𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙉𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡. ___ "𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴." "𝘛𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵." "𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨." "𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶." --- He was a man of everything nobody was - everything shunned and ostracized from uniformed society. A man painted by the ink sprawled across his pale skin, a voice lined with Russian heritage and words speaking of a history woven with jeopardy and incarceration. Nevertheless, he was shameless. Of his life. The things he'd done, and how he'd approached you so easily. Yet, by the impulsive development of an unspoken, yet complicated relationship, you're naivety of his instability would come to threaten you're life. As to you, he was a man of a situation-ship of sorts - casual, unresolved in what you two actually were. But to him - you were much more than a fling, more than something casual. You were already his, whether you knew it or not. ---

Y/N was normal, and so was her life. She didn't have dead, rich abusive parents or any magical powers of any sort, and she wasn't secretly the 'chosen one'. She was simply a girl who happened to fancy Black Butler. But it still came as a massive shock to her when she opened her eyes to find herself laying in a back alley of London in the year 1888, Jack the Ripper actively tearing up prostitutes in Whitechapel. With demons, reapers and the pesky Double Charles on the loose, Y/N struggles to adapt to her new life in Black Butler. Hell, she struggles to just KEEP her life much less manage it. Read along as Y/N discovers there's much more to her new friends (and enemies) than what she remembers from flipping through her manga. Waring: mentions of prostitution, violence, blood, death, rape, strong language, mugging, various weaponry and degradation through name calling. There will be warning issued before chapters but most of the triggers mentioned above are important to the story however the reader is NEVER subjected to watch or experience rape though they discover many attempts against other women. I do not own Black Butler's characters/story line or any other books/movies/shows etc mentioned/referenced in this fic!

High school is a jungle full of prey and predators. And Benjamin, unfortunately, is the lowest amongst prey. After being isolated in school to get picked on for years, Benjamin is desperate to at least have one friend who can make high school somewhat tolerable. And so what does one do in a desperate situation? Benjamin summons the devil to make a deal. With the great nobles of hell and the seven deadly sins claiming to be his best friends, angels coming down for divine punishment, and the devil himself putting Benjamin on a high pedestal as his most favorite playmate; Benjamin can only hope he'll be able to survive through high school now. [DISCONTINUED] [RANKINGS] - #1 in SINS #1 in DEVIL

Everyone has heard of the exquisite tales from Greek mythologies and whether they tell of legendary heroes or wicked villains. Sometimes, passing down those stories through each generation can get warped, so who knows if they were ever truly real? From nigh-omnipotent gods to devilish monsters, and to saving corrupted titans and receiving blasphemous affections in return; Elias is about to learn a whole different set of revelations for himself if he wants to return back home and escape from these ancient beings. [RANKINGS] - #1 in OBSESSION #1 in GREEKMYTHOLOGY #1 in SOULMATE #1 in WICKED #1 in REVERSEHAREM #1 in TITAN #1 in MONSTERS

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨." "𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺, 𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨." "𝘐'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦," "𝘖𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵." "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨." ━━━ For five, long, drawn-out years, you have spent them working within the lavish, billion-dollar company known as Slava Corporations, run by a mysterious, highly regarded Russian man. Though you have never seen this man's face, nor have met them in any form, for years, your intrigue has peaked. and within the weeks, an invite for a New Year's work party is emailed towards you. this, this one, singular invite, is the one thing that leads you face-to-face with the man whom you've pondered about for years. and he did not disappoint. ━━━

Wrapped around his little finger, an intense desire to pursue, along with dashing good looks and a wealthy load of fortune; these aristocratic and uber-powerful young boys have a strong urge to help a fellow classmate of theirs who just arrived. Unfortunately for the new student, Kingston Academy is not for the faint of heart. [RANKINGS] - #1 in BL #1 in BXB #1 in BEASTMAN #1 in DEMON #1 in ABILITIES #1 in OBSESSION #1 in YANDERE #1 in WICKED

Welcome back to the madness and insanity that is the life of Y/N L/N. This book is the second in a series titled: The Queen's Lion in which young Y/N finds herself in the world of her favorite manga: Black Butler. It is necessary to read the first book before reading this one. I wrote both so The Queen's Lion is easy to find on my profile. This second book begins right where the first left off: The Circus Arc. Y/N, otherwise known as The Queen's Lion, must accompany Ciel Phantomhive and his butler Sebastian as they look into a number of disappearances linked to the Noah's Ark Circus. With Sebastian's killer instincts and Y/N's new-found powers, Ciel is at the advantage against the devious and mischievous circus performers. But what will happen when a few Reapers enter the mix? Why does it seem as if the Undertaker is closer to Y/N than he should be? And why does Charles Grey seem to have it out for Y/N and Sebastian? Anything could be a possibility at this point, even Y/N finally making her confession. But it looks like Agni and the Undertaker aren't the only ones after her heart. Grelle Sutcliff too enjoys watching the Lady flush bright, rosy, red! Warning: Mentions of canon typical violence, blood, death, rape, strong language, mugging, various weaponry and degradation through name calling. There will be warning issued before chapters but most of the triggers mentioned above are important to the story however the reader is NEVER subjected to watch or experience rape though they discover many attempts against other women. I do not own Black Butler's characters/story line or any other books/movies/shows etc mentioned/referenced in this fic!

(As this is an older story of mine, the literacy and grammar within this story is not as polished or skilled as what's recent within my works!) --- "𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" "𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?" "𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯," "𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰, 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥." "𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭." "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦." --- As a new nurse at the Psychiatric Ward, one of your assigned patients is Stanislav Dostoevsky. A Russian man with a thick accent, an unkempt appearance and a dark demeanour lingers around him, in a greater contrast to the other patients. It wasn't the silence and distance he held from others within the Psychiatric Ward that was terrifying, it was the intensity of his gaze, the way the glow of the sterile tiles and walls reflected against the whites of his eyes, and just how much he's been observing. --- (This is based on a C.ai Bot I created and its storyline! The characters and storyline were all created by me! The C.ai bot link will be in the author's note within the first chapter along with detailed warnings and such!) ---

"𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺? 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘰' '𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯', 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭' 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦." "𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵." "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴." --- They would ooze rumours of both you're name, placed with the utterly specific adjectives, 'deranged', 'psychotic', and simply 'sick'. That was what you were known for, context or not. It was a simple way of living. Within the red-dirt town of Sandrange, with little entertainment and a harbour of saloon-goers in need of any form of amusement, this made you a target whether you liked it or not. Although, not unfamiliar with the wording, it's both the eyes of their burning scowls and the words that spit like fire from their tongue's that become something you can never get used to. So, you never left home. Cacooned in your home for weeks to months on end, all to hide from the town and the prejudice they willingly held, this torturous routine had only been broken by the two knocks on my door, and the call of the Sheriff requesting to come inside. ---