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"The dark beast began to turn, its movement slow and deliberate. Every muscle in my body tensed despite the searing pain. My breath came in rapid, shallow gasps, my chest heaving as if it might burst. Its amber eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, the forest fell away. We were inches apart, predator and prey caught in a moment of frozen time. I could almost laugh at the absurdity of it - this creature, wanting me for itself, as if claiming a prize."

"A mate will love you and only you. No other can compare to you and he or she will treasure you above all and everything in the world," mommy says to me as she kissed my forehead. I sighed dreamily. I can't wait till I find my mate. He'll be perfect and handsome and funny and smart and brave and beautiful and he'll love me... only ever me... and... and... Present This hurts so much. Seeing and hearing and knowing my mate, the one who's supposed to love me above all, me, only me is in love with somebody else. I'd hate him if I could. I'd reject him if I could... I wish I could. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Important My books are written explicitly for a MATURE AUDIENCE 18 YEARS AND OLDER. There will be some instances/scenes/suggestions of sexual acts, crude language, MPREG and will portray gay relationships between males. If you do not enjoy stories of this nature please leave now. I will not condone/defend/accept any sort of attacks on my stories, my characters or myself. It is well within your right to choose what type of entertainment you prefer but I will not be blamed for your curiosity. Read at your own risk. ****

Azrael Harrison, born to the Bloodwalkers, one of the most powerful packs of wolves in the world. Worse, they have a bloody and sadistic history, known to attack and leave none standing. Countless wars stain his family's history, and yet the worst is one that nobody can remember. One that a few are desperate to keep hidden. One that someone tries to force to light the moment Azrael takes his father's place as Alpha. Grayson, known only because of the prestigious title of Chief Warrior his father holds. He tries to avoid those around him as much as possible, fearing that one of them will come to close and see the bruises that mar his body. Forced to grow up and abandon his youth, he tries to get through a semblance of a normal life. His "normal" life is thrown out the window when Azrael grabs him one day, claiming to be his mate. Chaos ensues with the two male mates, paired together by the Goddess. It's the perfect cover for someone to begin sabotaging the fragile peace and get the revenge they have been chasing for. ✳⋆✳⋆✳⋆✳⋆✳⋆✳⋆✳

"What I was going to say was selfish..." He mumbled. I edge closer to him until my hand slowly cradled his cheek. Tilting his head up to look at me. "Please let me know what it was." I beg him pathetically. He begins to chew his lip and that's when I knew he was nervous. Nervous about what? I'm not exactly sure. "With everything I said...I was going to say at the same time...never...leave me." He confessed painfully almost. That's when I lost all sense of control and pressed my lips onto his. Kissing him with all my strength and all the built up desire that's accumulated. I continued to kiss him until at some point my tongue made it's way into his mouth. Tasting a sweet flavor that I've never encountered. As I got deeper in the kissing I feel myself fly back into a tree. Slammed against it that I felt myself lose my breath. Trying to catch it, I look up at Achille. His eyes were now a crimson red that intrigued me. He shook his head and suddenly he was gone in a blur. Confused, I stood as I had to pop my back from the hard hit into the tree. Looking in the direction Achille ran off, I knew I couldn't see him because it'd be a blur. Always thought it was fascinating how when he runs you can't see it. Being a vampire must be...fascinating. Yet he makes it out to be hell. I can't understand that kind of complicity of being a vampire and the issues. I get it, they drink blood. Though there's multiple things beside humans that offer blood! He acts like it's so horrific. I would love to know what it felt like for a day. Just one day...

Hunter Dannings was a young CEO who had given up on love. But when he met River Conyers, a single dad and bar owner, his life began to change. Being around River gave him hope, and being around his daughter, Melodie, let Hunter imagine creating the family he's always wanted. But River doesn't let people in easily. And falling for him puts Hunter at risk for more heartbreak than he's ever known. ----- "Thanks for bringing me home." "It's no problem," Hunter shrugged, crossing his arms against the bitter Toronto cold. "You did the same for me." "Yeah," River started in, but paused, fingers tightening around the doorknob. "Maybe I should return the favor." In two large steps, River stepped in front of Hunter. His breath left his lips in small clouds as he stared determinedly at Hunter's mouth. Hunter's body was confused. After battling the oncoming winter chill for so long, it was strange to suddenly have River in front of him, warming his skin from proximity alone. Fingertips tinged pink by the cold reached up, grabbing Hunter's jacket and using the fabric to pull the taller man down. "You were gone for so long and never reached out," River croaked, fists tightening around the fabric of Hunter's coat. "Never sent me a text or gave me a call." "I'm sorry." "Are you?" River's whispered words warmed Hunter's lips, teasing him with the promise of more. "Then prove it." __________________________________ Highest Rankings: #1 unlimitedpride #1 gayness #1 parent/singleparent #1 nosmut #3 lgbtlove/lgbtlovestory #4 manxman/gaylove #5 fallinginlove #7 bxblove #16 wattpride #22 mxm #32 Gay #51 malexmale #54 lgbt #64 bxb #99 boyxboy/single-parent #200 BL #294 lgbtq Date Started: 02/02/2024 Date Completed: 10/4/2024

[BxB] "What are you doing out here?" a towering figure asked, his voice sharp and bitter. "Don't you know the woods aren't safe at night?" Jace squinted into the darkness, trying to make out the speaker. "I'm sorry," he stammered, brushing dirt off his arm as he sat on the cold ground. "I got lost." _____________________________ In Everwood, everyone knows the forest is treacherous, especially after sunset. Legends of a mysterious mansion hidden deep within the woods have kept townsfolk on edge for generations. But Jace Sawyer has never believed in those old stories. At eighteen, Jace runs through the forest every evening, dismissing his father's and grandparents' warnings as nothing more than superstition. After all, nothing bad has ever happened during his runs-until the night he strays too far and gets lost. What Jace discovers in the shadows will change his life forever...

Tyler Lewis is a 17-year-old openly gay boy who's been heartbroken so many times. After finding a new "love" his parents were afraid that his heart would break again. Meeting his new partner, his parents weren't pleased, however, Tyler insisted on continuing to see the other man. Fed up with his attitude, his parents desperately tried to look for a way out. A few days later, Tyler's parents received a call from one of their old college friends. The Young family was composed of Hunter, their eldest son Hunter (age 28) and their youngest son Nathan (age 21). The situation with Tyler brought up old agreements between his parents and the Young family. It was the agreement that, when the time came, The Lewis' eldest child would marry the Young's eldest child. Unfortunately, they didn't anticipate both of them to be boys, but this didn't seem to be a problem to both parties. Tyler and Hunter hated the idea, but that wasn't the biggest problem. The biggest problem was that Hunter was as straight as a pole. *** WARNING *** This book contains relationships between two men. At some points in the story, there will be [R] rated content that will not be suitable for minors. Please read at your own risk! *** EDITING IN PROGRESS ***

Flames had followed Erin his entire life. It began with the grisly housefire that consumed his father. Henri Maye had been Erin's entire world and in an instant, in the blink of an eye, he was gone. Nothing left but ash and char and cloying black smoke. But Henri Maye hadn't just been any man. He wasn't just a doting father and loving husband. He was a well-renowned researcher into creatures beyond human DNA. One box of research survived the fire, placed conveniently outside the door as though it had been plucked from the devastation just for Erin. Within that box, one name repeated over and over. Ross Towler. And so the flames never abated. Ross Towler was infamous, a Shadow, a hellhound, and a convict locked away in the life imprisonment that had begun over three hundred years ago. Henri had interviewed Ross. He had known him. That was all Erin needed, just that one box. He vowed to continue his father's work, enrolling in college to study a degree in Supernatural History and Lore. That was where the obsession began. Erin wasn't his father. He couldn't distance himself, he wasn't interested in all forms of life beyond his own. There was one man he desired, one man he wished to study more than anyone else. It didn't matter. Ross was serving a life sentence, and he refused to see Erin no matter how much the boy tried to make contact. That should have been the end. That should have been where the embers fell...

Book One of the Haunted Lover's Duo "People in the real world always say, when something terrible happens, that the sadness and loss and aching pain of the heart will 'lessen as time passes', but it isn't true. Sorrow and loss are constant, but if we all had to go through our whole lives carrying them the whole time, we wouldn't be able to stand it. The sadness would paralyze us. So in the end we just pack it into bags and find somewhere to leave it." - Fredrik Backman, My Grandmother asked me to tell you she's Sorry. Still wrought with grief from the loss of his older brother, Eden Moir seeks out Malcolm Reed, the best SN lawyer currently working in the surface world. His intentions are mere justice for his brother, who was wrongfully murdered by hunters. Eden has been juggling work and home life, or more like drowning in it, and is in a constant struggle with the tight budget that is being washed away by his mother's drinking problem. Yet, Eden yearns for more as he gets to know Malcolm. He desires for the witch to be more than his lawyer, despite how detrimental it could be for his brother's case. Love is worth the risk, after all, right? Sadly, Malcolm might not see things the same way, looking at the bigger picture, not wanting to cost those around him the career he has built all for his own selfish wishes. But, in the end, there is something far worse at play, lurking beneath the shadows, waiting for the right moment to pounce... waiting for the right opportunity to dredge up the agony within Eden's heart once again.

Book Two of the Haunted Lover's Duo. "The paradox of vengefulness is that it makes men dependent upon those who have harmed them, believing that their release from pain will come only when they make their tormentors suffer. In seeking the Bird's death to free himself, Louie had chained himself, once again, to his tyrant. During the war, the Bird had been unwilling to let go of Louie; after the war, Louie was unable to let go of the Bird." -Laura Hillenbrand, Unbroken: A World War Two Story of Survival, Resilience and Redemption. In the wake of Malcolm's death, Slate attempts a shot at normality. He tries to cope, and hopes staying close to Eden will aid him in retaining his sanity. However, there just doesn't seem to be anything going right, and the hole that Malcolm left in his chest just isn't helping. He's falling, and he knows soon he'll hit the ground. He'll crash. During a raging storm, Slate finds the one light that might actually keep him going. The one light to guide him through the darkness of his life, to bring him back from the brink, and maybe even to finally forge some beauty worth living for. A nymph, half-dead in the middle of the road, so close to the end himself but somehow able to shift Slate's entire world into another dimension. A clearer one. One that he may just survive in.