In a world where all different creatures roam openly. There is only one rule that holds true. Stay true to your kind. A simple rule to those who were given it early on. A hierarchy of sorts training all races to only remain bonded to their own and to despise all others ... So what happens when the rule is tested? When a group of little girls, who were never told of the dangers, form a bond like no other. An atrocity to those who look upon them. These girls soon grow into woman who find their bond only growing stronger... impenetrable. But can these four different kinds of woman be able to weather the storm that is set to head their way?

They couldn't be more different. Ridley is a knight in shining white armor, so perfect in every way that it makes people hardly able to stand him. Prince Vandel on the other hand (aka the evil demon prince of darkness) is the sworn enemy of the kingdom, obsessed with gaining power and wearing beautiful clothes. The two young men are right out of a fairytale, practically made to be archenemies...but what if they ended up falling in love instead?

~ SBNR ~ Emory Woods lived carefree as the son of the ceo to a multi million dollar company. He had looks, money, time, and freedom. He had it all. Until one day he is forced to marry Kace Leovanni, ceo of a multi billion dollar company for business purposes. The problem is they're both guys and they're both straight. Kace was strict but a playboy when he was in the mood. Not to mention he absolutely hates people invading his private life. How does Kace handle the bubbly and wild spirited Emory trespassing on his territory known as his life and privacy? Or more so, how does Emory handle him? ***warning*** Contains: Man x man smut (sometimes very descriptive) Cursing Drinking physical violence Trauma

Kiera's best friend drags her across the universe to find her a man, only the man she's destined to meet is a battle-hardened warrior living in exile. Calculating A'Ran is too cautious to be surprised by whatever life throws at him - until faced with the challenge of becoming a worthy partner for his lifemate.

Humans know nothing about the truth of sirens. We are not a form of your fantasy of "Mermaids", we live on land, on islands away from people, in fear that humans will find us. We do not lure people to their deaths, we simple sing to sing. It's in our nature to sing, when happy, sad, or simple to let each other know where we are. It is not our fault that humans find themselves captivated by our songs. It is their fault that their ships crash on our shores. But it doesn't take long until they find fault in us, and seek a form of revenge. I don't know if the humans tales of us being sea creatures comes from with their fascination of the endless depths of the sea, believing that creatures beyond comprehension reside there; or if it's the fact that angry sailors find their revenge in tying our feet together with a large boulder and throwing us into the ocean to end our lives with water-logged songs. Maybe it simple comes from what they tell people when they return home; that the sirens are in the ocean where they belong. I grew up knowing the truth, of the horror of the relation between sirens and humans. I also grew up knowing that a human hasn't come in contact with our kind in many years. We thought humans lost their fascination with us and our songs long ago; We thought wrong.

Looking down he hides from the truth but he needs to hear what he demanded and expected from us "Look up Angel." A visible shake comes from him as he raises his head, eyes glimmering in a flood of shame "You held our fears, joys, nightmares and dreams in your hands, but most of all you held our life's. Literally held our lives in your hands with our honesty as more of a bond than the bindings. Yet we were not even given your honest last name. That's not being a dominant or our Master. You are a lying sadist." Walking past him I give him no other look before I speak "Goodbye Mr. Nader." ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Evita washed of the blood, Celete faced the fear of death and Angel found strength when it was faint but can they survive the true test of loving each other? Can they survive betrayal, the truth and more especially the blood that runs through their vains. This is Their Tale.

****Copyrighted**** 'Tell me you don't feel it.' He whispered against my lips, and the trembling that had ceased at the feel of his lips against mine began again with renewed vigor. 'Tell me it's not what you want, and I'll go. You'll never have to see me again.' Swallowing, I looked up at the eyes that had entranced me from the start. I took in his every feature, slowly and deliberately. I thrilled at the feeling of his arms enfolding me, and I inhaled his familiar scent with a trembling breath. And then, then I did the most foolish thing imaginable: I flung my arms about his neck and kissed him with all that I had, almost losing myself in the safety and security I felt. But more than that, I ran. I took his moment of shock, the slight loosing of his arms about me, and tore myself away from him, shoving out the door and into the rain. I suppose I'll never know why he didn't follow me. It was the thing I feared most. I knew that if he came for me a second time, I wouldn't be able to say 'no'. I wouldn't be able to run. But I had to. I had to go. I couldn't let him be hurt because of me. He would live on now, and I would marry another. I had leased my last bit of passion in that one moment in his arms, and as I made my way through the dark streets, I felt myself become dull and lost like the creatures bound in the menagerie. **Much of this was written when I was younger and then I came back later and finished it. There will likely be mistakes. Lots of them.