Pining, jealous Alastor. Spoiled rotten Angel. What started as just another job becomes something much less familiar. Rated 18+ for Chapter 6 onward | Plagued by affection for Angel and jealousy toward his 'clients,' Alastor comes up with a plan to keep Angel from having to work the streets. He didn't intend to become Angel's sugar daddy...but he has to admit, the position does come with certain benefits that are too sweet to give up. The question is whether Angel will ever be able to let go of his past and allow their relationship to evolve from a business transaction into something more genuine. And even if he wants to, will his past let go of him? (Beautiful cover art by the lovely s3tok41b4 on Twitter)

I'm sure you've heard of the common legend; The Red Thread of Marriage. The mythical East Asian folk tale that two people are destined lovers, regardless of place, time, or circumstances. This magical cord may stretch, bend, or tangle, but never break. And that's true, the invisible string the mortals called fate, that bound 2 or more souls together, could never be broken. No matter how much magical power you have, not even if you're a Goddess of Love that made the connection. It'll never be broken. The legend was a well common myth in ancient times. It held everyone on their toes, wanting to find their soul mate. But now, in the modern world, almost no one believes it. However, when two demons are pulled together by a said string... everyone they once knew will shift together. I'll tell you the tail of this Red String of Death. The last red string to ever tie itself around two pinkies. ♥DISCLAIMER♥ (っ◔◡◔)っ I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS!! IN THE INTRO, I DO NOT OWN THE SONG!! THERE ARE A FEW SCENES THAT ARE NOT MINE AND ARE FROM COMICS MADE BY AMAZING ARTISTS!!! IF YOU KNOW WHO THE ARTISTS, FEEL FREE TO SAY WHO THEY ARE, AS I NEED TO FIND AND CREDIT THEM TOO!!! THANK YOU!

Their kiss continued, brutal and hot. Aziraphale suddenly remembered how his arms worked circled them around the demon's waist pulling him closer. Crowley broke off the kiss with a sharp inhale and moved his head to rest against the angel's. "Tell me to leave, angel." Raw need vibrated through the demon's voice. He pressed his forehead against Aziraphale's. His hands trembled as they cradled the angel's face. He took another ragged breath. "You don't want to do this! You don't want this from me!" Now it was Aziraphale's turn to take a inhale deeply. Their mouths were so close that their breath mingled. He could feel heat from the demon, from their pressed foreheads, down his chest, to his groin. He drained away the minor alcohol in his system and let cold, hard clarity wash over him. This was...dangerous. This was wild and thoughtless. Hedonistic. This should stop. That would be for the best. Safe. Sane. Responsible. "No" Aziraphale's voice ghosted the word. Then bolder, louder, steadier "Stay, please. I want this." He clasped his hands against the demon's and tipped his head back to meet Crowley's eyes. "I want you."

On a secluded stretch of private shore, Astraea, a wealthy and possessive dragoness, discovers Kaelen, the last surviving prince of a fallen underwater kingdom. Badly wounded and unconscious, he is carried into her mansion and nursed back to life under her vigilant care. But while Astraea grows increasingly attached to the fragile merman she saved, her daughter Sal warns him of the dangerous pattern she has seen before-Astraea's love always twists into possession. Caught between the gentleness of his rescuer and the cautionary truths of her daughter, Kaelen must navigate grief, healing, and the uncertain role he now holds as the sole heir of a destroyed realm-all while under the watchful eyes of a dragon who does not let go of what she claims.

One mistake lands Aiden in the world's most secure and loathed prison after he unintentionally murders a wealthy, well-connected wife-beater. Located in an isolated island far away from civilization, this prison is befittingly known as "The Prison from Hell" with a hierarchy and a "king" of its own. It is a prison unlike any other where the inmates rule and the guards stand by idly, and where brute force and influence are the ultimate weapons, the keys to survival. Aiden's horrified at how easy it is to be cornered and raped, and grows ever wary when the infamous gang leader and prison 'King', Schneizel Cross, whose got even the prison guards wrapped around his finger, takes a liking to him and openly confesses to desiring Aiden as his new 'bitch'. And he isn't the only one. Almost everyone in the prison are intrigued by the fiery, outspoken, new inmate. Desperate for protection from Schneizel's relentless advances, whom he has to share a tiny cell with, what can Aiden do to keep himself from getting killed -or worse- in The Prison from Hell, where even your own shadow abandons you in the dark? Copyright © 2021 | All Rights Reserved

"Dont- DON'T TOUCH ME!" His frantic voice rang out through the store. Why now? Why did his heat have to come NOW?! Ryan Neel is a mistake of nature, a male omega. Omegas make up less than 5% of the world's population, and only about 1% of them are born male. Omegas in general are looked down upon as the lowest social class, and have only recently, as far as political timelines go, been given rights as citizens. The collar he wears both labels him and keeps him safe, but it doesn't make life easier. He doesn't need any help. He's perfectly capable of supporting himself, in spite of what he is. Sure, there's not much room for luxuries, but it's an okay life. No time for romance. Well, maybe just a little... Started September 2019