Warning: MY AU, slow build romance, miss typos, cursing word, slow update Contains only a small daily life between Michael Afton and the animatronic that killed him; Ennard. Of course, small commotions occur, small fights accompanied by swearing and sometimes ended in pain. Not hating each other, just not getting along. It seems like. But believe me, deep inside them there is something that always sticks against each other. Disclaimer: Scott Cawthon, I don't take any profit other than for fun [IND] Hanya berisi keseharian kecil antara Michael Afton dengan animatronik yang membunuhnya; Ennard. Keributan kecil tentu saja terjadi, pertengkaran-pertengkaran kecil disertai umpatan dan terkadang berakhir menyedihkan. Bukannya membenci satu sama lain, cuma tidak rukun. Sepertinya. Tapi percayalah, jauh di dalam diri mereka ada sesuatu yang selalu mengganjal terhadap satu sama lain. Disclaimer: FNaF milik Scott Cawthon, saya tidak mengambil keuntungan apa-apa selain untuk bersenang-senang

[WARNINGS INSIDE] It was just him and that annoying ass of wires who changed his life forever, and how could he get rid of him when the things that happened changes his views of his own murderer? Maybe he's just sick in mind, mentally fucked up. He's still annoying though, daily altercations that always managed to send him on edge to not jumping off the cliff or pushing the animatronic off the cliff (he couldn't choose). Disclaimer: Scott Cawthon, I don't take any profit other than for fun *** Sekarang hanya ada dia dan si brengsek itu yang mengubah hidupnya selamanya, dan bagaimana bisa dia menyingkirkannya ketika hal-hal yang terjadi malah mengganti pandangannya terhadap pembunuhnya sendiri? Mungkin dia hanya sakit di pikiran. Tapi dia masih mengesalkan, sih, pertengkaran tiap hari yang berhasil membuatnya berada di ujung tanduk untuk tidak melempar diri ke jurang atau mendorong animatronik itu ke dalam jurang (dia tidak bisa memutuskan). Disclaimer: FNaF milik Scott Cawthon, saya tidak mengambil keuntungan apa-apa selain untuk bersenang-senang.

(BxB) "I don't believe in ghosts," Koda whispered. "Well," Alfie twisted the ring on his index finger. An excited shine returned to his eyes. His crush had never stared for so long, "would you believe me if I said that your mother is standing right behind you?" A week after Alfie's crush loses his parent, they are forced to talk when the ghost of Koda's mother reaches out to Alfie, demanding to speak with her son. Among the mist of grief, It wasn't any ordinary ghost wanting to say a final goodbye to the one she loved, it wasn't just an affectionate relationship developing between the ghost's son and the medium, it was the beginning of something much more dangerous.

"You're really pissing me off, Iggy, so I'm gonna give you two options. Either walk away or keep fucking provoking me and watch what happens," Ignatius' bottom lip caught between his teeth, Enlil's hot breath tickling his ear as the sylph leant in awfully close. One option was far more appealing than the other, though the other was far more practical. "Why would I walk away now, daddy?" Ignatius felt Enlil's arousal pressing against his clothed ass, making his own hardening cock twitch with anticipation. Was he really going through with it? He doubted it would just be a blowjob that time, he could still back out, Enlil wouldn't be mad. "I'd watch what you say next, princess, don't go giving me the wrong idea," Enlil spoke in a much softer voice, resting his hand on the wall to the left of Ignatius' head, his lips so close to the phoenix's ear they just grazed against the skin. Ignatius hesitated, guilty thoughts rushing into his mind, each one dissolving as Ignatius focused on how well his back fit into Enlil's chest. "Please," Ignatius whispered, sliding his hand up the wall to cover Enlil's, "please, daddy," Ignatius suddenly felt very vulnerable, fearful that Enlil would reject his advances. "Please what, princess? Tell daddy what you want," Enlil pressed his lips to the crook of Ignatius' neck, running his tongue over the curvature of his skin, coaxing a hushed moan from the phoenix. God, who had been kidding? How could he have ever resisted Enlil when he spoke to him like that? "You," Ignatius breathed, bringing Enlil's hand down to rest upon his throat, "I want you, daddy, all of you," Ignatius' breath caught in his throat as Enlil applied a hell of a lot more pressure than he had done before, no longer increasing it at a gradual pace. "It's about goddamn time, princess..." {Book Three of the Inamorate Series}

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}

"You like it, baby?" Ambrose purred in Kyree's ear, "I picked the colour out just for you, remembered just how much you like it on me," Kyree groaned as Ambrose caught his earlobe between his teeth, biting down hard enough that he knew there would be a mark. "Out," Kyree demanded the tailor, pleased with how fast the little man scuttled from the room. The second Kyree heard the door click shut, he pressed Ambrose against the wall to the left of them, covering the demon's mouth with his own. Ambrose complied with a soft moan and a tug of Kyree's hair, his other hand clutching the lapel of Kyree's suit, as if holding himself up for fear his knees may buckle. Kyree's mouth trailed down Ambrose's neck, leaving one deep purple bruise after another across his demon's tanned skin. Ambrose's mewls and purrs were loud, then again, Ambrose always was loud, he knew it turned Kyree on. Kyree was marking his lover, knowing that all eyes would be on them tonight, he wanted everyone to know what was his. "Mine," he murmured against Ambrose's abused flesh, nipping at the place just below his lover's jaw, marvelling in the primal groan that resonated through him. "Yours," Ambrose agreed, his chest heaving as his breath got taken from him by another quick nip across his throat from Kyree, "forever, baby," Kyree took a step back, admiring the myriad of mauve marks littered across Ambrose's throat. Purple was Kyree's favourite colour on Ambrose... {Book One of the Inamorate Series} This book is dedicated to my editor, illustrator and best friend Daisy for always being there for me and putting up with my shit. {Credit to her also for the cover art and all illustrations throughout}.

The saying goes - don't poke the bear. It should be - don't poke a dragon. Adeem lives his life in the shadows of Stockholm, stealing memories from unsuspecting humans whenever it suits him. But with a knack for getting into trouble, and a serious hatred for authority, his life is about to take a turn. Finding out that the new Guardian of Stockholm hosts a sleeping dragon inside is a problem he can't ignore. As the first dragon Guardian, Kyung has to play his cards right - especially if he wants to destroy the institution that ruined his life. The council has ruled the world for too long, rewriting history to suit their cause. But when Kyung crosses paths with Adeem, the demon that has chased off all the previous Guardians of Stockholm, he knows this is his one chance to set his plans for revenge in motion. But trust between a demon and a dragon is difficult at best. Impossible, at worst. However, the moment Kyung realizes his dragon is about to wake up, everything changes. Absolutely everything.

| REWRITE OF ORIGINAL TORN BOOK | Omega Berlin adores his mate and Alpha of his pack, Max. And Max loves Berlin. But sooner than later, Max is gone. Beginning his life again as a widowed Omega in the pack that orchestrated the collapse of his own is a feat in itself, but timid Berlin soon finds that the Moon Goddess seems to have much bigger plans for him. Between Max pining for him in the afterlife, and finding his second-chance mate in the Alpha of his new pack, Berlin is forced to make decisions that may leave him teetering on the edge of life and death itself as he seeks to answer the ultimate question: Will he be able to find the strength in his heart to love again, or will he forever remain torn? (I also plan to rewrite this rewrite sometime soon, so please take this book with a grain of salt as well. It is one of my oldest stories so it is far from perfect!) WARNING. THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE SCENES AND THEMES.

Needing a favour and an easy way to pass his Physics class, closeted gay Zach Hamilton seeks Jace, the smart ass band geek who has snarky comebacks to everything. Becoming smitten with the tall, skinny, cheeky nerd was pretty easy, but difficulties arise when his clique and his brother toughen down on him, and his best friend, Flynn, holds a secret that can't be forgotten easily. -- -- -- Disclaimer: boy x boy, quite a lot of swearing and... This is a PG-13 book, so you know the rules.

Vampires. A phenomenon so rare that there are only three. The first, one so ancient her origins are unknown. The second, a mere wanderer that cares not for the troubles of others and the last, cursed before he even left the womb, a monster that lives among those that wish for nothing more than his demise. Wallie Jonessan is now a butler to one of those monsters, Soran Makai. Those among the estate fear the Archduke that treats all with a cold distance but Wallie carries a secret; a secret that allows him to grow closer to one that has long forgotten the meaning of comfort. Through days spent together, a bond is formed between vampire and human that cannot last. Royals fearful of Soran, and greedy for the power he possesses, are an ever looming threat. Danger lurks around every corner and traitors wait patiently for their time to strike. Although a monster Soran Makai may or may not be, Wallie is about to learn that vampires are not the only beasts that curse the land. Humans can be just as cruel, especially towards a love they simply cannot accept.