contains self harm and suicide attempts!!!!

Gerard Way is a virgin. A pathetic, gay, red-haired little virgin. But he was okay with that. People in school avoided him, hell, they didn't even know who he was, and that was how it was. Until a good 'friend' of Gerard's started a rumor. A rumor that was bound to destroy everything Gerard had come to know, and even a little more in the process. Nothing good could come out of this situation, or so Gerard thought. But a certain boy with converse and a lip piercing would beg to differ. (Ok I suck at writing intros. The story will be better, I promise...)

Frank is an angsty asshole, at least that's what he lets on to be, When Gerard becomes his roommate he can't tell if he's happy or not. Don't speak. Don't touch my stuff. Without permission of course. Those were some of Franks rules for the quiet little redhead with the cute butt that just wants to write gay fanfiction. You can probably guess they get attached, but how? And what's next? The simple answer is to start reading and you may wanna give it a chance because if you don't like one persons writing style, you might like the others. This story is written by two people if you didn't guess, R- gerard T- frank Separate accounts available in a future A/N. Enjoy