The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

"And who in the hell are you?" "I...I'm y-your q-queen..." ... Or where, a sweet boy Louis is marked to be married off to the prince of his country from the day he was born. Too bad Prince Benjamin wasn't informed that his wife was a male. Stuck in an undesirable and utterly unhappy union, will Louis accept his fate and change the jerk prince for the better? Will King-to-be Benjamin fall for his shy and adorable fiancé? Or will he drive him away? ... Some humour, some angst and romance all around. ... Cover by the lovely @vastheavens

"So you're basically saying that I'm not allowed to love?" "No, you are allowed to love, just not him." My father told me. I got up out my seat and started walking to my room; I was getting tired of this. "What's the difference in someone else?" I argued back. Before I could blink, he punched me square in the jaw. I felt the pain first, then the metallic taste of blood. "Don't you ever talk back to me, Charles." And with that, he left the living room, leaving me there to tend to my own injuries. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Charles McGrow is madly in love with the cliché school jock, Derek Matterwood and is forbidden to. His father -unaware of his Charles' attraction to the same gender- is a huge homophobic person and doesn't approve of such behavior , his mother isn't as bad but rocks the same boat. How is Charles going to keep his secret when all of a sudden, Derek appears in almost half of his classes 11th grade year? And on top of that, he can't let his parents know because he knows how religious they are... How is he going to react to Derek's huge secret? ... Let's see the choices he makes...

Levi wasn't the kind of guy to go around kissing strangers, least of all the insufferable princes these events tended to attract. But something about Prince Charles made him feel a little stupid -- almost stupid enough to believe in love at first sight. ~~~ When Levi, the youngest prince of Arthur Island, is forced by his parents to attend a performative "good relations" ball in their rival country, he can't wait for the night to end. That is, until he meets Prince Charles, the charming heir to the Elizabethan throne. Love is in the air, so palpable they can't seem to escape it no matter how hard they try. As if navigating seventeen-year-old emotions isn't hard enough already, their families drop a bomb that will only make it harder: In the name of permanent peace, Prince Charles is to marry Arthur's youngest royal. No, not Levi. His twin sister, Amelia.