Chris was far too young to die when he did, and Ricky accidentally stumbles upon his dead body. Ricky, being the determined young soul he is, decides that he wants to try to give this poor guy his life back, but what he wasn't expecting was for it to actually work. {Ships included: Chris Motionless X Ricky Horror Ryan Sitkowski X Angelo Parente} (Warnings: vulgar language, mild violence, death)

I'm a goddamn monster. I don't know if I'll even make it to Hell. [Slow updates]

This is cringe, I know, but if everyone's got a hobby mine just so happened to be writing this shit. Enjoy also I apologise to miw, but yeah I'll probably still write one shots sometimes so if you want to request something that's fine.

Chris decided he needed a new slave, he had to get rid of his old slave, Devin, because he became too soft towards him, and attached. But he didn't know how irresistible the blue eyed beauty he brought was. Was Chris able to continue being a cold hearted slave master? Or would he let Ricky melt his heart, and change his life forever?

Heavily based on the Fifty Shades Of Grey series. (This book is in the process of being rewritten)

So this is my (not) awesome, amazing, brilliant Cricky fanfic where Chris is the devil's son (cringey, I know) and he owns a bar on earth (brilliant, indeed) and yada yada yada read this pile of garbage to find out what happens when he meets our boii Ricky

He's so delicate. The way he handles the flowers, the gentle smile on his face as he unlocks his shop every day... It's cute. Everything about him is cute.

What if your soulmate isn't your girlfriend but your best friend?

I picked up the TV remote and threw it at the wall as hard as I could. How could he? We were still together. Whether we were talking or not, we were still fucking dating. He fucking cheated on me. Lying fucking bastard. He told me he loved me, and I believed it. He said it after he got laid. I'm the stupid one. I was naive, I believed him when he told me, but I shouldn't have. He said he was in love with someone here, but he never said it was me. If it was me, he wouldn't have fucking cheated. I don't blame him, though, I'd cheat on me too. I'm ugly, I'm fat, I sit around doing nothing all day. The only thing I could've done was treat him right. What guy wants that? Oh right, only all of them. I heard a car door, so I got up and stood in the front doorway. "Chris!" He smiled. "I-" "Why the fuck did a stripper answer your phone?"

{Sequel to Little White Lies} Things are not as they should be. Everything has fallen apart.