When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword, blood spiling below to floorboards, like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who joined. But he knew this was the price he'd pay. The price for the sea itself. So when his crew completes another standard loot and pillage from a merchant ship, he allows his men a bit of fun. He liked to give them an audience, rounding up those who didn't fall victim to the blade during battle, and forcing them to beg for their lives. To prove how much they really wanted to live. Alistair had ruled the sea for some years now. Killed thousands, maybe tens of thousands. Destroyed hundreds, maybe thousands of vessels. And yet, each feeble human was all the same. There was not one man he threatened that didn't beg for their lives with all they had in them when faced with the wrong end of the sword. Each feeble human was always the same. Or so he thought. And yet, he also thought that this would be one standard job. A treat for his men after a night of good work. But this particular survivor, the one with long white hair and dead looking eyes... He wasn't a merchant. He couldn't have been. More important, there was no hesitancy when Alistair asked the fairly built man whether he wanted to live, and the man replied with a simple no.

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

Simon Love is maybe a bit of a dick. He's smart, but he's lazy, and he doesn't know how to live without his mom's meatloaf and at least 4 different investment accounts. After graduating from college, he can't bring himself to leave the comfort of his hometown, so when the newest tech giant, TechNet, plants its HQ roots in his very own Baker, Ohio, Simon knows this must be fate. And when TechNet brings in a local architect to draw up plans to spruce up the building, Simon can't help but notice his construction crew. More specifically, the tall twenty-something wearing a canvas tool belt, a beat-up Sox hat, and a small, heart-stopping smile that has the entire office talking. And it seems like Simon is the only one who doesn't know why.

Kaiden has been attending the same boarding school for the past two years. Ever since the first night he fell asleep in his dorm, he'd been experiencing the worst possible nightmare. When he meets a boy named Fin, things get even more complicated. Especially when he becomes the only thing Kaiden looks forward to.

After being target by several unfortunate attacks, Thomas Miller is hired to protect Ethan Shelton, Chief Operating Officer at the prestigious Shelton empire. The renown bodyguard is forced to deal with Ethan's deviant and resisting behaviour, with Ethan not wanting the other man to follow him like a shadow. With no choice in the decision, both of them have to learn how to get along with seeing each other everyday until Thomas goes back home. ~~~~~~~~~~ Noticeable Rankings: • LGBT - #9 (6/11/20) • Manxman - #1 (16/1/21) • Manlove - #1 (11/9/20) • Office - #1 (27/12/20) • Hate - #1 (4/1/21) • Cheesy - #1 (27/12/20) • Gay - #2 (19/9/20) • Boyxboy - #2 (2/10/20) • Enemiestolovers - #5 (17/11/20) • Demisexual - #7 (15/11/20)

-- Wattys 2021 Winner!-- When Luis, an Alpha werewolf, learns his mate Rowan is human, he worries Rowan won't accept him, only to discover that his mate is more essential to the werewolf world than anyone could have guessed. ***** Eighteen-year-old Rowan Arti just wants to enjoy the mountain air and scenic views on his senior camping trip. The last thing he anticipated was Luis Delgado, his quiet and brooding peer who suddenly seems to be everywhere. As unexplainable forces pull him towards Luis, Rowan uncovers a secret in himself that even the pack couldn't have predicted. And with unknown dangers closing around them, Rowan might just be the key to the pack's survival. [[word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Cover designed by Regina Dionela Book One of the Solar Flare series

When sixteen-year-old New York City native Neo O'Reilly is dropped off with his extended family in Hawaii for the summer, he's terribly out of his element. And with his militaristic aunt, over-excited older cousin, and a small town swimming with total strangers, he's not sure he'll ever get used to it. This plain, happy-go-lucky town just isn't for him. After all, Neo has a secret: He's taken something he shouldn't have. Yet, Neo realizes the town is not so simple as he thought when he meets Kit Kawamoto: a mute boy living in the abandoned house at the top of the hill. What follows is a whirlwind of secrets revealed, destinies questioned, and love realized. Two boys, a stolen item, and a curse: this is The House Above the Sea.

This is the rewritten (better!) version of Boys Will Be Boys DISCLAIMER: This book will contain foul language and general idiocy. I started writing this almost six years ago, and many of the writing techniques and actual content are no longer representative of me as a writer. Nonetheless, I do hope it makes you happy to read. CW/TW: (internalized and general) homophobia, other TWs are specified as needed in chapters *** "You good Keke?" I felt a hand slap my back and looked up excitedly, lips splitting into a grin when Lukas dragged a stool over next to mine. He nudged me with his shoulder, a small smile on his lips. "Don't fucking call me that, and yeah, 'm alright," I yawned, resting my head on my forearm and leaning so I could meet Lukas' eyes. "Just tired and sore" I admitted, letting my legs dangle so I could knock them into Lukas' in a repetitive pattern. He looked down in surprise, which soon turned to determination as we waged a silent war between who could kick each other harder and evade the other's attack. "Yeah, I'm still sore from last night too" Lukas murmured, wincing when I got him in the shin. "Same here" DJ piped in, echoed quietly by Roger who was still lost in his own world. "You guys make it sound like we had a massive orgy last night"

❝poisonous fangs can only reap poisonous fruit.❞ Nerluce - named for light - dwells in darkness. It was forged from the shadows of the great beasts, who flash their cruel fangs and crueler insults, who seek to choke the light from his chest with their iron chains, who despise all who are not like them. Disdain for gods and men is made in dim places. Hunger for ruin is cultivated on a starving stomach. Power for destruction is rarely given but when it is, oh, the world will burn. CONTENT WARNINGS (16+) Profanity, violence and gore, alcohol usage, neglect and verbal abuse, self-destructive actions and suicidal ideation, minor character death, and morally-questionable people doing morally-questionable things. [[WORD COUNT: 150,000]] COVER BY APHRODITE270