*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*

June Dixon was just doing her best to survive the end of the world, following her brothers lead and keeping her head down. What she wasn't expecting was for a green eyed hunter to join the group and challenge everything she thought she knew. Side Note: Daryl is bisexual in this story. If that's not your jam, please skip. [I WILL BE GOING BACK OVER THE STORY AND EDITING ANY MISTAKES. NO MAJOR CHANGES WILL BE DONE. THIS IS NOT AN OVERHAUL, JUST A FIX] MATURE THEMES, POSSIBLE TRIGGERING CONTENT **I do not own the walking dead or any of it's characters. I also do not own Supernatural or any of the characters. Only thing mine is June and my undying love for Dean and Daryl**

Supernatural Soulmate AU - Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Dean Winchester had always been sceptical about love. A happily ever after simply did not fit in a hunter's lifestyle. Dean had lost enough people to know that. Sam still hoped to leave the life one day and start a family of his own, but Dean had always known that he would die gun in hand on the battlefield. For Dean, there would be no happy ending. That he was sure of. Finding out he has a soulmate was not going to change that. But meeting her might... ~~~ Follow the story of Dean Winchester and his soulmate, (Y/N)(Y/L/N), as they fall in love and face the challenges of the world together! This story is not set in a specific season, nor does it follow all of the show's events. This will be a story of my own that centres around you (the lovely reader) and Dean Winchester! Of course, some of the other characters that we know and love will be included in the story as well! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you'll enjoy the story! Highest rankings: nr. 1 in #deanwinchester nr. 1 in #samwinchester nr. 1 in #castiel nr. 1 in #supernatural nr. 5 in #soulmate nr. 2 in #readerinsert (All Rights Reserved)

You've been there for Sam and Dean through every hunt. You're relationship with Sam was nothing more than a friendship, til one day and that all changed.

A girl in love with Sam Winchester sells her soul to save his life. Later she returns as Crowley's Queen, and chaos reigns as Sam and Dean try to save her.

"I need you to stop looking at me like that, Miss Daniels." The young woman's blood red lips were still parted as she spoke, her knuckles as white as ash as she gripped the edge of the table. The contractor smirked, knowing the affect she had on the woman that stood vertical from her as she packed her tools away. "I can't help it. If only I could tell you the things that run through my mind every single time I see you." "Tell me, then." Trigger warning; smùt, sexual abuse, Intersex, polygamy!!

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Steve moves to the suburbs, planning to start a family. He starts an affair with the housekeeper, instead. Or; The Other Woman/Sugar Baby fic no one asked for but me.

Chased by a troubled past and big dreams for her future, Muna Johnson has travelled across the country to take up a new promotion as the Personal Assistant to the CEO of 'Starlight Industries'. Muna is quick to find out that the CEO is not exactly what she had expected. Join Muna on this thrilling journey of self discovery, healing and adventure. Most importantly, finding love in the most unusual of places... All Rights Reserved. 2020 ------ #1 gxglesbianlgbt (July 2020) #3 girlxgirl (July 2020) #2 lesbian (August 2020) #2 womanxwoman (August 2020) Cover designed by Frances Louise De Ramos