[Completed in 2025] Love is not a blessing, but a curse. In the shadowed halls of the Night Court, where vampires rule with quiet cruelty and ancient tradition, they are bound to an unbreakable destiny. Vampires are bound to their human soulmates, and rejection can kill them. Cassian never wanted to believe in fate, but when he discovers his mate, a human with fire in his veins and rebellion in his heart, he has no choice but to face it. Yet his soulmate does not see their bond as destiny. He sees it as a shackle and is determined to bring down the Night Court, even if it means killing the vampire bound to him. Trapped by an attraction he never desired and a love that could kill him, Cassian has to make a choice. Win the human's love, or die trying. But as whispers of a rebellion begin to rise, love isn't the only obstacle Cassian will have to conquer. ---- Cover by nikavillalba on fiverr

Meet Emerson Lane. A twenty-two-year-old college drop-out working on the 23rd floor of the most successful business in the world. Meet Lafayette Jeff. The owner of Lafayette Inc., the most wealthy and most mysterious man in the world. Offered a promotion to be Mr. Jeff's personal assistant, Em easily takes the higher paying job, expecting to be the little gopher of a corporate big wig. Little does he know, though, that Mr. Jeff is not your typical, billion dollar owning boss. And little does Mr. Jeff know, though, that Emerson Lane is not your typical twenty-two-year-old cute gay man either. Working with the mysterious billionaire, Em discovers more than what the media lets on, the many rumors and mysteries that swirl around Lafayette Jeff, finding out the intimate details of such a strong, confident man. And without him realizing it, Mr. Lafayette Jeff is also discovering the very intimate details of the young and attractive Emerson Lane.

Cameron is just your regular bouncer. Well as regular as you can get when you work at a BDSM club, and happen to be a submissive yourself. Despite this, Cameron has resolved himself to being alone, no one wants a submissive as large as himself. Then there's Gavin, too busy being ignorant to see what's right in front of him. Looking for the perfect submissive, he never realized he wouldn't have to look any further than the front door.

[This is a completed Short Novel] Ashton is a werewolf who doesn't fit in, no matter what angle you look at. Not in the way he sees the world, not in the way his mate turned out and definitely not the way he moulded his life. But he is still a werewolf, nonetheless.

Zale is a mess. He's a prince whose crown never fit, teaching at a school for the supernatural instead of preparing to take the throne. He's a siren without a song, and his heart's been shattered. That should have been enough to bear, but now there's a new fae teacher who makes Zale feel again when he would much rather stay numb. Fae have soulmates, don't they? So why won't he leave Zale alone? (Fen's story) A spin-off of the Boundaries trilogy (all can be read standalone): 1. Shifting Boundaries (complete) 2. Enforcing Boundaries (complete) 3. Crossing Boundaries (complete) 4. Resonant (complete) 5. Everlasting (complete)

Jack Hunter is an investigative journalist, so when Crowswood, a mysterious, eerie, small town that only he can enter, reports multiple unsolved murders, his curiosity gets the better of him. When Jack arrives and hears about werewolves hunting people at night, he's more than a little skeptical, but something pulls him deeper and deeper into the forest where the dead bodies were found, and he discovers that it was more than intuition that brought him here, to the werewolves' home. The Wolf King himself has an obsessive attachment to Jack, but Jack is a man of reason and intellect. He doesn't care if the gold-eyed, brooding werewolf says they're mates. Jack knows he doesn't belong in Crowswood, and he's not planning to stay. *** Three new chapters every Friday.

Liar. Murderer. Cutthroat. Thief. Slave. I'm all of these things and yet, none of them at all. Life hasn't been kind to me, teaching me that if I wanted something, I had to crawl, fight and beg for it, just to let it slip out of my grasp. But not anymore... The tables have turned and like a shadow in the night, I'll be sure to pay each and every one of my masters a visit.

When Asmodeus goes missing, Hell falls into chaos. His demons are uncontrollable. Inconsolable. Three weeks after he goes missing, I'm called to retrieve a soul. I'm not sure what I'm walking into since I'm never the one called upon to take a soul; my reapers are always the ones to do the job. Asmodeus is dying. He has been tortured to within an inch of his life, and his soul is ready to leave his body. Not on my watch. And when Beelzebub and Lucifer find out what's happened... Leviathan will wish he'd never been created.

After getting away from his cruel father's tyranny, Randall has to learn how to live and accept the person he was meant to be - with a little help from a local bartender... ***** An empty shell is all that's left of twenty-five-year-old Randall now. After his homophobic father found out he was gay, he had to learn to act someone else to survive through the years of abuse and humiliation. Now he has forgotten the person he once was. He refuses to remember the person he was supposed to be. Emotionally detached and unable to create relationships, Randall's lonely days repeat themselves in the same destructive pattern: go to work, work out, watch TV, and drink, with no way out of that dark, miserable corner he has built for himself. When a gay bar opens doors in his neighborhood, the fragile balance he has created with himself is in danger of being destroyed when his true self tries to break free. To make things worse, there is a new guy at his gym. A kind guy who has a nice voice and loves talking people's ears off. A guy who can see his suffering. A guy who can teach Randall to feel once again. (Warning, this novel contains verbal and physical abuse!) || Gay || BxB || MxM || LGBT || Romance ||

Seulensis. Reino de Kimora. Ano 1420. O príncipe herdeiro Kim Namjoon III estava prestes assumir o trono e o reino inteiro estava em festa. A coroa dourada brilha na mesma intensidade dos olhos de todas as pessoas que ali estavam, presenciando um novo rei surgir. Mas olhar nenhum brilhava mais que o do Comandante do Exército Real, que ali, podia ver de perto o seu Rei se tornar o monarca de toda uma nação. Namjoon era o Rei de Kimora, mas também era o de Jungkook, que o escolhera como seu Rei desde a primeira vez que se viram. Namjoon era o Rei de Jungkook, aquele qual tinha um pedaço vivo dele dentro de si, junto de sua alma. Namjoon era o Rei de Jungkook, por escolha, destino e porque o fazia inteiro. (+18/Royal!au) #NamjoonMeuRei Fanfic por Sereia - springmooni/btavaresx × Novembro 2020