Smile. Pose. Laugh. Twirl. Say this. Do that. Reshoot. Double take. Edit. Cut. Splice. Post. Over. And over. And over. I am a doll. A puppet. Pull my strings and watch me dance. I have no say. No emotions. No thoughts of my own. I'm at their whims. The beck and call of the viewers. And she, their willing director. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #6 in "Bonded"

Alone. Naked. Cold. Covered in blood that is just as likely to be mine as someone else's. I don't know who I am, where I am, or what I'm running from. All I get are flashes, snippets of dark shadows, sneering faces. Pain always follows these nightmares, these memories. I was found, taken in, but I have no way of knowing if I only escaped the frying pan just to jump into the fire. I don't understand these people, these wolves. They don't understand me, either. Our words mean nothing to each other, they're no more than sounds. We use gestures, facial expressions, body language like the beasts we seem to be. I can only pray these beasts are not the same ones I'm running from. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion-

I have been on display for the humans as long as I can remember. I'm nothing but a trained seal, a show pony. Something to "ooh" and "ahh" at by young and old their hands and faces pressed against the glass of my prison. I follow every order. I obey every command. I have to, though I resent his control over my life with every fiber of my being. If I disobey, if I become too much of a problem, he may give me exactly what I wish for. He may let me return. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #5 in "Mermaid" #17 in "Sirens"

I was made to serve him. I was made to heed his every beck and call. I was dutiful, obedient, proud of my servitude regardless of what the others thought of me. He was powerful, and he made me powerful, too. It was honorable to be his right hand, to be able to execute his orders to perfection. I thought I had done well in this position. Had anyone asked I would have sworn I exceeded all expectations and fulfilled every request without hesitation or error. I had become an expert in anticipation, of knowing my Master better than I knew myself. So why did he give me away? How could he cast me aside so easily? Was I really so replaceable, so meaningless? He had made me for himself, hadn't he? What other purpose could I possibly have? How was I meant to serve him by serving someone else? -This story has mature themes and depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore, etc. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #2 in "Servitude"

Servants are to be neither seen, nor heard. The only evidence of them existing is the disappearance of all things filthy and unclean and the subsequent reappearance of order and sterility. Dirty dishes vanish from the table to be replaced by the finest desserts. Laundry goes missing only to appear spotless in the drawers the next day. Dust seems to evaporate from every surface regardless of when it has last been touched. Jasper has lived his entire life in the shadows, having mastered the art of moving silently and completing tasks before anyone notices they need doing. Despite the hustle and bustle of castle life, his presence remains blissfully unnoticed. He doesn't mind, though. That is how it is supposed to be. However, one castle event too many upends his entire existence and he is thrust into the spotlight, his life's story laid bare for all to see. A/N: This shifter universe is a bit different than and is not connected to the Stray universe. It is intended to be treated as an independent standalone. Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #1 in "Wereleopard" #1 in "Leopard" #1 in "Lion" #4 in "Werelion" #6 in "Shifter" #7 in "Midieval" #8 in "Servant" #17 in "Castle" #17 in "MxM"

Book 3 in Stray Series. I don't know what happened to me that night. I don't know how I, whatever I was now, came to be. Everybody who was there claims to have no knowledge of what really transpired, urging me to remain silent and secretive. I know they're lying to me, but I don't know why. I'm different from those around me, able to do and see and know things that they cannot. I seem to have a knack for being in the right place at the right time, of knowing what to do or say to fix the problem and help those around me. So why do I still feel so alone? Why do I feel so out of place? Why do I feel so hollow and empty? I can never seem to fill the ache in my chest regardless of what I do. I seem capable of helping everyone but myself. I searched, researched, scoured every source and talked with every knowledgeable creature I could find. But even still, no one knew how or why or what I am. Until I found him. -This story has depictions of violence, SA, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #5 in "Sparrow"