Book 4 of the Cross-Shifter Series. Can be read as a stand-alone but might be confusing at the beginning for a bit.) Being captive for years has soured Palace's outlook on just about everything. He sat in a rusty hauling container for weeks at a time, missing his big brother terribly, the only person he'd ever had in the world for so long, only to be sold to disgusting people who wanted him for illogical reasons. Over that time, he became a killer. He didn't like it at first, but soon it became second nature. Besides, in his new world, where his original master only viewed him as another giant check, and those he sold him to saw him as their next horrible fetish until he ripped their throats out, he found little reason to behave favorably. So, when a lion shifter crosses his path right before he is likely to be sold again, and actually treats him like he wasn't just a piece of meat to try and use, Palace isn't quite sure how to handle him.

I had never been so in love. He was the definition of perfect. I wanted him to live like a prince. I wanted him to belong to me. I needed his love and attention. My heart yearned for him since our first meeting. The seemingly innocent boy...I wanted his body, I wanted his heart. Just by smiling he turned me into a beggar, something I strived long and hard not to become. But for him, I'd become anyone and anything to have and keep him. I cared deeply for him and anyone who wished any harm upon even a single hair on his body was to die by my hands. That was not a threat, but a promise. WARNING READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION! This book may contain content that may disturb, disgust and/or offend you. Please read at your own risk. Thanks. ***IMPORTANT NOTE 10/04/2022: I wrote this book in the manxboy era of corny wattpad stories and even though Toby is well over 18 (he's 24) the language I used when writing this story is very predatory. I will work on changing this when I find the time to edit this book and other older ones which also feature this icky, predatory tone and language. For now please replace "boy" with "guy" or "man" and know that when I describe Toby as being a "boy" it came from a blueprint of how other stories were written and not because I was glorifying predatory relationships. I am very sorry for the predatory language.

********************SPOILER ALERT********************** DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T READ BREAKING FINN, IT WILL RUIN THE ENDING!! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a sequel to Breaking Finn. It's pretty much essential that you read that first. Everything that happens in this story is an aftermath to what happens in that story; therefore I have removed the description. Some readers who came here first, read the description and then were bummed out because in some ways, it was a spoiler for Breaking Finn. So... Just go read Breaking Finn first and then you will have a good idea what this sequel is going to be about. :) As usual, all photos of models that are used to portray my characters do not belong to me, and they have no connection to the real person. I have no knowledge of these models private life and this story in no way portrays them or their preferences. If you are one of my readers, you know that I like to use pictures of models and music videos to add depth to my chapters. We are a multi-media world now and I truly believe they add a lot to my story, so please look at both the picture and the music video. But again, note that the models have not given their permission nor endorsement to use their images here, I have just borrowed them from the internet. Since I don't make any money using their pictures here and I am letting you know that they have no connection to the story, I am hoping this is all good. If you do not like manxman stories, please do not continue on (though, if you read Breaking Finn and moved on to this sequel, I kinda have a hunch that you don't mind it). This story is my property, please do not copy it. All rights reserved, copyrighted, yada yada yada.

Winston thought that his life couldn't get much worse after he gave up everything in order to be with his high school sweetheart. But the universe seemed to have a sick sense of humor when he finds said sweetheart in bed with another man. Deciding to go out and relinquish the heartache, Winston runs into more trouble than he ever imagined, contracting something that makes his dreadful life just a little bit more unbearable. Jonathan doesn't have space in his heart for any more people. The more he lost the ones he loved, the more his heart darkened and shrank in size. Now, there was only enough room for what's left of his family. However, when he meets Winston, Jonathan starts to believe, that just maybe, the quiet and brooding man could be exactly what he needs to brighten his darkening heart. .:Cover by SuperSonicPaGer:.

TW: Social Anxiety, Sexual Assault, Domestic Abuse. After escaping from his abusive father, Mitchell Anderson has to keep a low profile in a new town in order to not get caught. But when he catches the eye of the most popular boy at school who seems hell-bent on making Mitchell his, Mitchell has to decide whether it's time for him to face love head on and fight for his happiness, or give in to his traumatic past that is certainly catching up. Ethan Knowles didn't think the new guy at school was the one to finally make him fall in love. It happened quicker than Ethan could even pause to take a breath. He would go to the ends of the world to make Mitchell his boyfriend, but when the boy's past catches up with them, Ethan is put between a rock and a hard place. Can these two overcome the challenges set before them or will they give up on their love?

Black Moon Series Book #5 📲 This book updates at best once a week and only if I have managed to write at least three chapters of the next books. Warning: #Mature #Gay #Triggering Description: I was raised in a bigot family. Church, God, Strict Rules, Seriousness, School, Homophobia, Conservatism, Family. These were their motto. Not mine. I wasn't the rebel kid, more like a sheep, at least until adolescence hit me. These beliefs have led me to become the total opposite to what my family expected. My faith mostly lays in wildness, triviality, sex. I am dreaming of fun and liberty of mind. Worst sin of all, I am attracted to males, and this might be the last straw for my parents. My ultimate faith lays in my three childhood friends. Camden Hall. Joshua Pierce. Mark Murray. Our bond goes far beyond friendship, love or any other human feeling. We are a whole entity. One cannot go without the others. And yet... When our 17th birthday turns into a tragic event and my father threatens me with the worst possible future he can think of, none of their comfort will prevent my flee from a life I don't yearn for. Sometimes, you just need to see new horizons, taste new dangers to build yourself. I may end up burning my wings in Los Angeles, but who knows? I might also meet my peace of mind...

When given the opportunity to serve at the Kings castle, Sunni was more than excited to grasp at the chance. Of course he had he had his doubts and fear laced through him. No matter what, he was driven by determination. He planned to use the money earned to aid the orphanage he was raise in. He was certainly grateful towards the mysterious elderly woman who had given the news about a job in the castle. The job he knew was decent but he didn't expect to meet the powerful dominating king and later on receive his trust and he seems quite attached to Sunni. Sunni didn't predict the kings sudden growing love for him or rather inhuman obsession. Sunni didn't deserve the result of having King Taizan of Dusanma Kingdom to fall for him. He didn't want the love of a ruthless, obsessive and rather harsh King. Sunni later understands that being by the kings side is crucial and he is the only warmth that can melt the Kings stone cold heart.

He hasn't said a word in years... His voice though, is a work of art............ I was inspired to write this when I read about a chorus in Australia which is made up of stroke victims. Although most of them can speak some and singing is a way to help improve their speech, there are some individuals who can sing but not speak at all. I hope you enjoy the story.

My father is the Alpha of our pack. The Midnight run pack. He is the most respected man that I have ever known. All that matters to me is me pleasing him. I want to be like him when I am Alpha. I am standing in his office nervously. I have to tell him but I am scared. He is all the family that I have since my mother died. His hair is short and black like mine. He looks up at me with his brown eyes. That is the difference between us. Our eyes. Mine are emerald green like my mothers. He looks at me curiously. " Milo son? you ok?" he asks me I nodded my head and my hands are shaking. "Dad? I have to tell you something! I don't know how to say it... I kinda figured it out today..." I spit out quickly. "Well? What is it?" He laughed at my hyperness. "I'm gay." I spat out. His smile dies on his face and his face went cold. I shiver in a little fear but brush it off. "Are you sure? You could be going through some phase or something." He asked kinda carefully. "I'm Positive. I know I might be really young but I promise that I am." I say proudly. He stands up and walks over to me. He lifts my face up and stares at me. I get more nervous. What the hell is he doing? He brings his hand down across my face. His wolf claws extended. I feel them cut down across my face. I lift my hands to my face and see blood on them. I whimper and look up at my dad. "You are no longer my son. Your rights for being the next alpha have been revoked. Anything that was rightfully yours its mine now. You are nothing to me now. You are the lowest in the pack and will have to ask for everything. Get the fuck out of my sight." He threw me into the wall. I whimpered and ran out. I was ten years old when that happened to me. My life has been hell ever since. There is nothing I can do about it. I've been beaten burned and have other things done. My wolf hates me and I don't blame him. I hate myself..