This is a yaoi paring of Sebastian X Ciel otherwise known as Sebaciel. This contains smut and its gay love. Don't like? Don't read.

What the fuck is the purpose to a manners school? Not what I was expecting I'll tell you that. {Basically a BDSM school fic. Larry/Niam/Zustin/Ziam/Ziall} Cover made by the amazing @cuddlybabyhaz

"Don't make homes out of people. This will leave you homesick and sad, missing arms that cannot hold roofs, hearts with shaky foundations." I made a home out of him. He was where I curled up and cried. He was where I felt most comfortable. He was where no makeup was worn. He was my foundation. He built me up, but I never felt like I was truly his home. I knew I was his true home, but I felt like nothing but his guest house, where he'd stay when he was drunk or just had a lot on his mind. Where he'd crash when he was on a downfall. Where he felt most comfortable, sometimes... Only sometimes. But, I still loved him... I had no place to judge him, seeing as though I wasn't even a halfway house when we met... I just wish my home was more welcoming sometimes. I wish my home had warm colors on his walls so I could feel more at ease sometimes. I wish my home had no doors so he wouldn't be able to shut me out so often. I wish my home was made out of something other than bricks and steel so he couldn't be so cold sometimes.. One night, he told me, "As long as I'm your home... You'll never need any other shelter." So, I stayed. And, I got adjusted to those black and white walls and those hard doors and that foundation made of bricks and steel. I made a home out of him, and I'm living comfortably sheltered from the world. And, I'm afraid I'll never be able to move out.

You, the reader, and everybody else are apart of my little game. See, I'm not normal. I'm crazy. Delusional. Psycho. Those words taunt me every time, day and night. It drives me insane. Crazy enough to kill a person. Don't worry. I'm not out to kill you. I'm searching for my prey. My number one target. Siobhan Lewis.

"Being a sex therapist ain't all it's cracked up to be. Business is business." - Dr. August.

"ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴏɴᴀᴇ ᴀᴜɢᴜsᴛ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴏᴠɪᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴀʀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ.." Each time the August family hears that on the news, their hearts turn more and more stone cold. From his mother's sobbing, to his father's rage, Ramiro's caught in the middle of it all. It makes his stomach churn, knowing that his little sister could be out there, all alone, without him by her side. He's been protecting her ever since she was born, and he wasn't going to let this stop him. Someone had answers as to where she was. And Ramiro was going to find those answers, even if it means tracking down long lost relatives and healing old family wounds. He wasn't going to stop until he saw his sister's smile again. © THEAZUREFILES, all rights reserved.

fer·vor ˈfərvər want, longing "ι'м proтecтιɴɢ yoυ ғroм нιм." Were the words he told me. At first, I didn't believe his crazy banter, the way he went on and on about some mysterious man- whose name he won't tell me. I believed he was crazy; the one who's been stalking me the whole time, but he has the scars to prove it.. Aaliyah Turner has found herself in a ditch, that she's trying to dig herself out of. She's had the strong sense that someone has been following her around, watching her every move. She constantly looking over her shoulder, and is always in a state of paranoia. One night, she's kidnapped, and is added to the list of missing person's cases at the police department. But her kidnapper has a reason for doing what he's done.. "ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ'ｓ ｔｒｙｉｎｇ ｔｏ ｋｉｌｌ ｙｏｕ．" © THEAZUREFILES, all rights reserved.