[boyxboy] [completed] [unedited] Soot is a slave at the royal palace. He earned his name from his job of cleaning away the cinders and soot that cover the many hearths of the castle. Though he is locked up at night, worked to exhaustion and barely able to walk on his mangled legs Soot likes to keep his hopes and spirits high. When the announcement of a ball is sent to the staff, Soot finds himself growing excited to witness and be apart of setting up one of the biggest celebrations of the century. If only Soot could get his mind off of the mysterious knight who had whisked him off his feet long enough to finish cleaning. ✨ Grimm is the prince, a legendary warrior and the leader the kingdom is yearning for. He's also fighting with everything he has to marry for love and not for political gain. When he nearly tramples an angel on a hunt he finds himself falling head over heels for a boy who keeps disappearing. But Grimm will do anything for his angel, even if that means losing control. ✨✨✨ A little bit of Cinderella meets Werewolf (my two favorite things) I don't claim for this to be a happy story but it has a happy ending This is story is so inconsistent, just let the record show that I have admitted that it is not good, I will fix it one day... hopefully Please feel free to comment and vote I love feedback of all sorts Completed July 5, 2020

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP

He was tall, lanky, with unimaginably pale skin, and his arms and legs were bent up unnaturally underneath his body. Blood stained his clothes and his jaw hung off of his face, skewed to one side, arms and legs laced with gashes and cuts. He had wounds covering him, marring his skin in a mix of flesh and dirt, and Mel's gaze was instantly jerked upwards to his eyes. Pure white, filmy and stark, they seemed to light up the train car with a terrifying, inhuman glow. And then, in the blink of an eye, he was charging forward through the car. -- Four people wake up, sore and dazed, in a subway train deep below the city. They have no memory of where they are or how they got there, and are shocked to see that the train doesn't seem to ever stop. Fighting their way to the front, they realize that the strange, rabid people on the train aren't what they seem, and that a terrifying world of mutation, human greed, and power lay just beyond the station. -- Thank you for considering my book! It means a lot to me, and I'm very grateful for every single one of my readers. However, before you read, I urge you to read the TWs below in case you are sensitive to/don't care to read about any of these topics! TW // zombies, (semi?)cannibalism, murder, blood, gore, swearing

(This story was written before SCP-166's File was changed on the website) SCP-166 (The Teenage Succubus): SCP-166 appears to be a female human in her mid to late teens, of average height and slender build. Medical and physiological analysis indicates several deviations from baseline human norms, including accelerated hair growth (approximately 20cm per month), vulnerability to airborne particulate matter such as cigarette smoke and aerosols (which can induce symptoms similar to an acute asthma attack), increased sensitivity to pressure ulcers, and alterations in dietary requirements. SCP-166 is noted for her unusual effect upon human males. Upon establishing visual contact with SCP-166, 100% of human males tested attempted immediate sexual contact, regardless of their normal sexual orientation. In approximately 70% of these test subjects, the impulse faded after being removed from SCP-166's presence. In 30% of these cases, however, the desire turned into obsession, resulting in violent attempts to gain access to SCP-166. Class-A amnestics were efficacious in 43% of these cases; the remainder required termination. SCP-166's effect on males causes her a large amount of distress. For this reason and others, contact between her and any human male is strictly prohibited, but is tested weekly with different types of males. Only women are allowed to engage and work with SCP-166. Testing went on as usual, until one day...

"Hey, Keith? Are you done yet?" Lance asks from behind the door. "Can I come in?" "Yeah, I'm done changing." Out of curiosity, Keith looks over his shoulder of how Lance will enter his room. He eyes the door. "Aaaaannnddd, you're in your boxers." Lance says. Silence. Sonovabish went through the door! *Where Lance is a ghost and Keith is the only one who can hear him! :0 Join Keith as he discovers the revelations and the truth behind Lance's death.