✧･ﾟ: 𝐇𝐢<𝟑 This is a Peter Steele fanfic and Love Story. Smut is included ofc. I hope you enjoy my book. TYSM for reading. ✧💚✧

Daisy is a soft spoken artist. She's never been one for spontaneity and prefers to live life safely. Or she did until she locks eyes with a tall, curly haired guy in her favourite Starbucks.

Ivy is a 24-year-old striving artist who finds herself trying to navigate the world as a newly single woman. Giving in to the pleas of her best friend Ella, she decides to take her off on her offer (or rather a demand) on a night out at their favorite goth club, Barracuda. It seemed like any other night in the club, short of flying solo. When the band takes stage, Ivy finds herself captivated by the smoldering God that takes the stage. She would venture to guess him to be nearing 7 foot tall, with jet black hair down to his waist. When the band strikes up and the stage lights descend, Ivy is spellbound by a pair of haunting forest green eyes. And the spell he cast on her would become her undoing.. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The idea for this story came to me over the years through my dreams. I've always had a soft spot in her heart for all things Type O Negative, or more rather all things Peter Steele.. 🖤💚 After many years of these dreams haunting me, I decided to finally put some of them down on paper. I am writing this story as if TON were a present-day undiscovered band and that Peter was still in the land of the living. I realize that this story may be pretty niche, drawing in a specific crowd. But if you are one of us who stan the Green Man, this story is for you! Or rather, if you live for a good, spicy romance.. Welcome! This story is also for you! Who knows? This project may crash and burn, but it may also be wildly successful, as there are many of us who unashamedly love our smut. ;) But alas! Enjoy the drama, and thank you for reading! ~*~*~*~*~ Also, feel free to check out the playlist that I have in the works for World Coming Down. Some of the songs feature throughout various chapters, while others fit the vibe while I've been writing. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5B4kDqlpKd4bKeNzcQdCjE?si=fca554d820bb4e23

She wanted to run. Wanted to gauge out her eyes. The color was everywhere. It was in the pine of the trees. In the leaves that blew in the haunted winds. In the grass beneath her feet, the neon city lights. The color of the hummingbirds that crowded her house. The green woods that went just beyond that. The moss on the cemetery stone where her father was buried. Green was for envy. Green was for greed. Green was for lust. Green was for the money hungry men that she surrounded herself with. Green was for the sickness she felt deep within her stomach as the idea of him with another woman invaded her mind. Her emerald tears falling to the floor into a dark abyss. The dominant wavelength of the color would never escape her. It was in the shirts he wore, the bass he played. Green was for Steele's cold eyes, that always looked at her with such disappointment. Green was for the hatred she felt for him. The color reminded her of him. Of the way he would scowl at her. The way his jaw clenched when she entered the room, her green dress clinging to the curves of her short body. Her pale, olive green toned skin. But what was worst of all, green was in the love she felt for him. Her green man. *** Under Editing*****

A young gothic teenager living in the early 90's. What a time to be alive. Well, that's what you would think. Her family had moved from Colorado to New York on a short notice, leaving behind all of her friends and family. While she was glad to be out of a cow town and in a city, she found herself feeling rather lonely. But that was until she caught a glimpse of her mysterious neighbor. And when she saw him-Little did she know, her life would change forever. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TW: mental illness, substance abuse, some rlly fucked up sex lmfoahdhsdh

Descriptions are stupid... for MA audiences only ts is kinda tragic Feel free to provide constructive criticism! I appreciate it. PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

Being such a pure and innocent child of Christ, you would never guess that you would end up being in love with a man who feeds off of the innocents blood. Was it truly worth it though? This is for entertainment purposes only. I don't own Peter Steele or any of the members of Type O Negative. This is all fiction and I regret starting this.

"This is why I don't date musicians." At least that's what she told herself. Following the demise of a previous relationship, Lizzy packed her heart with ice, vowing to never get hurt again. That is until she met someone who would light her soul on fire.