Azaziah Azar is not like the pirates he shares a ship with. He never would have led them to the fabled Golden Siren if he'd known it really existed. He wishes he hadn't. Az and the siren are both trapped on board The Merry, captained by the unstable Rowan Slade and forced to work for him. At first, they want nothing to do with each other. To Az, the siren is an unfeeling, dangerous predator. To the siren, Az is just another pirate out to make a pretty penny off his shining golden scales. But as Slade's plans for the siren escalate, Az realises that maybe sirens and humans aren't so different after all. When feelings start to develop between the two, and Slade's work causes the siren's stress to reach its peak, Az will learn that what is right isn't always what is easy. Cover art by Limey

"I will never leave you; I can give you everything they didn't. You're all mine." His gloved hand gripped the lead pipe as he brought it down on the orderlies' skull, the sickening crunch sounding like music to his ears. A pool of blood quickly formed, chunks of brain matter mixing with the thick red liquid. The masked man rarely felt a rage like this, but they had finally stepped over the line. They beat him, mocked him, humiliated him. Treated him like a lowly dog, viewed him as less than dirt. He had to suffer through it all, his ability to speak being held captive by his master until he was freed. He suffered in silence, not even able to hide behind his frowny faced mask, his only true respite gone and in some filing cabinet as 'evidence'. But then she showed up. She was his psychologist; he was under her care. She stepped in, protecting him from the abuse he endured, stopping others from kicking him when he was down. And he knew just how he was going to repay her kindness.

𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱. 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱. Fingers clenching the unforgiving steel of the chair. 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱. 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱. Lips parted, struggling to fill burning lungs with air. 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱. 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱. A crooked smile fixed upon her bruised face, thinking of the agony she'd inflict on her wrongdoers. 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱. 𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘱. Suddenly, red lights begin to flicker as a screeching alarm wails. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. •.•.•.•. Heads up, this book is recommended for ages 16+! It's contains descriptive gore and foul language. Fanart used in the cover was created by: ijustwannahavefunn Make sure you check them out if you haven't already, they make some seriously awesome stuff!

Hermitcraft Season 5 has ended, and the hermits head through the portal, ready to start a new world, as Hermitcraft Season 6! Except... Something doesn't seem right about this world they have entered.. It almost seems... corrupted? What.. what happened to this place..? -------- Eyo! This is my first ever fic, and I hope I do it justice! The beginning is a bit ruff, I'll admit, but, I'm sure I'll get the hang of it soon(hopefully)! The idea belongs to @CEPHALOTUS , who has allowed me to write a fic about it, so, thank them for the idea! This fic will also be up on AO3 and Tumblr, posted under the name "ZecoriTheWeirdOne", so, feel free to go check it out there, if you want to! Cover art made by me, Fic Name by April on the hermits and evos Discord(seriously, thank them for the title, without them, this probably would've just been called "my hc-evo fic" or something like that(i'm not good at names))

"Sweetheart," His voice was low, an attempt at comforting you as he held your face. You turned away, flinching as his thumb ran circles on your cheek. "I'm not going to ever hurt you..." His voice was soft, but you knew better. God, you knew better. "I'm keeping you safe..." he murmured. "You make me feel ... like I'm getting better." "You'll be safe if you just stay with me..." Authors note: Chapters are written in long format, meaning this is going to read far more as a book. I update as much as I have time for, but in saying this, lots of editing and re-writing occurs and takes time. I take care in this story as it means a lot to me as a passion project and want it to be something I can be proud of. Thank you for understanding and I hope you all can enjoy this as much as I love writing it! -M

Life in Cantwell, Alaska is dismal at best. The town is small and everyone knows everyone. So, when a large family of adopted teens and their single father move and enroll in Cantwell School it is completely understandable why everyone is so interested in them. And honestly I can't help but feel somewhat bad for them, despite how rude and annoying most of the family is. After all, nothing is ever private in such a small town. //slow burn yo [Creepypasta x Reader]

Hiding in a condemned building, you're stuck in a closet overhearing a drug deal. After the dealer leaves, you leave your hiding spot only to hear a scream... Original story by ValentinesDayGreen, writer of Chains! --- Fair warning the first 27 chapters are by VDG, but I am continuing this story myself since she's not in the creepypasta fandom anymore.