"Oomph!" The sound rushed out of my mouth as the door opened before I could reach the handle and my body hit a wall. I took a step back and realized that it wasn't in fact a wall, but instead a very attractive male. I looked up at his head to see a very messy, but sexy, mop of black hair on top of his head. When I looked closer, I noticed that his hair was a very deep brown that was probably often mistaken for black. My gaze traveled downward to his eyes, where I found two deep, ocean blue eyes looking back at me. My gaze travelled farther down to his crooked nose, to which I assumed came from too many fights. My eyes finally found his pink, very plump lips, which were turned into a sneer. "You have got to be kidding me!" His pink lips said in a very offensive voice. My eyes turned questioning as I looked back up into his eyes. "Whatever, lets finish this. I, Ashton Carter, reject you, as my mate." He, or Ashton, said with venom lacing his voice. He quickly turned and walked down the now vacant hallway with no glance back. Rejection? On my first day? The first person I make eye contact with at this school, rejects me. I guess that's how this school works, if the hottest boy in school rejects you, you're a nobody. So much for making friends, or mates, or whatever they call people at this school. I shake those ocean blue eyes out of my head and continue into the office to start my new life.

(Book 2) (Sequel to *Warning:do not bite*) Cyan can't remember a time before war. From what he's picked up from passing servants over the years, it's been almost eighteen years going with no sign of ending anytime soon. He's spent all of his life in a palace, doted on by everyone on the direct order of King Elijah, the strongest blood angel in existence. Oh yes King Elijah. The mysteriously sexy man he's seen a handful of times in eighteen years. The man who makes his heart ache and has been the star of every single one of his fantasies since puberty. With his eighteenth birthday approaching quickly, cyan is thrust into a world he had been shielded from all his life. Who really is King Elijah? Why is cyan so drawn to him no matter how many secrets he keeps? What is this war all about? What is the real end game for all of this?And why won't anyone tell him the truth? In a world where death is just on the other side of the mountain, what do you fight for?

Everyone thinks that they will live long enough to enjoy the golden years, then die in a natural unassuming manner, and I was no exception to this way of thinking, that was until I woke up strapped naked to a steel bed like an offering to a butcher, in a strange white room, fill with neatly stack torture devices. I should have been scared out of my mind, yet strangely as I await my torturous end, I find myself enjoying this sick journey into death’s cold arms and enjoying the company of the man that will drag me there. If death should be feared, why do I feel so excited by the possibility of it claiming me? All I know its going to be a bloody ride. Disclaimer: That wonderful work of art on the cover is not mine, I am just using it for visual purposes. All rights reserve, this is my hard written work, do not steal or copy, if you do I will hunt you down with my CHOCOLATE CUTTER and................... Well just lets leave it as that shall we O.o

NOTE: The story contains mature actions and issues. It tells about the love between two young men. The story is NOT edited, but I have begun with that, so please read the Author's Note CAREFULLY, thank you. How do fire and ice combine together? Meet Travis Henderson, sort of new student, blunt to extreme when he can't keep his tongue on a leash, extravagant, vain and cocky as a cat and afraid of nothing. Well, almost. Although with his looks it's very difficult to walk-by unnoticed, he wants to keep a low profile and prefers to stay alone and the company of his I-pod only. Oh, did we mention he is gay? Proud and loud, he would say. Travis knows no half measures when it comes to feelings; he feels a fire burning inside him and has to let it out. Travis must have the object of his interest no matter what, but fire can really burn and hurt you, even if you are its master. And what happens when you realize who you want is the only man impossible to have? Yes, Travis is like a burning and shining ball of fire. Meet Aleksandr Lebedev, half Russian half American, star of the ice-hockey school team. Being 6′3″ tall with a fierce and dangerously annoyed glare make him one of the most feared guys in school. And he likes to be feared by useless and annoying people, since he doesn't appreciate to be involved in others' business at all. Sasha is like the solid and cold ice on which he skates, and only his family and closest friends have a place in his glacial world and heart. That's all you will ever get from Aleksandr and mind well not to annoy him. There is ice in his veins and nothing else. How will it turn out to bump into a constant magnet for trouble? How fire and ice combine together? Will the cold ice extinguish the fire or will the burning and unpredictable fire melt the ice?

**This is a BoyxBoy story that is unedited. It was written in 2009 and finished in around 2015. You've been warned!** Verin is a demon and the best part, he's the prince of the Underworld. He's completely ignorant and can't help but act spoiled as he wishes. All he cares about is getting the throne so that his lazy, sex-drive father can get off it. His father wants Verin to go buy a slave to learn responsibilities and Verin begrudgingly does as told. Now, he as a pet werewolf named Faolan as his slave, and he has no idea what to do with him. Instead of planning to use him and quickly get rid of him as planned for when he gets the throne, would he end up falling for this little werewolf? But what Verin doesn't know was that there are other things going on inside the castle besides learning responsibility. There were many secrets that were left untold that Verin would get sucked into. This could lead to him losing the throne especially if he falls in love with a male werewolf. So, will Verin fight for what he wants? **This whole story is unedited so I apologize ahead of time for all grammatical errors, plot holes, rushed areas/dry ones and so many more stuff**

I remember the first time I saw Raven Beaumont, all five feet of pure gorgeousness. Thrown out of his home by his stepmother after his father's passin', my sister found him on the streets. Lord only knows the kind of temptation that boy offered and knowin' he was in love with me made it all the more harder. He was too young, too inexperienced for a man like me and so I had to cut him loose. After a date gone wrong Raven returned home broken inside and the only way I knew to bring him back was with love. Love I didn't want to give him in the first place. hell with letting him go. That one taste of him had me hooked like a fish. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My books are written explicitly for a MATURE AUDIENCE. There will be some instances/scenes/ suggestions of sexual acts and will portray gay relationships between males. If you do not enjoy stories of this nature please leave now. I will not condone/defend/accept any sort of attacks on my stories, my characters or myself. It is well within your right to choose what type of entertainment you prefer but I will not be blamed for your curiosity. Read at your own risk. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Copyright © 2018 by @notbackingdown All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, copied or printed without express permission from the Author. Published: 14/03/2016 %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%

Life is unfair, something that Zayne knows from experience. His whole life is unfair. His birth wasn't allowed, his existence hated as his mother gave him up to chase her own dreams. Punished for choices he didn't even make,Zayne has only known a cruel and bitter life with his pack, the life of an Omega. Through a twist of Fate, Zayne falls in the hands of a group of dog fighters and has to endure two years of grueling pain and hunger before the ASPCA steps in and saves him. All trust in humanity lost, Zayne wouldn't, couldn't trust anyone near him. Least of all the werewolves that are supposed to adopt him into the pack.

***This story is Manxman and it is rated R for sexual content! If you are bothered by that then please do not read. I will not tolerate any ignoramous comments about how wrong it is. You have been warned so simply back away slowly or turn and run like hell but do not message me in disgust or complaint if you choose to read and see something you don't want to! **** Will is running from more than just the man who held him prisoner, he is running from the memories, the pain, the knowledge of what he's been made to do and the way he's been used. Running away at night seemed the logical choice until he found himself running straight into a blizzard and realized that he'd die of cold out there alone--but at least he would die free. Turner has all he wants in his sanctuary up in the mountains. His horse, his mule and his trust coonhound, Beaux, are the only company he desires. Three years he'd been alone and tried telling himself that he was content but all that changes the day he finds a dying man in a snow bank. Neither of these men were looking for love but what better way to make fate laugh than to talk about your own plans... and there's just something that happens, some magic in the air, when it's Christmas time, you're fighting attractions and you find yourself snowed in.