1959, a time where classes were set. Preston Cortana, a 25 year old rich spoiled boy who knows nothing but what the upper class has taught him. The boy was one of odd behavior, one who knew only what he thought to be true. A narcissist, possibly a psychopath. But one thing he did know for sure, was that he wanted Roman grant for his own. Being gay was not accepted at this time, but he needed the male. The male was scum, poor and clear about the fact he loved men and women. His brave behavior only interested the rich prissy boy more, causing him to make the poor male an offer any "scum" would be insane to turn down. Love and lust and fear, the theme of this love story.

Castiel Novak, the prize of the town, the core of it. He was rich, he was well known, he was lonely. On a drunken lonely night, he stumbles upon a bar keep, one with the greenest eyes and the pinkest lips he's ever seen. Something brews between the two, in that little bar. A spark, a burst of lust. Castiel's interest in the male only grows, Just enough to make Castiel ask a question that would give Dean the opportunity of a life time, as Castiel calls it. Will Dean take that opportunity? Read and find out.

The deep web, its something filled with murder, secrets and conspiracies. This just so happened to be where Enzo Bianchi's job takes place for viewing. This may seem odd, and trust me, it's more than that. It's filled with gore, screams and tears. He works as the authority in a red room. A red room being a place where torture (murder to be more exact) is being streamed live. When Enzo's newest pet (victim), Lund, enters his life in a way that most of his pet's don't, Enzo finds himself in a dilemma as to wether to keep Lund alive for more reasons than one, or kill him, stream it, all for the money he'll earn. What will he do? Enter the red room and find out.

As much as i, Brent collaway, was picked on in highschool for my looks i was being praised for my looks now. I didn't know why, but i was. I didn't find myself attractive, but girls were flocking to me, and I wasn't interested. I was too shy, and gay. No guys ever talked to me because i couldn't get out a word before i started But then, i met Alex Jones at a modeling gig down in Chicago. He was hot, and buff. He was breaking me out of my shell. He thought i was hot. I was no where near his leauge, he was defined and i just had a baby face. But, some how he brought the confidence out in me. He took an interest in me and everything has turned to chaos , wether it's good or bad.