There is no one in the world who could possibly love me, I know it. I've pretty much resigned to crying under my covers at night as my boyfriend who I adore links hands with my bullies at school and beats me down. Pretty cliche. I think. Sometimes, I lie awake at night, just wishing, begging, praying for an angel to fall in my lap and wave their magic wand, take the pain away. Maybe kill me silently in my sleep, take me to a better place... One where I am not alone, suffering, always suffering, and eternally rejected by the world. Still, the angels never respond, never reply, never come to my aid.. Will a DEVIL do? [A/N] Don't read this if you're sensitive to abusive scenes as there is physical and emotional abuse in this story... but have no fear, there are one or two other stories on this site you could read instead. ヽ(〃＾▽＾〃)ﾉ

Sven Gale has been rejected. It is final. I mean all the bullying, all the bad treatment, all the harsh words they sucked, but nothing broke his heart like the end to a relationship that never began. Yes he's going to run away, sobbing with his tail between his legs, oh but not before robbing the entire pack and reeking as much well deserved havoc as he can before he disappears. Little does he know, someone is on his tail. Trigger Warning: This is a D/s, noncon novel.

Lake doesn't like parties, he especially doesn't like getting drunk by drinking the alcoholic punch on accident, and he really doesn't enjoy following his friends to go trick or treating and somehow finding himself lost and alone in a graveyard. There is a tall figure sitting calmly on a large gravestone, so dark he appears as a silhouette, his tapered cloak moving in the wind as though suspended in water. Lake walks up to him, made of curiosity, bravery and booze. The tall man stands to tower over him, in his left hand a scythe is raised and the blade glints in the moonlight, darkness reaching out from him like a thick fog. Cold red eyes pin Lake down. "Who disturbs this halfway realm of death? Who dares to approach the harbinger..." But the little human in front of him seems unafraid. His large blue eyes squint as he reaches through the black fog and presses his hand on his chest. "Wow, that's really cool, how do you do that?"

[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.

Demosthenes is king. A role that comes with responsibility, a palace, a kingdom and an ego the size of of it all. It takes little more than a miracle to raise his interest in anything, let alone anyone. Elpis, a humble fisherman and women's son, really has no intentions of searching for more than silver coins inside the walls of Euphranor, but when, completely by the accident, the Moirai saw the two happen upon each other, he is drafted into a world that is so far from his own, by a man who's soul is much darker than his own.

AN MXM ROMANCE NOVEL HIS LISCIHKA "I've been married to a woman for 18 years, I-I wouldn't know the first thing about being with a man," I admitted while feeling Ivan's hands making their way under my chin. "I'll teach you, just don't leave me, Oliver," Ivan consoled his voice sounding so gentle yet longing that it drew me in. "This isn't right, Ivan," I muttered positioning my hands on his bare chest. "Why?" Ivan rasped resting his right hand on my waist. "Because... I'm a man, I'm older than you and I have a daughter-" "Why are you making excuses, Doctor?" he growled. "I've never done something like this before Ivan," "As I've said lemme teach you," and with that Ivan gently pressed his lips against mine. His soft lips against mine drew me into an emotion, a feeling I've tried so hard to ignore. His right hand glided down to my ass gripping it hard causing me to groan at such a sensation. "I want to taste your dick, Doctor," he whispered, his baritone singing in my ear. "Ivan," I mumbled breathlessly. "You will let me? Right?" he questioned sinking onto his knees. Oh, God. I gulped as I stared down at the dominating man who kneeled before me. His gorgeous green eyes stared at me while his hands made their way to my zipper. "Ivan," I warned again. "Dah, Lisichka?"

When Mylo Heather finds himself lost at a party his friend convinced him to attend, he searches high and low for his friends that have ran off to their own corners. When searching he comes across the party host's brother, Miguel Andorran. He's sexy beyond belief, and shirtless, and wants Mylo. It's only a matter of time he gets what he wants... Oh and did I forget to mention? He's a dominant. [WARNING]: Will at some point in the very near future contain sex scenes. This is BDSM! If you no like, you have no soul! *cough cough* I mean piss off. *cough cough* I mean the exits that way. *cough cough* I have a cold! *sniffles* :'(

Briar had no idea that the relationship he was in was unhealthy. Damaging. He could barely tell that everything he was, and wanted to be, had been repressed and kept away by the person he loved more than life. Or maybe he did know- did see- and just didn't want to acknowledge it. Content to suffer silently if it meant keeping his boyfriend happy. And what it took for him to see the love he could have, the acceptance he could experience and the freedom he could thrive in, were three people. Three amazing, gorgeous and polyamorous people who used a cheeky fox to sneak their way into his life, a daddy he never knew he needed to break down his walls, and a sadistic dominant to lead him into a lifestyle he had always been afraid of. And afraid, Briar was. Afraid that the person he became around them, the person he could see himself thriving as... he was terrified that it was all too perfect for someone as imperfect as him. Briar; a Little lost in a big, cruel world. *******************

(Not Edited)(be warned, SUPER CRINGY since it was my first story, that's your warning) (bxb+) When Xavier Jameson moved to a new town, he didn't expect to get into a fight with a month into his new school. The boy's parents decided that Xavier should finish the rest of the school year attending an all males boarding school. There, he will meet some new faces and maybe reconnect with some old friends from the past. While Xavier is in boarding school, he might have accidentally made his roommates fall for him, but he knows that they'll have to share him just like his first lovers do. This is just a normal story about a boy who makes other guys fall for him.....or so you thought... _____________________________________________ (Includes triggers & incest) 7/31/19 - 2/21/20 :))

𝑰'𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕. 𝑨 𝑲𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓; 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎, 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏. ༒•*░R░E░V░I░E░W░S░*•༒ "ᴹᵒᵘᵗʰ⁻ʷᵃᵗᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ,ˢᵗᵉᵃᵐʸ, ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ⁻ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ & ʰᵒᵖᵉᶠᵘˡ ᴮˡᵒᵒᵈʸ ᴷᵉᶠᶠᵃ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗᶠᵘˡˡʸ ʷʳⁱᵗᵗᵉⁿ. ᵀʰᵉ ᵗᵉˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᵗˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ⁱˢ ˡʸʳⁱᶜᵃˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉˡⁱᶜⁱᵒᵘˢˡʸ ᵗᵉⁿˢⁱᵒⁿ⁻ᶠⁱˡˡᵉᵈ. ᴸᵉʷⁱˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᵃᵇʸ." "ᴵ ᵐᵘˢᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵐᵃˢˢⁱᵛᵉ ᶜʳᵘˢʰ ᵒⁿ ᶜʳᵒᶜᵏʸ,