Icarus Crane is a fledgling vampire with a feisty, free spirited attitude. He lives with his sire, and leads a peaceful life with his new family. His sire always warned him to never get near a master vampire. They're dangerous and powerful and hold no emotions what so ever. Once you're taken and claimed, by a master vampire you're more valuable than them because you hold their power. Icarus ignores the rules and runs into someone. Someone that decides he's going to make Icarus his own. This story is rated R, and not edited First book in the Supernatural Lovers series Part of a series but can be read as a stand alone

Book 1 HomeLess Book 2 ReckLess Book 3 SenseLess Being homeless isn't the end of the world. At least, that's what Zachary thought when he found himself on the streets after being kicked out at seventeen. It hadn't been his fault. His father had used him as a scapegoat and won his mother over, thinking that her husband was telling the truth about his cheating and that Zachary was the one who was bringing women over, trying to ruin their marriage. He'd argued his side, but once his mother decided on something, her mind would not be changed. That's how he came to live in the alley near the end of 73rd street between the old bakery and a laundromat. It wasn't anything special, but after three years he'd managed to spruce up the place and make it almost-bearable to live in. Over the years he'd made friends with random people he often passed on the streets and did manage to hold down a few random jobs, but like everything else, they came, then went. Now he was left with fifteen dollars and twenty-two cents, a torn blanket, one outfit, and a dream for a better life. He just didn't know that he'd find it somewhere he'd never thought to look... or with someone he never knew he'd want.

*DISCONTINUED Vincent Knight was the mask of complete insanity marked in the deepest oceans of anguish. They contoured the word psychopath on his pale, canvas skin as if it belonged there. He had the grin of a mad man and the fists of the insane, putting people in pain and he didn't even realize. He didn't realize the pain he caused. He didn't realize his grey eyes were the ones filled with real insanity. You could see the madness in his eyes, but if you look a little closer, you can see the hurt that hides behind pills and beer bottles.

Two demon bounty hunters that are owned by the devil, has to kill a demon that was banished from hell. To make things worse this demon has blended in with humans in a small city. Quinn Clarke's fate entwines with this demon's scheme. "Excuse me, sir". I whisper quietly. He stands in front of me with his back straight and his fixed jaw. "Don't call me sir, I'm not a gentle man", he says directly.

*please I wrote this story at 16/17. I'm 28 and I crying because I would rewrite this in a heartbeat especially coz I sound crazy* so read with caution* I fell in love. I fell in love with a fairytale. Oh Yes I did. You know that one story that gives every little girl hope out there that good things comes to those who wait even in rare but simple gems like a glass slipper. This hope carried me far and beyond. It's a fairytale that is relatable to any prospect of life. There will be your evil stepmother and evil stepsisters, your fairy godmother and your one true prince. It is a fairytale that understands the element of surprise: That what we seek can sometimes appear right in front of us without knocking on our doors. Most especially, it's a fairytale that understand the importance of love: A true prince may not come in shape of perfection but regardless of the imperfections and flaws, he would still remain perfect in your eyes. Regardless of its flaws, Africa was my father and Nigeria was my prince. Africa was my birthplace, born to the greatest warriors on the planet: Shaka Zulu, Nelson Mandela, Cleopatra, Kofi Annan even Didier Drogba the famous footballer. Most especially it was my home. It was the place I learnt to walk, talk, run and now 200000 feet above the ground I look down at my home. Little lights flickering everywhere like fireflies contrasting with the dark night. Maybe one day I will come back to my father. My prince. My Ile.

When her dad gets a promotion in his job, a girl and her family (which has been through a lot of tears and wears) moves into a new town, and adapt to big changes but these changes involve secrets and around this town secrets are never hidden. ~~~~~He stared at me with a smirk and bent down next to me and said,"Your voice is raping my ears and I gotta say it's doing a hell of a job". I shivered and stuttered ,"Wow, you have--e a way with words". ~~~~~~~~~ I was in the locker room, i was ready to take off my pants when he came through the door. I gasped in shock and i said,"You shouldn't be here". He was walking towards me at a constant pace. "What are you doing here", I asked again. "Both you and I know why I'm here", he said getting closer. "I don't know what you want",I said wearily. He pushed me to the lockers. "You know what I want and I know what you need", he said. Shockwaves of his touch entered my body. "Stop moaning", he demanded which made me moaned more.

(Boyxboy) Endymion was an outcast, a werewolf who couldn't transform. He didn't have any place in the pack at all. Death was his sentence however by some miracle he managed to escape. Living a normal life and forgetting about his origins, he was happy. Until the future Alpha of the pack starts to pursue him. Will he run or fight back? And I suck at making descriptions so read? Pretty please?

Leaving a troubled past behind, Dylan starts his first day at a new high school. He's soon wrapped up in his new life, meeting new friends and especially someone to take his mind off the things that happened. However, the past has a way of catching up, and how does he think he can get someone else out of their misery if he can't even help himself? Dylan knows he should know better than to fall for someone new, but Zach isn't just anyone. He's the guy with a face of stone and eyes as cold as a winter's night - a guy without a heart - or so it would seem... They won't like each other at all, they will hate - hate each other senseless. But perhaps that senselessness is what will get them out of their troubles once and for all.

Louis Tomlinson lives in a world where Domination and Submission is a norm. When you are born you are either branded Sub or Dom. Subs get a little pink or blue, depeneding on gender, series of swirls on the back of their neck. Doms get Red or Black, depending on gender, series of swirls on the back of their neck. Louis Tomlinson was branded with a Blue tattoo and his day has finaly come. The day of his 18th birthday where he will be randomly assigned a Dom. This dom could range from younger to older, poorer to richer, and male to female. You never knew what you were going to get. Some Doms were more harsher and stricter than others. Louis didn't want a harsh Dom to submit too. Harry Styles was branded with a Black tattoo and he just recieved in the mail that he was finaly getting a submissive. Harry was a 32 year old man, settled in, and very very rich. He's been waiting for an assigned submissive to be chosen for him for a very long time. His Dom friend, Zayn, has gotten his submissive two years prior, a little spit fire irish boy, Niall. How will Louis cope being under the eye of his new Dom as well as under the eye of the public? He must act perfect inside and outside the home. Submitting to his new, harsh, Dom. He befriends Niall but the boy gets Louis in trouble more than not. Liam's there too. The personal doctor to Zayn and Harry.