What happens when you throw in a teenager and a man. Not just any teenager, but Rué. Yes crazy, sarcastic, funny, silly, and any other unique word to describe him. And, not just any man but Lucifer. Yes you've read right, Lucifer the devil himself. To put it bluntly he's-a devil of a man. Mix them together and you get one HELL of a story! ...Get it...one HELL of a story! { Okay this story was made at random, just because I couldn't find many devil bxm. So I took it upon myself to make a funny not serious bxm story about the devil and a man-child lol. So I hope you like it☺️}

There are some dreams that you wish were reality and some pieces of reality you desperately wish to be a dream. But we cannot undo the things that have been done. They can sometimes be fixed, changed and even forgotten. But then there are some things that cannot be fixed. That cannot be changed. And most certainly should never be forgotten.

Stealing, lying and running away is all that Gunner knows. Gunner has been a thief since he was old enough to walk, and strangely enough he loves every part of it. He knows it's wrong to steal, but it's the only thing that has kept him on his feet and alive all these years. He doesn't have a choice. On one of his trips he decides to take a detour, and instead of meeting the police he runs into a trio of tigers. There is a big problem though - Gunner hates animals - and he hates trouble even more. "No one is so brave that he is not disturbed by something unexpected." - Julius Caesar. Book #1 of the Blood-arc Series. ---------------------------- Three's a lucky number, So be thankful if you ever run into it. One may be an accident. Two may be a coincidence. But three was meant to happen. Don't deny that you feel that too, that thread of destiny that flows between you. If you don't believe it, run away And hide inside your shelter of doubt. Even if you can hide for a short while, You won't be able to stay inside that nest of fear forever. -------------------------- © SpidersandTea 2014

Like any other teenager, I wanted a damn break from school. Well, a murder on campus gave me that break. Sadly (for me, mostly) the murder had to do with my new... "friend": a homicidal, obsessive, cunning, and possessive stalker with an irritating sense of humor. How did I stumble onto the stalker of all stalkers? no. damn. clue. What I do know is that they text me obsessively, kill people around me, and threaten my friends and family if I throw away my phone or tell the cops. Well, they cover the categories of insane, murderous, and annoying, so I'm already screwed. But that doesn't mean I'm going down without a fight.