Levi Ackerman has been a singer for as long as he can remember. Eren Jaegar is a student at Rose University. Eren has heard some of Levi's music and he personally loves his music now. One day when Eren is at one of Levi's concerts, a mishap happens and almost kills Levi. Luckily, Eren notices that this is gonna happen before hand so he actually saves Levi from being hurt in any way. It's not anything big enough to kill him but he still ends up in the hospital. Levi is eternally grateful to Eren for saving his life so he wants to hang out and really get to know Eren more. The closer Levi gets to Eren, the more Levi realizes that Eren is actually a great guy and he's not one of those fans who just care about his voice and his autograph. He then knows that he may just even love him. Modern AU. This is my first fanfic so bear with me. I'm actually a really bad updater and this story will be going on for a while. Highest Ranking - #51 in ereri tag Warning: Bad language, and some sensitive topics, smut maybe. Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Attack On Titan, the great Hajime Isayama created them. Another Disclaimer: This is a slow processing fanfic, Eren and Levi do not meet till Chapter 18. •••Credit to artist for cover work•••

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.

"Good, you're early. Perfect. Come with me." From the tour Don gave me yesterday I knew he was taking me to the kitchen. I guess I'm about to find out why. "Make me that wicked cup of coffee you spoke about." God, his accent. "As you wish, sir," I said with a mock British accent. "And what flavor do you prefer?" I asked, looking at the variety of International Delight creamers. "Pick the one you like." His voice was smooth and soft as he said that. I couldn't stop myself from smiling or turning around to look at him. He had his butt resting against the counter. He had his arms crossed over his chest and one foot over the other as he watched me. I felt my breathing pick up at how sexy he looked. My God. He wore high water pants, this time green, and boat shoes instead of loafers. Someway somehow he managed to pull off a leather jacket with that outfit. I don't know much about fashion but I would not even dare to put those two together. I could tell he had really broad shoulders. An image flashed through my mind. I had my hands underneath his arms and my fingernails digging into his shoulder as he backed me up against a wall and wrap my legs around his waist, fucking me hard against the wall. Jesus Christ, I hope Tommy doesn't ask me about him again because he's going to be very pissed if I tell him I imagined my boss banging me against the wall.

"But you can call me master my pretty little angel." Angel is only nineteen years old. He's studying law and is a really good writer. He doesn't drink or smoke. Angel not a really sexually guy... In fact he's still a virgin, but something really soon might change that. Mason, 25 years old, owns his own business and is highly appreciated. Never has he been the one to chase after what or who he wants, he always have them chasing after him. But that all changes when he meets Angel and only God knows what he'll do to get him as his to submissive.

"Your name is Kenneth Kentucky and you work at McDonalds?" I glared at him, "Would you like Fries with that?" He began laughing hysterically and I sighed impatiently, waiting for him to stop. Suddenly, he stopped and then, putting both his hands on the counter, staring right into my eyes, he whispered, "I'd like Fries with you." My eyes widened as it slowly registered that Golden Boy McHarden had just openly flirted with me.

WATTPAD FEATURED STORY Daniel Evans is trying not to let his crush on Jonah Clarke get in the way of their new found friendship, because Jonah Clarke is definitely not gay. Placed third in the Valentine's Day Contest hosted by @taygetsthegay

My books are written explicitly for a MATURE AUDIENCE. There will be some instances/scenes/suggestions of sexual acts and will portray gay relationships between males AND will make allusion of an incestuous relationship between brothers. 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. ********************************************* Antonio Gage March is mourning the loss of his father and the end of his one year relationship with his boyfriend after finding him in bed with another man. He can't do anything about his father because the man is dead, the man who's been his best friend, his hero is gone forever and there is nothing, absolutely nothing he could do to bring him back. What hurts too is that he can't hate Terry for cheating on him because the way Terry looks at the boy, Gage wishes a man would look at him like that. Gage is desperate to feel anything other than pain. ********** Lexus Jenner is tired of his mother forcing her dreams for him down his throat. The life she wants him to live, a job she wants him to take not once asking him if he wants any of it for himself. When an opportunity at finding out who his father was comes at him he jumps at it, never mind the man was already dead and buried. *********** A chance encounter between Gage and Lexus leaves both men wondering, believing in love at first sight. Everything seemed to be going in their favor, never mind that they've only known each other for a day and a night. That is until Gage's mother drops some news on them that had both men loathing themselves, but can't seem to regret loving each each other. *************************************************************************************************************************************** Copyright © 2016 by @notbackingdown

B O O K 1 in the Nine Princes of Hell Series. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alexios the eldest son of Lucifer is granted one human lifetime every one thousand years to find his mate. For millennia he has searched but to no avail. He is once again searching in the year 2015 when he wanders into a convent and meets Caleb Stockholm an orphan left on the doorstep of the church since birth. Finally Alexios is complete. Caleb Stockholm is a sarcastic asshole and he embraces his assholeness with open arms. Caleb then meets Alexios. He is drawn to the hot strange man with the weird accent. It's as if they were meant to be together. Join Alexios and Caleb on their journey through torture in the name of the Lord and finding love even in the afterlife.

Thomas is not very excited about this school year, his second teaching at this school. The principal who hired and mentored him has retired and he has no idea who will replace her. At the first staff meeting, Thomas is surprised by the presence of a handsome stranger. As it turns out, he's the new principal. Thomas forms a relationship with Joel, but soon talk amongst the school and bad decisions threaten to ruin everything. But Joel won't give up without a fight and Thomas knows it's only a matter of time before he gives in.