“So what do you say? Marry me for six months and be promoted and rid of me for the rest of your life? Or refuse the deal, get fired, and all the work and effort you put into being my assistant and a reliable asset to the company will go to waste. The choice is yours.” Nicole Smith comes from a wealthy background, but wants to make her own stamp in life. All she wants to do is prove to everyone that she can make something of her herself and doesn't need her family's money to do it and after two years of working for Isaac Tristan and resisting the urge to quit and murder his ass, she thinks that she might finally have that chance. But what will she do when he threatens that she will never work in the industry she loves ever again if she does not do what he asks of her. Will all that suffering and hard work go to waste? Or will she take the offer and get sucked into Isaac's life further than she'd like, to finally get what she deserves?

A short gay romance story between a guy and his pizza deliverer :)

It's been years since Aurora has seen Phantomhive Manor and it's remaining inhabitant Ciel. When the young girl finally comes back to the home she once left behind, she learns that Ciel might just be keeping secrets from her, especially any involving his mysterious new butler Sebastian. What the young earl doesn't know though is that Aurora is keeping as many secrets from him as he is from her. *I plan to use Season 1 of Black Butler plus Season 2 and even parts of the manga. Don't worry about any spoilers since I'm not sure how long it'll be before I actually get into the second season, so a lot of you might actually get to watch the second season before then. And hopefully I won't spoil any manga parts either, whenever I get there. By the way, I do not own Black Butler whatsoever.

"Alright. I got this far. What next Mr. Teacher?" He laughs at me. Actually laughs at me! If he thinks that just because his laugh is one of the sexiest sounds ever that he can get away with laughing at me, he is so wrong. My anger is lost the second his fingers start caressing their way up my leg, landing on my hip which is where they stay. "First lesson: the art of teasing." I can do this one. It'll be just like the other night in his living room. Give him just enough to leave him wanting more. However, even though I know a lot about teasing, I think I'm about to learn a whole hell of a lot more. Looking directly into Cameron's eyes, I see how they are twinkling with the excitement of this lesson. I have a feeling I am in way over my head. -- Cameron is Amanda's best friend's brother. After a night of restlessness, Cameron agrees to teach Amanda how to kiss her way to a boyfriend, but there is only one tiny problem. She doesn't want just any boyfriend. She wants the guy she has been in love with for years, and he just agreed to take her to Kissing School.

What would happen if Ciel Phantomhive had a daughter who fell inlove with a certain crow demon? Well for Nyx Phantomhive, only daughter and youngest of Phantomhive's seven so-called angels that fell to earth with Sebastian Michalis. In this Victorian age romance old and new faces will do anything to keep the two together or apart.

Death the Kid has finally met his match, without her even trying to be symmetrical.

Luna Ann Carter meets her dream guy at a Christmas party. The infamous, "kiss me under the mistletoe game has got everyone hook. In order to kiss a total random person, participating staffs must each select a double set of numbers from the kiss box. They must then pair up and step in for the surprise partner kiss. Daniel Evans had his eyes set on the beautiful blonde girl with stunning blue eyes and a charming personality, Luna was indeed quite a catch. Daniel hasn't date anyone else after his fiancee passed on, but after a kiss with his mystery woman, he believes in love again. Leo, Luna's ex wants her back. Mrs. Carter wants a reunion and made things worst. So the trios spend a terrible,funny, sad time at the house... Who's side are you on? Daniel or Leo? Read more to find out :)

Once I was a god. Worshiped. Revered. The huddled masses cast themselves at my feet, heads bowed and eyes wide. Save us, they begged. Spare us, they pleaded. And, fool that I was, I tried. Now I am nothing. Fallen. A bitter memory of an age long passed. A broken old fool too stubborn to die. This is my story. My rise, my fall. The pathetic mess, after. Read it. Don’t. I care little. My words are not for you.