Ronan Hastings thought in lists. Depending on who you asked, this might be called a strategy, a shortcoming, a merit, or a crutch. Maybe even a coping mechanism. If he had to make a list to sum up his life at the moment, it would look something like this: 1. He was one of six in a group of thieves, and a good one at that. 2. He only had four friends in the world. 3. He was probably in love, and it didn't feel good. 4. Stealing didn't feel too good anymore, either, but he didn't have anything else. 5. He was the type of person others cared for enough to make promises to, but never enough to keep them. 6. There was something about the newest member of their team that he couldn't bring himself to trust.

Prince Sage, the man next in line to be king, offers to nurture a dying house plant back to life. He soon realises that the plant has a mind of its own, and perhaps a body too. Sage Green knows only rules. He doesn't break them, he doesn't do anything to look out of place. He sets a strong example and lives to make his parents proud. Though Sage is very out of touch with his passions. He lives to please, he lives to do his duty. Sage doesn't like to inspire, or to search for inner peace, or to truly appreciate the land beyond his Palace walls. That is, until his new Valet brings chaos to his comfortable world.

Danya, a mage with a secret, is nineteen when he's finally sold as a gift. But the man he's been given to has no need or want for a slave.

EDITED VERSION ~~~~~~~ Book One of the Forgotten Series. ~~~~~ An Omega must do as an Omega is told. The lesson had been burned into her brain since she was ten years old. A nineteen year old girl who does not know her name, her birthday or her parents. All she knows is what has been beaten into her. The Omega's Mantra. An Omega must do as an Omega is told. One moment changes everything. It sends her life spiraling into chaos and ruin and pushes her closer and closer to death. A simple rejection, a half severed mate bond and the order to tell no one what has happened. An Omega must do as an Omega is told. A red ribbon for banishment and a blue eyed man calling for justice as she makes her walk barefoot in the snow. Cold winds tearing at her skin and the howls of the wolves waiting for her beyond the tree line but she still moves her weak body forward at an Alpha's command. An Omega must do as an Omega is told. Being saved will always come at a price and the girl Alpha Lawrence affectionately called Mary Mary after her favorite nursery rhyme, has paid the price a hundred times over. Now she must be taught that 'Once an Omega' doesn't always mean 'Always an Omega' because family can be found at the darkest of times and not all Omegas need to do as they are told. Trying to work through the mess of her mind, she tries to discover who she is under the cloak of Omega. Drowning in her memories and her anxiety, she struggles to find solid ground before her problems pull her under completely, smothering her cries as she fights for normalcy. All the while she feels she is tethered to something, or someone, she left behind in the pack that banished her.

"Good, you're early. Perfect. Come with me." From the tour Don gave me yesterday I knew he was taking me to the kitchen. I guess I'm about to find out why. "Make me that wicked cup of coffee you spoke about." God, his accent. "As you wish, sir," I said with a mock British accent. "And what flavor do you prefer?" I asked, looking at the variety of International Delight creamers. "Pick the one you like." His voice was smooth and soft as he said that. I couldn't stop myself from smiling or turning around to look at him. He had his butt resting against the counter. He had his arms crossed over his chest and one foot over the other as he watched me. I felt my breathing pick up at how sexy he looked. My God. He wore high water pants, this time green, and boat shoes instead of loafers. Someway somehow he managed to pull off a leather jacket with that outfit. I don't know much about fashion but I would not even dare to put those two together. I could tell he had really broad shoulders. An image flashed through my mind. I had my hands underneath his arms and my fingernails digging into his shoulder as he backed me up against a wall and wrap my legs around his waist, fucking me hard against the wall. Jesus Christ, I hope Tommy doesn't ask me about him again because he's going to be very pissed if I tell him I imagined my boss banging me against the wall.

How do you get your life back when you have gone through hell? I wouldn't know; it has been two years and a half and I barely survive each day. Oh! I pretend I'm alright, teaching my classes, working on my research, going out with my friends, hiding behind a mask of normality. But this is just a facade. I can barely sleep most nights and often have nightmares that leave me drenched in sweat. My life is just plainly pathetic until I meet one certain student's older brother. My name is Anthony, I am twenty-nine and I am going to tell you how I submitted to the love of my life. I am a Dominant. I love to have total control over my partners, giving commands that they obey, managing every aspect of their life. I guess this is my way of coping with the childhood I endured around my controlling and abusive father. I thought I had found the perfect Submissive but he left me, feeling too oppressed under my dominance - I admit I am excessively strict - so I am still searching for this special someone until I meet my little brother's math teacher. My name is Ethan, I am thirty and I am going to tell you how I subdued the love of my life.

It's starts with a note stuck to his locker door. 'If you ever want to talk'. Caleb knows the note isn't for him, but it's not like the note is signed. So maybe it is? Only it isn't. It's definitely not. ___ A short story written for WattPride, sorry if it's hastily written I just really wanted to get it up and out in time <3

A series of lgbtq+ [and occasionally general] one-shot stories. Any requests? Send them my way x

(BxB) "I don't believe in ghosts," Koda whispered. "Well," Alfie twisted the ring on his index finger. An excited shine returned to his eyes. His crush had never stared for so long, "would you believe me if I said that your mother is standing right behind you?" A week after Alfie's crush loses his parent, they are forced to talk when the ghost of Koda's mother reaches out to Alfie, demanding to speak with her son. Among the mist of grief, It wasn't any ordinary ghost wanting to say a final goodbye to the one she loved, it wasn't just an affectionate relationship developing between the ghost's son and the medium, it was the beginning of something much more dangerous.