Sawyer Iker was a simple young man, that liked to do simple things, ya'know a stroll through a museum while taking selfies that somehow manages to capture a security cam in every other photo or a light jog pass a high-tech security bank with a rather large volt inside, that just so happens to have a money transfer vehicle on route in transit. It wasn't a big deal that sometimes it happened to be at whey hours of the night when hardly anyone would be spotted outside, while he was decked out in clad black. You know casual, simple things. Until a wack-ass douche-bag wannabe cool looking motherfucker Named Nathaniel decides to shake shit up. And thus shit hits the fan. And simplicity as Iker knew it, vanished.

Second book in The Midnight Series. The sound of pained howls and whimpers fill the basement as the laughter and snide comments get louder with every kick, stab, and burn they make to the little white wolf, it's once beautiful fur now stained red and black over the years. After hours of this torture, they finally decide to stop and go to the local bar in search of alcohol and women too intoxicated to know what's going on. That's when the now raggedy wolf escapes, with a little help from a small little girl, one that is not even 7 years old. He runs as fast as his damaged body can take him, whimpering every so often in pain as he has to jump over the many obstacles in his way. The raven coloured wolf, the largest one in his pack so far, gets a message that a rogue has been caught and is now being held for questioning, so he quickly makes his way back. What he finds is something he had never imagined as of late, and it shocks him. What he found was... The Rogue with the blue eyes.

Sequel to Dog Teeth WARNING: Contains gay love, violence, blood, death, and smut. BOOK 3 of the Shaden Wolf Series "When your heart is borrowed. Where the grass is green, but underneath you're cold and hollow. Yeah, the words are sweet, but no see they're hard to swallow. So sick of your crooked smile and your counterfeit soul. Your counterfeit soul. "And you got teeth like a wolf, but you cry like a sheep, yeah. Don't be mad that you did it. Caught your red hands in it. You're so bad, yeah, I get. You made your bed now rest in it. Run and cry wolf. Wolf. "When your heart has turned to stone. When the things you weren't meant to see are all that you know. Too late to sell back the lies and the dreams that you were sold. So sick of your crooked smile and your counterfeit soul. Your counterfeit soul. "And you got teeth like a wolf, but you cry like a sheep, yeah. Don't be mad that you did it. Caught your red hands in it. You're so bad, yeah, I get it. You made your bed now rest in it. Run and cry wolf. Wolf. "And you got teeth like a wolf, but you cry, you cry. Don't be mad that you did it. Caught your red hands in it. You're so bad, yeah, I get it. You made your bed now rest in it. Run and cry wolf. Wolf. "Cry wolf. Wolf. Mad that you did it. Caught your red hands in it. You're so bad, yeah, I get it. Made your bed now rest in it." - Bebe Rexha

Sequel to Shut Eye WARNING: This contains violence, blood, and death. BOOK 2 of the Shaden Wolf Series "He handed me a pair of pliers and he told me to pull out his teeth. Because as long as he had them he'd use them to do bad things. "You're cold on the inside. There's a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart. My body's covered in teeth marks. Your bite's worse than your bark. You ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love. You're all over me. "He'd sunk his teeth into the flesh of many others, infecting them with whatever was already inside him. He'd broken all their hymens, cut them open and played inside them. He'd hollowed out their bodies so they'd feel just empty as him. "You're cold on the inside. There's a dog in your heart and it tells you to tear everything apart. You draw blood just to taste it. You hold bones just to break them. You ruin everything you touch and destroy anyone you love. You're all over me." - Nicole Dollanganger

Logan is just trying to get by... After being Lindsay Ryder's assistant, Logan isn't really all that impressed anymore by the Hollywood celebrities he meets during the course of his job. That is, until he meets the gorgeous Kyler Thomas in person. Who knew someone could actually look like that? And there's something in his eyes when he looks at Logan, even though he's being set up with Lindsay...is it possible he could be...interested? Kyler is blindsided by Logan... Kyler hasn't been this attracted to anyone in...he doesn't even know. But things start to get a little complicated as he reads one of Logan's scripts and realizes he wants it for his production company. And it might be a cliché, but business and pleasure really don't go well together. Not to mention the small matter of the furry secret he's keeping... ***Gay Werewolf Romance ***~41,000 words ***Adult Content ***Will be posting the full story one chapter at a time- the full book will be up for a while and then I will leave a sample. Just a heads up!

WARNING: This contains gayness, so if you don't like that, leave right now. Conatins violence and blood. BOOK 1 of the Shaden Wolf Series "You should've got a better bed, better for your head, better heads need shut eye. You should've got a better bed, better for your head, better heads need shut eye. You should've got out of the red, in the red you're better off dead, deader than the red dead sea. Promise it to me, promise me the sea. "People all the people with big bellies banging bigger drums. They beat down on you, they beat the pulse into your shoes. Shoes are made for walking you to lands and other seas. See those seas, oh, see those seas that you've seen on the big screen. "You should've got a better bed, better for your head, better heads need shut eye. You should've got out of the red, in the red you're better off dead, deader than the red dead sea. Promise it to me, promise me the sea. "Sad hellos and mad high lows. Now I know not nobody knows. Sad hellos and mad high lows. Now I know, not nobody knows. Where do we go? Oh where do we go? "People all the people with big bellies banging bigger drums. They beat down on you, they beat the pulse into your shoes. Shoes are made for walking you to lands and other seas. See those seas, oh, see those seas that you've seen on the big screen. People all the people with big bellies banging bigger drums. They beat down on you, they beat the pulse into your shoes. Shoes are made for walking you to lands and other seas. See those seas, oh, see those seas that you've seen on the big screen. "La, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la, la. La, la, la, la, la." - Stealing Sheep

There is a curse, a curse on a royal family, this curse has led to many deaths and sickly minds. Leonan is the last of this line of royalty, a King with a sickly body that, like all of predecessors, is characterized by pale skin, white hair, and red eyes with no black pupils. This is what the first ever humans used to look like, and through countless cross breeding, Leonan is the only of the original who remain. When he dies, religion believes humanity will come to an end. A sickly king over a vast, lush land? Sounds ripe for the picking, and Mateo Dragonaire of Frenen has come to harvest. Does he wish to protect or harm Leonan? This brewing story of curses and war and potential love is all found within Personal Duties. Hope you'll enjoy.

" He always told me if I ever came into the hand of pirates I'd be beaten to a bloody pulp, locked up and raped before being sold to the highest bidder." Sighing I rolled over, clutching the blankets to me. "But you are a lot nice than he ever was." Praxis didn't seem to know what to say to that, I guess it was a pretty hard thing to follow. "You know your safe here." He didn't mean it as a question but simply a statement. Letting out a little laugh I fully looked at him. "May we sail far tonight because the land is no place for me and there is no where on it I shall ever be safe." "But you are safe in the ocean?" He asked, frowning slightly. I shook my head. "I am destined to die by drowning. It is why we left the ocean though manny believed if we had stayed then my destiny may have changed." "How can you drown where you can breath under water?" He said looking very confused. "I can only breath under water when I want to, witch makes me think that when I die it will be because I choose to." I told him as I began to drift off. ~~~ When a half mer held captive for most of his life finaly escapes he finds that freedom is better than he dreamed, yet with both the fake king of land and the real king of sea hunting him he knows he only has so long to enjoy it. Yet he has one hope, find Eric, the only suviving member of the true royal family and restore him to the throne. Then and only then he could be safe somwhere. But with only a ship full of missfit pirates and their Captine Praxis to help him he realises that there isnt much hope as time run's out.

Disclaimer: This story is an mPreg story Cameron Alono Smiths is an innocent, sensitive 16 year old boy from L.A . After living in L.A his whole life, his dad gets a new job out in Brooklyn, New York and they have no choice but to move since things are getting hard. Cameron is scared because all he knows is L.A and worst of all- he's afraid of how Urban the area is. Cameron is NOT racist, but he didn't know how people would react to the new white AND gay boy in school. How would he cope in school? Will he be able to get through it safely and will he meet anyone who he can connect with? ------------------------------------------------------ Anthony D'arell Jackson is a very known senior in West Hills High School. At 18 years old, he has all the ladies, money (from selling illegal substances) , and is captain on the football team. He gives fucks about no one but his family. All he's trying to do is make a living for him and his siblings. Little does he know, his senior year has a few surprises in store. Surprises that he would never think twice about.

Born from a forbidden union between a mortal and a Valkyrie, Ascanius is no stranger to heartache. Only recently he has accepted himself for who and what he is and most importantly; his life is his own. He is content with living the remainder of his life without a partner. His heart only has room for his family and the man who helped him survive his upbringing. A man he thought had died long ago. So, when the same man attacks and accuses him of ruining his life, there are no words to describe how shocked he is. What shakes him the most is how he is now the opposite of the version of him he kept safe in his memories; spiteful, miserable, and hot-headed. He'd sooner blame Ascanius, his parents, and even the gods for his issues before he blames himself. Now he must decide whether he should try to mend his ex-lover's wounds or abandon him to keep his own scars from reopening. (2# Mortal Wounds) (Warning: this novel contains graphic adult content and explicit language)