This story starts out with me in jail... and ends with me in jail. But that's sort of suitable for a story about myself, is it not? This is more or less a telling of me falling in love with a man I gravely didn't deserve, and him changing my life indefinitely. Go f*ck yourself, John Terry (respectfully, of course). *A...
When Alistair Melek gave his life to the sea, a various degree of things changed. For starters, his love for bloodshed was exemplified. Bolder. He was drawn to the clash of a sword like a moth drawn to a flame. And this love was damned to spread through his crew as some treacherous disease, claiming any and all who j...
''After a few seconds of them staring at one another, Dante finally spoke. But his voice had changed; it was breathless and soft, echoing with a sweetness that Nate could have never imagined existed within him. With the knife left on his palm for Nate to grab, he cooed sheepishly, "Can you...tease me...with this?" Nat...