In this book, it is a total universe than that of Earth. Earth is our primary planet, but it isn't run by your usual presidents that display fair laws and equality. No, it's run by a demon god who doesn't care for anything but to abuse his power over the humans and watch them flock about. He has taken over, destroyed the planet for what it was worth and no one has free will. Enter 18-year-old Troy Morelli, a handsome young man with a body of a surfer. He doesn't care that his world is run by demons and is being ruined every minute. No, he lives life to the fullest. He's a playboy at the college that he attends, and he does what he wants and when he wants. He doesn't give a shit about anything. He plays his own game and he loves it. What happens when he pisses off the daughter of the demon god who controls every single microscopic thing on Earth? You would think he would care, but he doesn't give a fuck whose bad side he gets on. Well, isn't he in for it? Enter Maddox Kane, the demon lord of all demons.

Elliot Huxley is tasked to go undercover and find the killer of CEO Adam Delton--the head of the richest family in the country. But as he uncovers the Delton Family's secrets one by one, things turn out to be much more complicated than he thought it would be. *** Undercover Agent Elliot Huxley infiltrates the Delton mansion by pretending to be the bodyguard of the eldest son, Cyrus Delton. His task should be simple--find the killer of Adam Delton and make it out alive. But as Elliot stays in the Delton mansion, he discovers that the "perfect" family isn't as perfect as the public thinks--they are twisted, wicked and secrets run deeper than one can imagine. To be able to solve the case, Elliot must now follow the Delton Family rules: act like a saint, tempt like a slut, talk like a boss and kill like a gentleman. As his feelings tangle up with his task, can Elliot see through the lies and make the right decisions in time? Cover Design by Louise De Ramos

Ray is low on time, luck, and hope; his only chance is an artifact that may not even exist. But upon meeting Landon, Ray is beginning to believe he might find all four. ***** Cambions are doomed to tragedy. They are weak, sickly creatures that rarely live to see their twentieth year. Ray refuses to resign himself to that fate. Upon learning of the Crimson Sheath-an artifact capable of preserving his life-Ray is prepared to fight, steal, and kill to get his hands on it. He is not prepared for Landon. Landon is an orphan with no memories of his parents, the only inheritance left to him a dagger, sleeping in a crimson sheath. Though he has no love of bloodshed and no use for a dagger, Landon isn't about to let Ray take his only link to his forgotten history, even if that means following the cambion past the edge of the world and into the shadow beyond. Content Warnings: Violence, semi-graphic gore, character deaths, profanity, mild drug and alcohol usage, abuse discussed but not shown, and morally-questionable people doing morally-questionable things.

"You tease me too much," I muttered, licking a path up to his ear before nipping at him. "Standing up here at the front of the class, strutting around with your perky ass. And I know you're wearing those goddamn tight panties. I can see the outline of them underneath your pants." To prove my point, I dipped a finger down the back of his pants, tugging at the lace that lay beneath it. Julian moaned lowly, his breath starting to come out in airy pants. He pushed back against my hand and forward against my chest lightly and I complied, moving so he could stare up at me as he gripped my hair between his slender fingers. "What should I do about your teasing, professor?" I drawled before the smaller man smirked. ~ Nolan Daniels loves college. Not for the school part of it, no. He loved everything else: the parties, the freedom, the hook ups, football. He can't think of anything that could change his dislike in learning. That is until a new and incredibly cute professor quite literally falls into his life. ~ ⚠︎ Graphic adult themes, language and a lot of sexual tension. Continue at your own risk. #3 in manxman on 05/19/2020 #11 in depression on 10/08/2019 #188 in boyxboy on 1/26/2018 [ UNDER MAJOR CONSTRUCTION/REWRITES ]

BOOK 1 Angelo is a young, soft and humble guy who just got out of a dramatic melt down with his dad for being gay. He and his father are now closer than ever and back to being the prince he always was. He is a hopeless romantic and finds himself in love with a thug. De'Andre has always been a street nigga with guys and girls chasing after him. He is involved in a lot of mess and tries to just be casual about sex. He meets Angel and falls head over heels for the guy that is his opposite. What happens when opposites attract and fall in love and start a family with three boys? Will De'Andre change or will his thug ways land him up in more drama? Welcome to the journey of a thug that got Touched by an Angel.

Thanatos, the primordial god of death is fed up with life and spends every second loathing his existence, ready to die and pissing off one person at a time. Someone seems to answer his prayers as they are out to seek his life just as he is about to get back a little piece of happiness. Even worse, his family detaches a babysitter for him, which just puts the cherry on the shite cake and sends Thanatos into rebellion.

Rumi lives amidst the cluttered pile of his eclectic father's academic papers, the half-forgotten son of an exhausted Cambridge professor. There is nothing of interest in the town- nothing, that is, until their door is opened to one of his father's undergraduates. Across the span of an impromptu road-trip to track down a missing thesis, Rumi discovers that this student of his father's provides a great deal more than interest to his life. This work contains plentiful mature content. take this as a warning or a selling point.

He looked over at me in the dimness, fingers loose in my grip. "You are hurting me," he said, without interest. He had caked powder on his already pale skin, all of one shade except for points made by a hot pencil. Though it was no longer the mode at court, the new fashion more ostentatious and overdrawn, he still favored it, and as I did. My fingers crept up his wrist. I felt rough punctures, half healed and raw, a scattering of them, and I pulled. Laurent could not resist, weakened by the drawing of his blood. My vocal cords had been severed by the younger one's teeth, and so I could not speak, but I pushed up his sleeve, the luxury of his white linen, and found his arm colored like a polluted river. I touched the bites with my fingertips, ten, fifteen, twenty. "I have felt your judgment already," L whispered, trying to pull his arm back, "I have felt it these now two hundred years. Judgment judgment. Cry not. Is it pity? You are a cold thing, without heart, to judge me for what I do. Prideful toad." His arm muscles worked against my grip beneath his blood bruised skin. "Unhand me. Wretched, lye-broken flesh." After a time, he made a sound like a trapped fox, a dying child's keen, and gave up, lying back on the bed such that his hair fell across my face. My other hand found his neck and stroked him. "You will not know what it feels like, good heart," he said to me, softly, doing me one of his gentle nips of an insult, "for love to change you in an instant." He relaxed under my stroking, and his tone softened. "I only meant to help him die." ** After his untimely death, the story of the vampire "L" comes together. Devotees tell the story from many points of view across history, painting a portrait of a man crushed by great loves, desperation, and the indifferent march of time. featured 3/9/16 complete 8/31/16 Editing, as of 5/11/2018. Log: 0/129 chapters edited. 0 added. Cover by @ferret-bird