[Completed. Words: 33.082] Living in a boarding school for young adults with powers that still need to be controlled isn't easy. Being the clumsiest boy around doesn't exactly help. Nor does falling in love with someone who likes to taunt the people everyone else is afraid of. Against all odds, Fox and Kris are drawn like magnets towards each other. Not giving a shit about everyone else's opinions, they find a love nobody can ever extinguish. Or can they? Having enemies turns out to be much, much more devastating when you love someone.

When Asher shows up late on his first day as a castle servant, he learns that the prince and staff are now under a curse that can only be lifted if his new boss finds someone to marry. Desperate to keep his job, he offers to help find a suitable wife and begins bringing women back to the castle. Yet, the more he gets to know the arrogant prince, the harder it is to keep his promise. This is a BL twist on "Beauty And The Beast". Story Length: [92,000 Words] Top Ratings: #1 in Haunted #1 in spell #1 in Beast #1 in Humor Rated Mature for sexual scenes, violence and language. Warning for this being an unedited rough draft.

Winter only wanted one thing, and that was to be free from the curse that was locked within him. Hoping to be cured by what the people called the 'Plague Doctor,' Winter does everything he can to serve him in exchange for his services. But as Winter continues to stay in his Hell House longer, he realizes that he needs more than just medicine to cure himself from the horrors that his new master will force him to swallow. MATURE [18+] [ONLY FOR THE WICKED]

When a deadly plague spreads like wildfire, 17-year-old Bren Watts is trapped at Ground Zero of a global pandemic. ---- Bren and his classmates are stranded in New York City, now filled with thousands of murderous infected and desperate survivors. Forced into an unlikely alliance with his school bully and former friend, Logan Hardy, the two boys must find a way back home, traversing through the ravaged landscape of the United States. With their odds stacked against them, Bren has no choice but to use the skills taught by his ex-Navy SEALs father to fight and survive. But the path ahead is bloodied and broken, and if he wants to reunite with his family, Bren must tap into his darkest heart for not only the infected are capable of hatred and violence. The Bren Watts Diaries tells a dark and gritty account of the end, all narrated in the survivor's own voice as a first-hand witness to humanity's end. The story will cover the first year of the Apocalypse, depicting the beginnings of the disease, society's war against the pandemic, and the eventual collapse of civilization. [[Current word count: 450,000 - 500,000 words]] ----- The series portrays an LGBTQ+ protagonist and numerous other characters. Violence, like any medium of zombie stories, is described in detail.

Richard was supposed to represent the Verhan Empire at the Allied Conference. He was supposed to discuss trading routes and perhaps the prospects of marriage, but instead he found himself alone from an aftermath of a storm, stranded on driftwood, with a dangerous creature intent on killing him.

Jasper Whalen wasn't looking for love. Sure, he had a few relationships here and there, but they had all been with girls, and for him that didn't count. He didn't think he'd ever fall in love, and he had begun to accept that. So imagine his surprise when he meets Gale Woods, a mute street violinist. Gale was everything he was not. Shy, hesitant, and sweet. Jasper wants to know Gale, but it's hard to when all Gale will do is push him away. For Jasper, it was love at first sight. For Gale, it was another risk. And Gale isn't a risk taker. After what happened in his past, Gale is reluctant to love someone. Gale struggles to fight his rising feelings for Jasper and move forward, but it becomes harder when important people from his past return, threatening the happiness he finally found. Gale doesn't want Jasper to know the truth about him, but sometimes you need to just speak up. But that's something that's very hard to do, especially when you can't speak at all.

I disregard the stares that follow me toward that cottage on the edge of the village, their judging eyes boring into my back, my legs shaking harder with every step I take and the more whispers I hear on the wind. My knees threatening to buckle and take me down to the level they think I should be. Was I really stupid for coming back here? Maybe-but I could not ignore their call for me. I could not overlook their need of me in this time. I never belonged until they took my mother and I in, kept her safe in their pack even after my shame and for that I would always come when they call. This is too much to ask of me. They know it. I know it. Yet I've come. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Important My books are written explicitly for a MATURE AUDIENCE 18 YEARS AND OLDER. There will be some instances/scenes/suggestions of sexual acts, crude language and will portray gay relationships between males. If you do not enjoy stories of this nature please leave now. I will not condone/defend/accept any sort of attacks on my stories, my characters or myself. It is well within your right to choose what type of entertainment you prefer but I will not be blamed for your curiosity. Read at your own risk. ******************************************************

"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me. "Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure. "With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his. Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered. As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath. Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree. Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell. I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood! He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...

BOOK TWO On the outside, Julian Douglas has everything: college athlete, good grades, friends who think he's unstoppable. But inside, he's unraveling. And the one person who ever made him feel whole-the boy he loved and lost-is the one person he can't let go of. Paul Jones is brilliant, beautiful, and broken. His art reaches millions, but behind the screens and gallery walls, he's drowning in silence, addiction, and a love that still lingers. When Julian and Paul collide again, old wounds resurface, old habits threaten to consume them, and both must decide if love is enough to heal what life has shattered. Heartbreaking, intimate, and unflinching, Alone explores the raw edges of mental illness, addiction, and the desperate, dangerous hope of holding onto someone who feels like home. : : : "I'm your boyfriend, Jules." He looked so sad then, so completely vulnerable and it was my fault. It was all my fault and I didn't notice until it was too late. "Do you forget that?" Maybe I did. Maybe I thought ignoring him would stop these feelings from surfacing, that missing him wouldn't take over if I never thought of him. And Paul had sighed, his hands coming up to wipe the few tears that hadn't fallen. His cheeks were flushed, he'd done enough crying for the day, and his hair was all over the place from his frustrated tugging. We'd both looked rough but seeing him just as a mess as I was... it made my heart hurt. So did his next words and I knew he'd already given up. "Do you wanna be with me or do you just not wanna be alone?"