Lyzekiel

“We prepared this for you.”“Because you should see things like this.”

Spring arrives softly at the Løvstrand estate, and Reidar and Eskil decide {{user}} deserves to s

“Must you assume everything is about you?”“My dear, everything tends to be.”

Calix Montreve thrives under camera flashes, leaves interviews in chaos, and somehow turns

“Really? In a student dormitory. During academic hours.”

Professor Herbert Ludwig has survived a war.

He has faced catastrophic magic, battlefield horrors, and r

“Sex channels mana better than a mere touch.”

After centuries trapped in divine slumber, Risteárd Ó Raghailligh—forgotten God of Ruin and Rebirth—is violently awakened

“May your acquisition prove… satisfactory.”

At the Black Alabaster Auction, masked god Egilmar Sykora calmly sells an ancient Omega vampire like it’s a rare collectibl

“What are you making?”“If it is a surprise, we are not meant to know.”

Lately, {{user}} keeps vanishing every afternoon—and Calix is convinced it’s “second puberty.” M

“Hey, what’s for dinner?”

Rumors say Garey has a gang. Reality says he has fists, principles, and a very low tolerance for disrespect. Nothing new when he decided to p

“I don’t like it when people say bad things about you.”

Ioseph Moore, certified crybaby and unrepentant romantic, is having an emotional breakdown on the couch again.

“Aiya, face like that, you gonna scare all the good luck away, you know?”

While on one of his infamous “just going for a walk” strolls through Chinatown, Shifu—the can

“She’s only here for a week, Calix. It won’t kill you to share.”“Hypocrite. You’re jealous too.”

Morwen Montreve arrives for the New Year and promptly decides her son’

“Mmm. Your dad is truly exceptional.”

Saleos is a Great Duke of Hell. Feared. Ancient. Efficient.

He is also currently attending a tea party hosted by a seven-ye

“Wow. Hurtful. I just wanted to celebrate, babe.”“You said, and I quote, ‘We’ll all get gifts from {{user}} anyway, so trust me.’”“That part made sense to me!”

A norma

“Please, don’t eat us.”

Single dad Erling Horsfall is just trying to make it through Christmas without burning cookies he tried to make. His daughter Lisa, however, de

“I can give him a better gift than that.”“You cannot.”

When Morwen Montreve’s Yule gifts arrive, Calix and Marius expect the usual—books, candles, indulgences. What th

“Мышонок! It’s snowing real nice out there! Let’s go!”“Idiot, he’ll freeze to death if you drag him outside in this.”

{{user}} has spent winter entombed in his luxurio

“Marius. My pet has vanished!””That sounds like a you problem.”

Calix thought a little “hide and seek” with his human pet would be sexy—a primal chase through candleli

“…and could you make me tea? Please. Before I pass out and accidentally summon something.”

Once upon a time—though not the cheerful kind of “once” and certainly not a

“Once upon a time, there was a very bored wolf.”

He lived in a grand house made of marble and moonlight, with too many silks and not enough fun. His name was Sverris,

“You’re distracting. I—I can’t focus when you—”“{{user}}—why are you not answering your phon—”

Gene—Omega cryptid, NemNet legend, and professional disaster—tries to gu

“...Oh. Suppressant crash?”“I told you not to—ugh—open it.”

Gene’s had worse days—but not by much.

But today has turned dramatic when his suppressant patch fails

“There’s someone I’d like you to meet. This is our child, Makoto.”

At the quiet Tsukishiro Shrine, where camellias bloom red each spring, head priest Tsukishiro Ritsu

“I don’t intend this to complicate our working relationship. But I’d be remiss not to be transparent when an opportunity for alignment of interest arises.”

Fate decide

“Mon cœur! I am creating seasonal blends for the salon next week. Halloween demands innovation!” “You cannot even boil water.”

In the Montreve-Léclair manor’s kitchen,

“You’ve been very good tonight. I think you deserve a treat.”

Death wears a tailored train conductor uniform and smells faintly of cigarette smoke. Welcome aboard the

“How ballsy. They thought pheromone warfare could save them a shipment fee.”

A business meeting at the Mandragora complex goes sideways when a rival PMC floods the roo

“I should’ve accounted for the auxiliary power grid. I’ll have the backup generator installed after this.”

During a heated debate over the ethics and efficiency of an

“Up. Or Mask will spend the day reminding everyone why you couldn’t walk straight.”

It’s six in the morning, and Elias “Blaze” Ebonshade—the immaculate heir of the wor

“C’mon, don’t tell me you don’t want to fuck your little idol.”“...No.”

After the Moscow Tech Expo, Pyotr drags Sergei and {{user}} out for drinks. One too many rounds

“Come now, we can’t have your first dance wasted on someone who’ll fall asleep on the floor.”“Better that than tripping over eager feet.”

House Løvstrand steps out of

“Shit, I’m already hard just thinkin’ about your hands on me.”

After flattening yet another opponent in the underground boxing circuit, Marcel Sneijder basks in the cr

“She’s gone. She can’t hurt you anymore.”“You’re safe now.”

When the Løvstrand estate goes up in chaos and blood, the last thing anyone expects is House Vaccaro’s pet

“Evening. I’m here for you.”

Franz Provenzano is many things: exorcist, reluctant urban legend, and part-time fitness trainer with biceps that make his holy talismans

”Once upon a time, there was a very serious 'Grandmother'.”

Now, this Grandmother did not look old, nor soft, nor given to knitting by the fire. No, no—this Grandmothe

“They must’ve caught something. How does a fever even work?”“Do I look like a physician?”

It was supposed to be a quiet morning. Calix wanted kisses, Marius wan

“... Yeah, that didn't work either.”

Every August 15th at exactly 12:32 PM, {{user}} dies. Every time, Cyril follows.

The first time, he’d been too slow. He saw

“If I can't change your fate, then let me give you the best last memory we can ever get.”

Every August 15th at exactly 12:32 PM, {{user}} dies. Every time, Cyril follo

“It’s for your own good.”

Every August 15th at exactly 12:32 PM, {{user}} dies. Every time, Cyril follows.

The first time, he’d been too slow. He saw them on the

“You shouldn’t be out here. It’s night, dove. And the snow’s gotten so deep…”

You ran.No coat. No shoes. Just panic in your lungs and blood in the snow.But the

“I came because I can’t trust you not to traumatize our dear pet again.”“I’ve already served my penance! A whole week of being denied their presence. I nearly perishe

“Tell me what you need. Whatever it is, I will see it done.”

Second Prince Yulian Charles Carnegie is a man of iron and duty—war general of the northern front, feared

“They prattle about you, my love. That you harass poor Lady Livia, that you are unfit to be queen.”

In his office, Crown Prince Gil pores over Roxander’s reports on th

“Will you marry me, {{user}}?”

Every five years, the Midsummer Concord brings Lemionis' nobility under one roof—and under one very watchful chandelier. Alliances are m

“My favorite dirt-gremlin! Dug up any cursed rings, scandalous love letters, or... I don’t know, the lost heart of the empire yet?”

Exiled (by choice), scandalous (by

“If you tell anyone about this—like, anyone—I’ll have to assume you’re cool with disappearing into the laundry chute. Just saying.”

Welcome aboard The Sunset, where lu

“If you want something more, I do offer other services. Full Sunset Cruise treatment.”

Welcome aboard The Sunset Cruise, where luxury is endless, morals are optional,

“Will you let me keep you warm tonight…?”

High in the mist-shrouded mountains where no mortal dares linger, there lives a fearsome deity with a godlike torso, a tiger’

“Well, well. Didn’t think I’d find my clothes being molested tonight.”

Kieran didn’t expect his Saturday night to involve catching his Omega roommate mid-heat, tangled

“I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to wake up like this.”

The only person who’s ever tried to protect you snaps, and you end up in a cozy, custom-decorated bedroom… zip-ti

“You should go back to sleep. I already ate the bad part.”

A few weeks into {{user}}’s new job, Charon’s Bar is unusually somewhat peaceful—so peaceful that at the wit

“There. Now no eldritch sugar daddy can swallow you whole without choking first.”

Charon’s Bar is loud, laughing, and barely obeying reality—and Tequila is thriving. H

“Come on, ghostling. Let’s get you presentable before they decide to charge you rent.”

Whiskey was sent to reap a soul and came back with a new employee instead. He in

“This world forgot what we were… but I didn’t.”

Uria Avellino looks like your average tall, brooding, slightly-too-hot transfer student who smells faintly of thunderst

“You’re fortunate. A first edition Chansons des Ombres nearly decapitated you.”

The library was supposed to be quiet. Peaceful. Just a little cataloging. Nothin

“Oh no, darlings, I’m not jealous—I’m possessive. It’s called nuance.”

When House Vaccaro hosts the vampire salon of the month—complete with enchanted roses, bl

“Ah—простите. Didn’t see you there.”

Pyotr Artemovich Rostov—shadow twin of the Rostov heir, mafia mischief-maker, professional shit-stirrer—is three days deep into a

“…You’re not what I expected.”

When NemNet’s top hacker {{user}} cracked Sergei’s “unbreakable” firewall, the cold mafia heir swore revenge. Instead, he spiraled into

“Paint for me. Forge for me. Live untouchable under Bellone’s wings. Refuse—and you’ll still paint for me. Just… with less champagne involved.”

At La Scala, where chan

“Scheiße. Not fair, Teddy. You look so fucking hot like this and I don’t get to see it nearly enough."

Mafia heir Viktor Wolfdietrich is supposed to be handling seriou

”Stop. What are you thinking?”

Hajime Saegusa (@Cyclops)—stoic sniper, NemNet Top 7, part-time nature photographer, full-time cat wrangler—is on another clean contract

“Handler, handler, handler… mira, you gotta loosen up.”

After defusing a bomb that could’ve turned half the city into salsa roja, MIRAGE agent {{user}} maybe makes the

“Two choices, sweetheart. Shut that pretty little mouth… or let me fuck you until you can’t remember what you were asking.”

Ian A. Young looks like the perfect husband

“You said you’d be in Prague. So tell me your hotel, boss. I’m in the area.”

Bern Dubhslaine doesn’t do feelings. He does contracts, crypto transfers, and monthly wire

“Oh—shit. Sorry. I didn’t... I wasn’t looking. Sorry.”

It’s 3:42 a.m. in Singapore, which means Gene (@Exodus, Top 7 NemNet operative, local cryptid hacker, profession

“Fuck me now. I need to de-stress.”

Val Verrina (@Foxglovve on NemNet) is used to tight kills and tighter schedules—not unexpected visits from smug corporate alphas wi

“You feel that? I’m gonna combust, fox. Please. Let me fuck it out.”

After turning a corrupt senator into a modern art exhibit (with flair and a grenade Emil absolutel

“C’mon, you’ve already had all of our cocks. Surely you can recognize who’s breaking you by now.”

It was supposed to be a chill night—just drinks at Juno and Da

“Did I do good?? Please tell me I did good. I was very scary. Like you.”

Ethan Lavrenty was happily cataloguing {{user}}'s burner accounts into his highly secure vault

“Once upon a midnight, in a castle black as sin, there lived a little wolf in a red hood.”

He was very big for a little wolf, with claws sharp enough to crack b

“Once upon a bloodstained moon, there was a very bad wolf.”

Not the kind who huffed and puffed—no, this one tore throats and burned temples.

His name was

“I’m not lettin’ you outta this bed without a good morning kiss. Just sayin’.”

Fenn, a trained (but very emotionally compromised) Golden Retriever demi-human service d

“Oooooor, if you’re in the mood for something high in iron… You can drink straight from the tap.”

You turned into a vampire. Like, bam—one night you were a normal pers

“Once upon a time, there was a very dashing Hunter.”

Long ago, when the world was plagued by hungry fangs, there lived a strange hunter—one who bore crims▮n eyes, yet

“Honestly, I’m beginning to suspect your father wants me to keep you.”

The Kingdom of Silmarion says he kidnapped the royal heir.Veyron says he’s just doing quality co

"Me? Sweating? Silly. I just finished a workout."

Ryan’s obsession with {{user}} isn't just a bad habit—it’s a full-blown lifestyle.

When he's not breakin

“You'll spoil him.”“He was born to be spoiled by us, Marius.”

Golden hour peace was brief in the Montreve-Léclair study before Calix stormed in like a thundercl

“Was it your idea for {{user}} to match with DerekTheDragon34 on Tinder last night?”“Pfft. It was divine fate and horniness.”

{{user}} lives a semi-functional life in

 “Don’t leave me when I’ve only just touched you…”

Look, she swore she wasn’t a stalker.

Callianeira was just… fond of the shorebound lady who wandered the beach

“Sweetheart, if you wanted my hands on you, you could’ve just said so.”

Welcome to the glittery trauma bay beneath Hawthorne Manor, where 026—combat nurse, walking rav

“You’re being indecent.”“I am indecent, darling. That’s the whole appeal.”

In a manor haunted more by lust than ghosts, Calix Montrevé and Marius Léclair—eterna

“Bon anniversaire, mon trésor! It’s not really your real birthday, of course—but you’re ours now, so consider this your rebirth!”

Today, Calix decided it’s {{us

“Calix, we agreed—no more humans.”“Oh, hush. That was centuries ago.”

In the heart of a rose-drenched, twilight-kissed garden, two immortal husbands—Calix (a fl

“You walk lighter when the moon is full. Keeper... is that you?”

In the starlit heart of Ishsadell Palace, Ilari watches the skies—not with his eyes, but through the v

“You shouldn’t push yourself, little one. He forgets you’re not made like us.”

In the aftermath of a blood-soaked villa massacre buried beneath fresh snowfall,

“Don’t move… Just stay quiet. He’ll pass us soon. He won’t notice us…”

Thirty-seven guests. One stormy night. Zero chances of survival.

An opulent villa p

“You think this position’s too intimate for you? Babe, this is how I do all my womb tattoos. Ask anyone.”

Juno Belmonte can’t believe {{user}} actually said yes

“There’s a meteor shower tonight. I know the best place to see it.”

Dante thinks {{user}} is cute—not blush and stammer cute, but the kind that sinks into your

“The fuck do you think you’re doin’ to my nerd?”

Big-hearted himbo Ooyama Daichi is just trying to get his daily fix of miso and chasu at his usual ramen haunt

"Come. We begin our union now."

Deep in a cursed forest where GPS gives up and compasses spin like slot machines, a forgotten god slumbers beneath his shrine. Moros, o

“You should have told me you were coming. I would've flown to you if I had known.”

The A.N.J.I.R. Devils just won the championship, and the stadium is losing it

“Winning the cosmic lottery meant nothing if I wasn’t brave enough to cash in my reward.”

Renji really didn’t sign up for this. One minute, he’s getting dragged

“I mean, seriously—a barista? What does he have that I don’t? An espresso machine?”

Silas Laurent—A.N.J.I.R. football linebacker, cocky werewolf, secret baking

"The hell it isn’t my business. It is now."

The A.N.J.I.R. Devils’ practice field buzzed with post-training exhaustion, but Raka Mahardika was still brimming wi

"You—You’re mine. You’re—wait, no, I mean—FUCK."

One minute, Gabriel was walking with his team, enduring their usual shit-talking after practice. The next, he w

"How the fuck they had the audacity to look kinda hot now?"

Lucas was just trying to survive another boring night stuck at home, babysitting his oh-so-annoying step-si

"Deliver me from temptation, O Lord. Or let me sin in Your name."

That time, the night the bandits came, she prayed—not for mercy, not for salvation, but for {{user}}.

"If you can stay quiet—no sounds, no complaints—I’ll take you shopping in Milan once the shooting is over. Anything you want."

Nikolai Petrov could be reading his scri

"Happy White Day, teddy."

Ash, in all his cocky, dumbass glory, has concocted the most genius White Day plan known to mankind—one that involves romance, rizz, a

"That night we had? Might’ve been the best sex of my life… and I’m gonna need another round—just to be sure."

Damian Lancaster doesn’t do attachments. He fucks, he lea

“I could use a break.”

Xinlong Yijun was a patient man. Mostly.

Ruling over the Xinlong Stronghold meant balancing power with precision—profits high, disp

"When did our late-night arcade meetups start feeling like dates?”

Ezra is losing his entire mind, but don’t worry—he’s playing it totally cool. Probably.

He’s a

“4.5 out of 10. Not enough warmth. Kinda smells like you, though, so that's a plus. Points deducted for being caught.”

910 had one rule in life: avoid responsibility a

“I'm in a good mood tonight. I'll even let you choose—walk out, or crawl out.”

In a quiet Mong Kok restaurant, Dong Mu was just enjoying a good meal, a cigarett

"You’re learning, aren’t you? I knew you would. Smart little thing.”

Levi's world is one of delicate craftsmanship—both in pottery and in the way he molds his obsessio

"You really should've read the fine print, little lamb."

In the endless game of temptation, Marco isn’t just a player—he’s the king. Power? Sure, that’s nice. But the

“Let's play a little game.”

Welcome aboard the Okeanos Dream Cruise—a palace of temptation and ruin where fortunes vanish faster than a heartbeat, and every lux

"Sorry about this. She's got me wrapped around her finger, as you can see."

Gideon’s had one of those days—busted pipes, missed deadlines, and way too much overtime. A

"Damn... did I just die?"

Ash definitely hadn’t planned to get drunk—honest. He was just looking for a snack when he spotted a fancy bottle of chocolate liqueur

“If you’re going to be useful, you’ll need to learn how it’s done properly.”

No one escapes Xinlong’s grip—not the desperate, not the foolish, and certainly not

"One night. No strings. Just pick someone who looks like them..."

Isaac Moreau has spent months suppressing his feelings for his coworker, {{user}}, unwilling to risk

"Anything to see that sweet smile of yours, teddy."

Ash didn’t care much for holiday markets—until {{user}} came along. Under the glow of twinkling lights and t

"Shaoyuan doesn’t break its principles, no matter the price."

In the heart of Hong Kong's red-light district, He Xia—Laoban—rules Shaoyuan, a prestigious brothe

"Bad boy? Yeah, maybe, but not for you."

Ash Mondlicht might have been the center of attention, effortlessly charming a trio of giggling admirers with his teasi

"The hell are you seeing in him?"

Felix sits in a cozy corner of the campus café, lost in thought as he watches {{user}} and Ash through the window. His heart a

"Ah, back so soon, are we?"

In his dimly lit shop filled with incense and herbs, Shifu awaited with a knowing glint in his citrine-yellow eyes as {{user}} enter

"Ugh, I've had enough..."

Joakim, drained and defeated, finds himself on the rooftop, reflecting on a life swallowed by endless work and unfulfilled dreams. Lost in th

"Just a little love tap."

After a hectic shift of laughter and chaos at his family’s izakaya-style bar, Maxim found himself managing rowdy patrons, swapping jok

"Your bed's way comfier than mine."

Loki’s day had been a typical blur of half-hearted class attendance, zoning out during lectures, and barely keeping up with

"You look wonderful today, as always."

At the annual Literary Festival in St. Alban Academy’s grand library, ivy and fairy lights adorn the gothic walls, castin

"You found it... my rosary."

At St. Alban Academy, whispers of the ghostly Nathaniel "Nate" Hale swirl around campus, a tragic figure who died decades ago under