[A/N] This is a werecat story. Bxb. Gabriel is probably not the sharpest knife in the kitchen but he knows how to make some money in a tough situation. Crime. It's not really a career so much as a lifestyle, his. It had been a long time since he'd seen anyone in any other way then how much money they carried with them or what sort of lash-backs there might be if he robbed them. One night upon walking home from his brothers flat in Halbern he saw a dark figure wander into the alleyway that happened to be a short cut to his place. The only thing he saw was the glint in the dark. He knew he was tall. He knew even looking from afar the man seemed scary, but he still went for it. Why? Because either way, every man had a neck. Oh no, Gabriel, look what you've done. You've awoken the demon of the underworld, Kerberos. Boy you messed with the wrong man.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

WARNING: mature content of boyxboy or better manxman story and actions. The story is R-rated, therefore you know what it means. Thank you for your understanding. Story NOT EDITED. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I shall edit it as soon as possible. Emmett is a broken man, in a blink he had lost everything. His brilliant career in the NBA with a stellar contract, the fame and glory, his family, his fiancée abandoned him when he most needed her, when he most needed an anchor to keep him from sinking to the lowest point. Now Emmett lives on far side of the Atlantic Ocean, in the small, but colourful Dublin. However, his past nightmares keep hunting him, the regret eats his soul day after day. He is alive, but inside he is empty and arid. Then he meets someone, a brat with a natural talent for getting on your nerves. Shane, the young lad of 19yrs old is another broken and abandoned soul. Another wrecked soul who loathes with all his passion self pity and other's commiseration. He told his parents he is gay and hoped they would support him. They kicked him out to a hell hole and now he only lets his anger, acid sarcasm and resentment give him the force to face every single day to help him finally leave that hole. While Shane is openly attracted by the hot and empty eyes Emmett and tries to get under his skin with his provocations, Emmett tries with all his force to deny how intriguing and alluring are Shane's liquid eyes and the strange wicked light they hold in the back. And his smirking and soft lips. Will Emmett sink lower and end eaten by his own regrets or will he find the force and guts to react and win all of his prejudices? Can a broken soul repair another broken soul? Cover by Azer90

"I have no family. I have no past. I have no friends. I have no surname. What is love? I do not know, because love does not exist for me. Not in my world. I have no God nor do I believe in saints and angels." Roman, with the stars tattooed on his knees, has a dark and dangerous life as left hand of one of the biggest mafia bosses operating in Kiev, Ukraine. Enemies and allies easily cross paths and switch lines and life means nothing. Roman's only purpose of life is to work for and protect his boss, taking care of the business of the organization and dealing with dirty jobs. When one of those lines and paths crosses, Roman has to travel to Dublin in Ireland in order to protect his organization. It's his job; therefore he does not question it and follows the order. But there in Dublin his inexistent beliefs crush against something unexpected and tear apart his world, because there he meets an ethereal creature with long and fair blonde hair...an angel. An angel named Enna. Enna has a normal life, exception made for a former lover turning into an aggressive, dangerous and oppressing stalker. Enna is kind, cheerful, beautiful with his dazzling and feminine charm and has a pure heart. But ... once his bright eyes meet Roman's dark eyes, what he has always known and believed in suddenly shatters into shreds and, to have that man with a dark and dangerously attractive aura, he is willing to cross and surpass his limits. For the two men is love at first sight, that love you cannot ignore or forget. And now Roman has to decide which path he must follow. A decision of love and duty. Can such different creatures fall in love and allow themselves to dream about it? Or will their opposite worlds destroy their love and their lives? Do you believe in soul mates? WARNING: manxman story that contains mature contents and actions. It is R rated. Thank you very much for understanding.

Book one of the Shifter Series. Arron had been asking his father if they could move for the better half of his freshman year because of the other shapeshifters and humans bullying him, but when his dad suddenly dies in a car wreck on the way home from work, his mother decides it's time to go. Arron thought that she just couldn't take the constant flood of memories... everyone in their town knew his father and always offered their sympathies and stories, but they didn't understand that it hurt her more to be reminded of him, than it helped. So now Arron calls Ridgedale home, and while it's definitely different than Washington, he could only hope that the kids at his new school weren't just as 'welcoming' as the ones at his previous one.

It was gentle at first, tender little pecks, before Fionn embedded his fingers into Dante's hair. The vampire tugged Fionn flush against his body as they explored one another's mouths. Fionn was a little fearful of Dante's fangs but every time they grazed over his lips or tongue he let out a soft moan. Admittedly, Fionn had never kissed a vampire, had never even considered it. Yet, with Dante, he never wanted to stop. He had responded so quickly, giving in to every shameful little urge he had ever had for the vampire, immediately becoming a breathless, groaning mess. "Think of me instead," Dante murmured when Fionn had to break off the kiss, he had been getting a little light headed. Dante brushed his thumb over Fionn's cheek but the wolf just stared on in disbelief. "Come on, Fi, don't act like you didn't know my feelings for you." "I-I didn't," Fionn stammered, his voice so quiet it was almost inaudible. "Fi, I flirted with you mercilessly," Dante was beginning to look a little self-conscious, his brows drawn together in a soft frown. "Yeah, but that was just teasing and stuff. This is like a whole world different," Dante was silent for an entire agonising minute, merely staring into Fionn's eyes, before sitting up and running his hand through his hair. "You're right," he muttered, scowling down at his lap, "it was stupid of me to assume you felt the same way. It wouldn't work anyway, we'd end up killing each other," Dante rose from the bed and walked toward the bathroom. "Wait," Fionn gripped Dante's wrist, though the vampire kept his eyes on the bathroom door, "maybe it would work... Maybe I really want it to work," Fionn spoke quietly but he knew Dante would hear every word clear as day. "You can't lie to me, Fionn, I can read your thoughts," Dante muttered, still refusing to look at the wolf... {Book Two of the Inamorate Series}

As an angel of love, Hadraniel "Adrian" Stars doesn't really know how to do his job properly. His parents being the King and Queen of the Angels Association is not helping him at all. In fact, it makes his parents question if he's really the angel of love as he doesn't see its purpose. He doesn't like being pressured, especially since he's the next one to claim the throne of the King. But until then, Adrian remains clueless as to what his really job is. The King has decided to help him: by throwing him on Earth. As he lands on Earth, powerless and not really looking prince-y at all, how could he protect himself, especially when the demons freely roam all over the Earth? Despite his appearance as a mere human and not looking angelic at all, he can't help but attract supernatural creatures, but what if one demon finds him and desires him most? Two things are for sure though; he's not safe and he will the see the reality of his nightmare. #5 - PART OF THE EXTENDED UNIVERSE

Jean Broody vs. Bradley Jackson Dr. Jean Broody is a hot-headed, happy-go-lucky type of person whose world is filled with sex and merriment. He believes that people should not allow society to dictate how they must live their lives because life is too short. With a successful career, the love of his family, money, and an endless supply of willing ladies at his beck and call, he thinks he has it all. Till Bradley sweeps into his life like a storm and brings with him an unexpected awakening that brings Jean to his knees. Lt. Bradley Jackson is an honest-to-goodness bad-ass and intense person who doesn't care much for fun. A survivor of a dark and rough childhood, he is a strong advocate of discipline. When he's forced to live with Jean, the most laid-back person he's ever met, he's pushed to explore his deepest desires. He recognizes something in Jean that calls to him. Something that he needs...something he can't resist. When these two completely different personalities find themselves together, things take a dangerous, intense and exciting turn that shocks both of them. How will Jean cope when he finds himself in uncharted territory that threatens to change who he is? Can Bradley survive the desperate, soul-deep desire within, in the face of the hovering danger that could destroy both of them? This story contains hot explicit sexual scenes, graphic language, mind-blowing passion and total hotness. Brace yourselves! Peace! (Cover by the amazing SuperSonicPaGer)

[Complete] A mxmxm, mobster threesome story: I have been pretending that I didn't know. I've been pretending that I believed his lie that he was just a simple businessman. But I knew the truth. I knew the truth because we have been friends for ten years now, and these things, you just don't overlook. I've known my best friend since we were fifteen. We've lived together since we were sixteen. It's hard not to see the changes in someone when you see them every day, every night. But he seems to believe that he's had me fooled. But that's alright. I had my own secret too. I was in love with my mobster best friend. A/N: This is a story of a romance between three men. Feel free to click away to another story if this is an uncomfortable topic for you. Best Rankings: #1 in malexmale #1 in gay #1 in threesome #2 in hurt #9 in comfort

[Complete] A werewolf mxm, mpreg story: To begin, Carlen didn't have much, in fact, he didn't have anything at all. Abandoned as a baby, Carlen was fortunate to be adopted by a royal healer of the castle. Picking up on her wise words and healing skills, Carlen grows to become a compassionate person who simply wants to be useful to others. A Royal Stranger finds him in the woods and finds him intriguing. Everything about Carlen sparked his curiousity and he wanted to know more. Yet, he can never associate with someone with such a low-born status and so weak. The next rising moon shines on the two individuals with a greater purpose. The pull is hard to resist. A mate is rare. Will King Alaric give in to Carlen's wishes to 'use him', or will he choose to be a bigger man? A/N: This is a story of a romance between two men. Feel free to click away to another story if this is an uncomfortable topic for you. Best Rankings: #25 in comfort #50 in comfort