(This is a short story, so I apologize for the shortness of it.) Meet Rabbit, he's 16 years old and looks like a girl. He hasn't had the most happy life, and he's got some trust issues. Apart from his abusive family, he's got to deal with men trying to get in his pants because of mistaken gender. Not to mention having to fend off animals that are drawn to him 24/7 and his unusual bad luck. Now throw in a random house change and some freaky magic, what exactly is going on?

Since moving to a new planet the humans have become pets to the higher beings they call Sephrimes. Ceilo, born into this way of life, has been a pet since he was taken from his father at age seven. Abused and emotionally damaged by his past owners, what happens when his new one turns out to be the total opposite. I suck at descriptions. Unedited// slow updates

Tomorrow liked solitude. Then a naked lunatic arrived and demanded pants. Things went downhill from there.

When Ray found himself naked and laying in a bed of straw he knew something bad had happened, but he didn't know half of it. Alone, in the dark, with no idea where he was or how he got there, Ray feared the worst. Except he wasn't alone, and maybe the worst wasn't so bad. Tall, dark, handsome, the stranger trapped with Ray said he was an undercover cop. Ray believed him, even when Greg said that in order to get out they needed to have sex. Though Ray didn't typically offer up his ass to anyone, Greg was sincere, kind, and compassionate, and hot. Ray couldn't forget hot, but when Ray was let go, Greg wasn't with him, and the cops said Greg wasn't a cop after all. An m/m erotic short story with a HEA and no cliff hanger.

Detective Ranizifel "Rane" Hyde is a demon in a world where demons are owned by devils. Abandoned at a catholic children's home for non-human citizens, Rane's unclaimed status remained secret. The nuns hid his species from the outside world, disgusted by him. Shame, guilt, and the morality of humankind was pressed onto him and used as tools to mold him into an anxious mess hung up on 'goodness'. With a pathetic excuse of a conscience and an inability to feel key emotions, Rane dedicates his time to solving crimes. When a new case ends up partnering him with a divine half-angel FBI Agent named Lukys, Rane starts to wonder if maybe he's found someone who will finally help him be truly good. Azmael is a devil that's too powerful to need anyone. Him? Need a demon? No. Such things are for weaker devils who use the strength within the bond to jostle for status and power. Azmael knows about the human cult that's stirring up the police and the FBI, and he knows which devil is behind it. He could help the two officers who come to his nightclub demanding answers... but he is much more interested in holding that information and using it to lure Rane deeper into his clutches. Azmael has never seen such a repressed, confused, and lost demon in his life. Rane is deliciously tormented by his "shortcomings", not realizing that he's better than those worthless humans he aspires to be like. And that FBI nephilim trash trying to "purify" and "save" him? Azmael wants to rip his heart out. Rane is perfect the way he is, and Azmael decides he will drag Rane into the darkness of their world and claim him, body and soul. Azmael will ruin him, and he'll make sure Rane enjoys every filthy second of it, until his precious demon is reveling in the truth of who he really is.