Who would've thought that I was jerking off to my best friend that was in the next room? Yeah that made it even more exciting, until the door was slammed open, disturbing me. There stood in the entry way, the said best friend, gawking at my cock. It was obvious that he was affected too, because his jeans did an awful job of hiding the bulge. I smirked and stared at my best friend as my movement continued furiously, his eyes gleamed with lust and want. "Want me to help?" ------- Mates are the other half of a wolf, especially as an Alpha, mates meant the world. Future alpha of the Black Blood Pack, Killian Raizal Black, waited to his future Luna, he craved for her. Yeah that was until he reached of age and found out that his mate was beside him the whole time. The she was a he, his very best friend and future beta, Nathaniel Silva.

''After a few seconds of them staring at one another, Dante finally spoke. But his voice had changed; it was breathless and soft, echoing with a sweetness that Nate could have never imagined existed within him. With the knife left on his palm for Nate to grab, he cooed sheepishly, "Can you...tease me...with this?" Nate Kennedy was devastated when his parents announced their moving overseas. As for him, he was forced to move to a new city, get an apartment near his aunt and enroll in a brand new school. It all started going left when he encountered an assassin named Dante Hercules known not only in their city, but across the entire territory. But Nate didn't know he was an assassin when Nate threatened to kill him after Dante had laid a hand on his aunt. Neither did he know that Dante was into submissive sexual pleasure, relished being dominated violently and carelessly. He had been looking for someone for years and years, until now; he found Nate Kennedy. That is the deal; Nate must keep Dante sexually satisfied. If he fails, he dies, without any remorse. But that was what he thought in the beginning; what happens when emotions start to get involved? When one falls in love with the other? When the dangerous lifestyle of Dante puts Nate's life in jeopardy, which he never thought he would care for?

In the beginning... he was like a storm: violent, dangerous, and perfectly capable of destroying everything in his path. He'd gotten his hands on everything needed to pin me in his trap. My home... my belongings... my life -- he could have taken any of them at any time, and I wouldn't have been allowed to so much as let out a single protest. In the end, though, what he ended up wanting more than anything else in the world was something I swore up and down I wouldn't ever give him. Me. 🌺👑💛👑🌺 Aerin Vanderhill is uncertain of who he is on the inside and what he really wants out of life. For seventy-five years, he's lived very quietly in a small but futuristic American town, sleeping during the day and occasionally meandering around at night, basically just wondering at his own depressing existence. His family is long dead and everyone he once loved is gone, so for him, all that's left is the silence of being alone... of mimicking life because its there and he has it. Its boring, but what's an awkward, socially inept vampire who's only true form of human contact comes through playing online video games supposed to do? Nothing. That's right, nothing. Because doing something would make him spiral. That's why he sticks to his routine, no matter how pointless it feels to him. Unfortunately, his simple way of living comes to an immediate end when a dangerous, beast-like man with strange powers and even stranger origins comes gallivanting into town, hunting for the so-called "leech" who lulls his victims to sleep before preying on them. Aerin is soon certain he's going to be murdered, but fate might just have other plans. (This is a story featuring male only romance. LGBT+) TRAILER INSIDE! Content warning: Please note that this story contains: - very, very mild sexual/sensual scenes and references (much later) - violence - abuse - depression Copyright © by Aaron Ledgers. All rights reserved.

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.

Horst McKenzie is a happy person... or at least, that's what he'd say if you asked him. It's also what he tries to make everyone believe, including himself, but as the hybrid son of a werewolf and a satyr, he is a living, breathing remnant from an otherwise traumatic and unwanted experience... and the shadow of that reality has followed him his whole life. But he's fine now! He has to be. The last five years of working on his relationships have paid off: his father's happy, his pack is flourishing, the alliances they've made over the years with other werewolves are rock solid, and he has a roof over his head. Food on the table. A comfortable place to sleep. Everything is too perfect to complain. Until it very suddenly isn't. In the same month that a covert underground program called the V.R.C. sends the very first vampire applicant to ever take the cure for a disease called Blood Rabies to live with him, for rehabilitation purposes, Horst also meets the one person he hates more than anyone else on the planet: the satyr who orchestrated an assault on his father and caused every single hardship in his life. Little by little, his brilliantly fake smile begins to fray. Little by little, the perfect picture of a happy future begins to crack. And little by little, the shadow he tries so hard to ignore looms larger over his horns. 🌻💛💗💛🌻 (This is the sequel to SLEEPSONG) Content warning: Please note that this story contains: - mild sexual/sensual scenes and references (much later) - mentions of sexual assault - depression Thanks to my cover artist - PaperRabbitsArt on twitter Copyright © by Aaron Ledgers. All rights reserved

Scottie.... If there was a picture of a person next to the definition of being socially inept in the dictionary, the picture would have been of me. Dealing with people gave me hives. Just the thought of talking to someone I'm not familiar with made me want to curl up into a ball and hide from the world. But no one understood that, no one understood me. Not my Aunt, and definitely not the limited amount of people in my life. No one that is until Him. He walked into my Aunt's bakery and I swear from that moment on, he owned me. Mind, body, and soul. Nolan... I am a Master Dominant, a self-made man in my own right. I have no doubts about myself. I have a lot to offer any sub of my choosing. I'm wealthy. I own several businesses. From my elite members only get-away that catered to the rich and famous in the lifestyle. To my new kink-friendly club I'm getting ready to launch directly across the street from a quaint little bakery that employed a young man sweeter than any of the confections they had to offer. It's been a long time since I've had a boy of my own. Don't get me wrong, I have beautiful boys throwing themselves at my feet on a daily basis. I've trained most of them in the art of submission, but none of them have caught my interest like this gorgeous Angel has. I needed to make him mine as much as I needed air to breathe. He will be my boy.

I am the antagonist. My job is to make you suffer, to make you give up. So then why does it pain me to harm you? What if characters of a book lived in their own reality? The protagonist, antagonist, heroine, love interest, secondary characters, all aware of themselves in the novel, but forced to play their roles. What if for some reason one of them decided to change? What if the villain decided to choose love over pain and break all the rules?

So why did the streetfighter and the streetballer cross the Viscount Street?

Incent, a young hunter, is thrown into a dark and terrible job by his King. He is asked to assassinate a Prince from a neighbouring Kingdom. Knowing that he has only one year left of being a hunter, he wants to put every bit of himself into the given deed, however, he finds himself doubting himself and his goals. Humans aren't his only worry though. Incent lives in a world where demons walk among them and being a hunter means he must exterminate them. But could he exterminate a living human for his King? And what happens when his victim becomes far too interesting to remove from his life? Highest Ranking: #160 in Fantasy Excerpt: "The talisman was a long, curved piece of gold, inlaid with small diamonds along the edges. It was almost like a boomerang, except it was smaller and had ornate carvings of old Pagan runes on it that could, unfortunately, no longer be read by any man or woman still walking on Earth. Par quickly picked up everything that had fallen out of his bag before he threw it on his back saying "grab on," and extended his hand towards mine. I rolled my eyes at his dramatic speech and took his offered hand." *This wonderful cover was created by @holmesfapel - check out the stories there too!!!

Kaleb has recently turned nineteen still anticipating the arrival of his mate. Much to his surprise the omega happens upon a giant sleeping male tiger in the woods. Zev, a twenty four year old marauding tiger was enjoying his life of solitude until a certain adorable omega stumbles into his perfect life of leisure.