Du Fen may be a Ger, but that doesn't mean he has to roll over for any man. No way! He has worked too hard up until now to be seen as a "real man" to throw it all away just because his father arranges his marriage... Even if that man is the Emperor himself! The Emperor never asked for a bride, let alone a male one. If his father's wishes were not set down in writing and he didn't value that family so, he would not have agreed to such a thing at all. But you know, now that he's met the young master.... It would be a shame not to eat such a tempting morsel.

When Fated Mates meet for the first time, sparks fly and love blooms into an everlasting bond. At least, that's how it goes in most cases. In Theo's case, his world was turned upside down, agony clawing at his heart and wolf turning feral when his would-be mate stated the simple fact Theo had heard for his entire life. The young Omega was not, and would never be, good enough. Presented with the knowledge that his pack despised him, his parents neglected him and his mate was disgusted by him, there was only one option left for Theo, one thing that would make everyone around him happy. To be Smothered.

Lake doesn't like parties, he especially doesn't like getting drunk by drinking the alcoholic punch on accident, and he really doesn't enjoy following his friends to go trick or treating and somehow finding himself lost and alone in a graveyard. There is a tall figure sitting calmly on a large gravestone, so dark he appears as a silhouette, his tapered cloak moving in the wind as though suspended in water. Lake walks up to him, made of curiosity, bravery and booze. The tall man stands to tower over him, in his left hand a scythe is raised and the blade glints in the moonlight, darkness reaching out from him like a thick fog. Cold red eyes pin Lake down. "Who disturbs this halfway realm of death? Who dares to approach the harbinger..." But the little human in front of him seems unafraid. His large blue eyes squint as he reaches through the black fog and presses his hand on his chest. "Wow, that's really cool, how do you do that?"

Accidentally becoming a sugar baby is the second best thing Ardyn's ever done. - this story was deleted by wattpad at 1M views 3/19/24

Virion Kethlana was never meant to rule. Never mind that he was the first prince or that he trained for the role; it was not in his cards, at least not within this lifetime. But when a Great Assembly is called by the dragons of Colony, Virion must put aside his company of riches of splendour and attend on behalf of his faction. It would be a simple expedition, boring but simple... if not for the storm. Forced to land on the isle of a lone dragon, Virion must contend with the company of his new, disgruntled companion until the storm passes, that is, if he does not kill the annoying beast first. He calls himself Zirkhlon. Virion has never known another so rude or infuriating, nor one so disrespectful of his station. He loathes him for it, but when fires begin to stir, and neither knows how to quell the flames, well... stranger things have happened in Ythene's realm. But the storm will not last forever, and what will the pair do when the skies clear and new truths are revealed with it?

**A/N-This story is anonymous request for Nosebleed Central. Seeing that I fail espically to write a simple one shot, here is yet another product of my efforts. I hope you enjoy it xoxo, Dianna** Let's just say never play a game of truth or dare unless you truly intend on being daring. Read on to see what happens to Stuart, the youngest son of the Skull Masters Motorcycle Club's President is goaded into a situation beyond his control by his older sibling, Aaron. See what happens when a dare takes on a life of it's own in a totally unexpected way.

New arrivals and additions to the pack weren't uncommon at all. As the Alpha's son, Brandon had seen plenty of rogues, humans and wolves file for sanctuary in the hopes of becoming part of his fathers pack. Normally, those new arrivals would be introduced to the pack and allowed to mingle, to find their own place to settle down. Yet when Brandon's father accepted a human to join them, it was kept secluded and sheltered, hidden from the pack. The only ones who were allowed to interact with the human, were the Alpha and Brandon himself. It made the Alpha's son question what exactly was so special about this one human.

19-year-old Ryker had finally done it for better or worse. Broken away from his abusive father. Taking a job at Wilmoria's Café, he hoped for a quiet new beginning- somewhere he could rebuild his life, focus on trying to graduate high school, and rediscover a sense of safety. But his plan for solitude is quickly upended when he meets Mickey- Micah Jackson- a warm yet complex, rough around the edges 22-year-old baker and recent college grad who's been at the café for years... but seems to be involved in a whole lot more than just a café, judging by the track bike he rides, the money he always has on him, and the mysterious company he keeps. As Ryker learns the rhythms of his new life- the smell of vanilla treats, fresh bread, and coffee beans; the hum of the espresso machine and the soft laughter of coworkers... Mickey becomes his unexpected constant. What begins as mutual hatred between them both slowly deepens into something Ryker never thought he could have: trust, affection, and love. But healing isn't simple. Between confronting his past, his mistakes, and learning to open his heart to a guy with far too many layers to be just a baker, Ryker must decide whether he can truly believe in a future where he's safe, seen, and genuinely loved for who he is, all while he discovers who exactly he is. Perhaps who he wants to be. - "Broken Hearts Café" is a hilarious yet ultimately tender story about rebuilding after trauma, finding family in unexpected places- a café, a biker club- as well as the courage it takes to love again after getting it so utterly wrong the first time. [MATURE 18+] - Explicit chapters have warnings at the beginning Spin-off to It All Started With A Kiss (This book can be read as a standalone.)

When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, various degrees of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spilling below the floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be a standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead-looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More importantly, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.