The funny thing about true love is that there's no truth in it. There are no happy endings when your life isn't a fairytale, and there's no prince waiting for you when the man you love works on a farm. To be the Queen, I have to give Alistair up. Nobody says it has to be completely...

[DISCLAIMER: This story is intended for a mature audience. Reader discretion is advised.] His name is Khaos, and he came from nowhere. My name is Audrey, and I'm no one. He's broken. I break things. We're perfect for each other, except we're not. Perfect. *NOW ON RADISH FICTION APP ON iOS. UPDATES EVERY SATURDAY KHAOS-DAY*

[SAMPLE] Reed frowned, his eyes filled with confusion when he saw that Lena seemed to be fine. "I heard a scream," he announced stiffly, standing awkwardly over Lena's bed. Beneath the sheets, Lena was torn between renewed arousal and slight mortification. Embarrassment won. "Everything's fine," she muttered, trying to discreetly disengage the battery-operated toy from between her thighs. It was a thick phallus, way too thick to silently exit her wet pússy, but finally, finally, it popped out. "But you screamed." "Because I came, Reed." His bewilderment only grew. "Came where?" And that was when Lena knew that even after what had happened between them last night, Reed was still like a newborn, an innocent. He might have been the most intelligent guy she knew but in many ways, he was still the boy he'd been before the accident that had marred his life. So she heaved out a sigh, clamping her thighs together when she felt his gaze scorch her damp skin. "I had an orgasm, Reed." She calmly spelled it out, wondering if she should mention that it was his cock she'd been imagining inside her. Now that she knew what he was packing, it was impossible to get the image out of her head - not that she was trying. Reed swallowed, a blush creeping up his neck. Lena was instantly turned on by that blush, by his obvious discomfort and arousal. So she did the most natural thing that came to her. She pulled her sheets away.

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Marlon who fell in love with a girl named Cat. Like her name suggests, she had claws --- sharp ones. But the thing about cats with sharp claws is that as much as they hiss and scratch, they still enjoy being stroked... (Working blurb, ha.) *Cover by @bullethood*