Icarus Crane is a fledgling vampire with a feisty, free spirited attitude. He lives with his sire, and leads a peaceful life with his new family. His sire always warned him to never get near a master vampire. They're dangerous and powerful and hold no emotions what so ever. Once you're taken and claimed, by a master vampire you're more valuable than them because you hold their power. Icarus ignores the rules and runs into someone. Someone that decides he's going to make Icarus his own. This story is rated R, and not edited First book in the Supernatural Lovers series Part of a series but can be read as a stand alone

This is Book I of the French Billionaire Series. *-*-*-*-* Grayson Reed has just turned 18 and is sick of his fathers relentless abuse. So what does he do? He runs away. He ends up at a club sidewalk, to tired to keep going. But he knows that a club is not a good place to rest. But before he can get away someone stops him, showing him nothing but kindness. Jean La Boussière, a 26 year old French entrepreneur who owns a multi-billion dollar buisness. He has come to the great city of Los Angeles, California to expand his company. Little did he know that he would meet a charming young boy that he couldn't leave helpless and alone on that club sidewalk. [Cover Made by -dailydose] Read at your own risk! This was my first attempt at a BoyxBoy story and it needs MAJOR editing. !!!!!CRINGIEST STORY YOU WILL EVER READ!!!!!

I enter my home, looking forward to having a very long nap. A stench radiates from within my house as humidity beats down on me. As I navigate through the house looking for the woman who was supposed to have had everything clean before I got home, my anger rises. I approach my bedroom and open the door quickly to find Ms.White laying sprawled out on my bed. A wine bottle is sat on my bedside table, the contents empty. I suppose she had drank and fell asleep. Poking her side I wait for the woman to wake up. She stirs and mumbles until her eyes finally flutter open. Squinting she looks up at me. Her eyes open widely as she backs up on the bed. "Did you have a nice nap Ms.White?" I ask. The woman opens her mouth as if to say something but closes it again. "I suppose you now know you're fired and will not be receiving pay for today. You may excuse yourself, Ms.White." The woman gathers herself up, flustered, stumbles a bit, and exits the room. It seems now I'll need a new housekeeper.

In a society where your soulmates are chosen for you, you are only given a name. The rest is up to you. Sometimes you find them but sometimes you don't. It's part of the game. And the game is on.