**Be aware that this is a manXman story so if that bothers you then please don't read! 5th in Breaking Series. There are certain things that make a man a man in late 1870's Texas. Being able to rope, ride and handle cattle to name a few. Shooting from the hip, playing poker and throwing back whiskey never hurt either. Nick could do all those things but none of that would matter if anyone knew the truth about him-if anyone knew his secret. So to protect that secret, Nick keeps to himself as he works on the ranch at Atkinson Spread. He likes his job and the bosses are decent but Nick is lonely. Covered in scars, both of the physical and emotional variety, he longs for one person he can truly be himself around. That one person he can love. Aiden is running. He's been running since his family realized what he was, called him an abomination and cursed him to death. Bakerstown Texas is where his legs and his will to run finally give out. Somehow he finds himself hired on to work at Atkinson spread though he knows nothing about cattle. He has already resigned himself to a life alone but that thought goes out the window when he lays his eyes on a ranch hand named Nick. Even then, Aiden knows he can't have Nick. Nick doesn't seem to suffer from the same condition that Aiden was born with and so there's not a lot Aiden can do about his attraction to the other man. Until a night at the saloon goes a bit too far...... Can these two men be together or will their secret be found out and their disease dealt with the frontier way?

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

Tom has always treated demons like equals, but he never expected to fall in love with one. Not Ezra, who was condemned to take evil souls because of his own dark past. An angel's virtue is never questioned, while a demon's state of mind is always doubted. Befriending a demon is dangerous. Falling in love with one is an act of lunacy, one that forces Tom to fight for change in a world that's growing more hateful by the day. Violence is on the rise, especially in the Glass Horns pub. Tom has worked behind his parent's bar for four years, and humans are irritating demons more than ever. But are the demons to blame, or is something far more unjust warping the truth?

Angel | ✐ Book Four Of The Sinners & Saints Series Even the Devil was once an Angel. COPYRIGHT © MIDNXGHTSUN 2022.

✔COMPLETED ✔ Description: So, what do you do at 14 when you've been kicked out of the only home you've ever known? What do you do when you call your family and friends for help and they all say no? Ella's last hope is a biker named Beast, who happens to be the reason she was thrown out of her house in the first place. Beast is the oldest son of the Wolf family and he's the black sheep. He was thrown out at 15 and has been apart of the Devil's Angels since he was 16. He's 17 now. The two of them have been friends since Ella was 11 and Beast was 14. They have always had a hatred filled relationship. So when she calls and says shes in the old church building with two bags and that she has no other choice but to ask for his help, what does he do? He goes to help her of course. What will happen to them? What hardships will the two go through? Come and see for yourself. Welcome to the world of the Devil's Angels MC. Hope you enjoy your stay. Excerpt : "What's ya name sweetheart?" One of the oldest looking men in group asks, looking me up and down undressing me with his eyes. "Its Ella and I'm not your sweetheart." I say glaring at him. "Oh feisty ain't cha?" He questions like a prick stepping closer again. "Take one more step and I'll kick you where the sun doesn't shine." I threaten, holding my ground. He throws his head back laughing and then says, "As if, you're a tiny little thing." While taking another step, close enough for me to get him. He throws his head back laughing again, which gives me an opportunity to kick him, so I do. I use all the strength and force in my leg and I get him right in his junk. His knees instantly buckle and he grabs his crotch as he falls. All his buddies, including Beast start laughing loudly at the old man. I bend over to his face and slyly say, "I gave you a fair warning sweetheart." I finish by blowing him a kiss. "

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟.

I look down at the frail frame of the girl. I unlatched her cage and nudged her with my foot. It seems cruel, but the other trainers would have done much worse to see her ignoring their commands to rise. "Wake up, you're being moved," I say to her, crouching down and shaking her. She lies unmoving and a heaviness settles in my chest. I move her hair from her face and press my fingers to her neck, trying to find a pulse. I purse my lips, feeling the faint beating of her weak heart. I look at the girl, watching her struggle to push air in and out of her lungs. I can tell she is sick. Do I put her in the truck with the others, or take her to the doctor? The truth is, nothing good awaits her in the truck. The only question is if it is crueler to go put her with the others, unconscious and barely holding on, or to take her to the doctor. I feel sick just thinking about it. She either dies here, or will wish she would have. I can't turn a blind eye to her though, I can't stand and watch as the life leaves her. Perhaps she will be thankful for me saving her life. ---- Hazel. She's a pretty little thing, far too precious and fragile for the life she was born into. Having lived most of her life in a training facility, she knows little of the beauty of the world or the people in it. A punishment gone bad, forever mares her, leaving her crippled, undesirable. Axel. He's an average man with an abnormal size. Being a Trainer, he is expected to be cold and cruel, someone he is not. It pays him money though, so perhaps living up to that expectation isn't that bad? When confronted with a choice he finally has to choose who he wants to be. Will he live up to others expectations? Or will he choose what may not be easiest, but what is right?

Cassandra Stone fell in love with a billionaire at age 18, but her Cinderella story took a dark turn when her knight in shining armor turned out to be an abusive monster. It took her years to build up the courage to take the life of her abuser, but when she finally freed herself from his clutches she opened herself up to a whole new life - an empire that was hers and no man could ever take that away from her.

****MATURE CONTENT IN BOOK**** ****YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED**** Akuma. That's what some call me. They also call me Myūto. The list goes on. Demon or Mute. Call me whatever you want. It doesn't matter me. I didn't get involved in this life on purpose. I didn't dream of this when I was in school. But here I am. A force to be reckoned with. Everyone knew my name. Everyone was afraid of me. Even The Devil himself respected me, all those related to Bianchi to respected me. I was content with life. Living in the shadows and answering to only myself and one other person...well sometimes answering to him. But that was all before. Before it happened. Before she came back. I thought she'd see the new me and be terrified She didn't. She stayed. Why? Because she found comfort in being with a demon that was bigger than the ones chasing her.

Without thinking, he reached and grasped her arm, gently. He tugged her towards him, demanding her attention back on him. She gasped as she was now facing him, his touch sending shock waves through her. And once again without fail, his body acted on its own volition. He slowly ran his thumb over her pouty lips, examining the cut Sylvester had inflicted on her. Demi's wide eyes looked up at him, her pretty lips stained by her blood. He'd never felt the need to obliterate Sylvester until now. Demi glanced down to see her blood on his thumb, she hummed before licking it off him. His eyes were zeroed in on her pink little tongue. "Pretty," escaped his lips. Demi shut her eyes tightly, the announcement going. straight to her head. Get it together. Onyx fell silent as his thoughts spun out of control. "If that's all you can leave now," she still frowned. He bared his teeth in frustration, "You piss me off." For the first time she looked angry. She wrenched herself out of his hold, "What is your problem? I haven't done anything to you, I can't help if I'm annoying!" "Demi-" he cut himself off as he ran his hand through his hair. He approached her but she kept stumbling back from him. "Stop walking away from me!" he snarled at her. Demi gave him a sharp look, "You're just doing a job- right? Leave me alone, Onyx. You're confusing me." ••• Demi's magic has plagued her mind ever since she could remember. With a hefty legacy to live up to and a growing threat to her family- nothing else could throw her off, right? Wrong. When recruitments are brought in at the command of her father, the infamous Onyx Wolf certainly was a surprise. ~ i'm so excited for you guys to read the next installment of my little series! #3 in magical creatures 3/4/22 #1 in Onyx 5/4/22