David Ramirez has just broken up with his boyfriend after catching him having sex with his best friend. To forget what he saw David goes to the club to let out some steam and hopefully find someone to have sex with. He does eventually meet Maxwell Sharaf a hot brown-skinned god who he's willing to have sex with to forget about his ex. After a night of passion, David leaves Max's house before he wakes up, he loves what happened last night but he can't seem to forget about his ex. He's walking on the streets of New York when he gets shot in a robbery gone wrong. David dies. But he doesn't stay dead for long because he comes back to life but not as he was before. He finds out that he has super speed, super strength, and other supernatural abilities. He unconsciously goes to Max's house because something is drawing him closer to Max. When he tells Max what has been happening to him Max explains that he accidentally turned David into a werecat. And Max is a werecat himself, a direct descendant of the goddess Bastet. Max also tells David that he's his mate and the beast within him wants Max. Max and David spend more time with each other while Max teaches David the basics of being a werecat. At the same time, some people want David dead because he's not supposed to be a werecat, but Max and his family try to protect David and Max and David prove time and time that their love is stronger than any outdated law.
David
Dancing and partying are my life, I've been in love with cheerful events since I planned my best friend's birthday party when I was seven. People read novels and watch movies to escape reality. I host and attend parties to escape reality.
It doesn't have to be a party. Maybe a room with loud music and food or alcohol like a club, club culture has been a part of me since I was sixteen, how did I get in those clubs underage? I had connections then, that's all I can say.
I'll be damned if I go to a corner to cry about stupid shit like being cheated on. Like I said, I party to escape reality, I drink, I dance, I listen to music to escape whatever has gotten me down or whatever evil wants to get me down and I'm not going to be crying over a bunch of loser traitors whom I trusted for years.
I wanted to surprise my boyfriend, Ryan by getting him dinner. I booked a table for the two of us, I wanted to surprise him because I thought that's something a loving boyfriend would do. I went to his apartment expecting to see him doing push-ups or something but I caught him naked on the bed being fucked from behind by my best friend Elijah.
They tried to apologize but I yelled at them to just leave me alone and I stormed out of his apartment. The tears were coming out, they were about to burst out but I didn't want it to. I hate crying I fucking hate it, it's weak, it's pathetic and I'm not going to whine because my best friend had his dick in my boyfriend's ass.
I decide to go to the club, to have a drink, to dance, to find a hot guy to fuck and forget about Ryan and Elijah.
"Whoo!" I yell at the top of my lungs as I dance with a lot of thirsty shirtless gay guys, some are skinny, most have abs and one is a chubby guy whom I respect so much, I might just fuck him, I've never fucked a bear before. But not yet, dance now, fuck late. I need to get my energy up.
My parents didn't migrate here for me to whine about boys, they wanted me to have a future. I didn't get admitted to NYU for nothing I also worked hard for all I got. Yes, I did fall in love with Ryan, yes I stupidly thought I was going to have a future with Ryan, guess I was that stupid.
I met Ryan Freshman year at a party - because yes I had to go to my first party at college and I stained my white shirt with a strawberry punch and he took off his shirt and gave his shirt to me. And I had a feeling that he didn't give me the shirt in the name of helping me but he just wanted to flirt with me.
He then asked me out, while shirtless and of course, I said yes, he was this hot god with a six-pack, nice grey eyes, short auburn hair, a sharp jawline, nice biceps, and a beautiful smile. His smile could be in all those toothpaste commercials. So yes I was compelled by his charm and beauty and I allowed him to take me out to dinner, I allowed him to kiss me before I walked into my room, I allowed him to ask me to be his boyfriend, I allowed him to buy me gifts, to fuck me, to tell me that he loved me, to trust him, to have sex with my best friend.
I feel like a fool but I try not to feel that way because I'm not supposed to think this much at a club, it makes no sense to cry in a club. Like my Latinx sister Camila Cabello said. "Ain't no crying in the club."
Fuck him and fuck Elijah! He's whom I'm angry at the most and honestly fuck him. We've been best friends since we were kids and we've both dreamed of going to New York, I've had his back countless times just for him to stab me in the back by fucking my boyfriend.
Fuck him!
I dance to Charli XCX''s song from her new album. I love her, I love music, I love dancing, I love this magical gay club. I try to look for a guy to fuck. It seems like everyone wants to have sex with the cute Mexican American guy. But I don't want to fuck them all, I don't like orgies or threesomes. I might be a party guy but I am still a fucking romantic and I fucking hate it. I hate it so much. I'm not a big fan of having sex with strangers.
But I am going to be a fan of that today.
"Baby, please I'm sorry."
Oh hell no, how did he find me? Why is he here? And how is he everywhere at once? He's everywhere at once. How?
As if having one Ryan Shipman wasn't enough, I'm seeing four of them. I take a step back.
"Stay away from me," I say as I move backwards. Am I hallucinating? It makes sense since I had too much to drink. Drunk or not I do not want to see him.
"Whoa!" I accidentally step on someone and the person is probably going to beat me up. I turn around to apologize but instead, I stand in awe of the angel standing before me. And no, it's not Ryan I don't think of him as an angel anymore. I think of him as a demon. But the guy standing in front of me is beautiful.
"Are you okay?" he asks with a smile. This man's beauty is beyond explanation, only poets can write about his beauty, I can't.
His skin is golden brown, his eyes are light brown I think he has those type of eyes that glows when the sun hits them, his hair is in a buzz cut, he's a bit taller than me, has a diamond-shaped face and beautiful round lips I want to kiss right now. This man is a god.
"Hello? Are you still there?" he giggles and I think he knows I'm staring at him because I think he's super hot.
"I'm-" I gag which means I want to throw up.
"Oh, okay, let's go." He says as he quickly takes me to the toilet to spill my guts out.
I rush into the bathroom stall not caring if anyone is in there, thank God no one is, it's empty and I throw up in the toilet.
"Ohhh." I moan as I continue to spill my guts. Ugh, this is embarrassing, I finally found a guy to have sex with and I'm throwing up like an idiot. I'm sure he's already gone. I wipe my mouth with my hand but I have to wash my face and wash my hands. I'm going home as soon as I leave this bathroom. Maybe my sadness has won and I'm going to be crying on my bed.
I flush the toilet walk out of the stall and head toward the sink but I stop when I see that that hot guy is still here.
"Oh," I say covering my mouth with one hand and opening up the tap with the other. "You're still here." I begin to wash my face.
"I wasn't going to leave you here," he says with an adorable smile on his face. I don't say anything. I just look at myself in the mirror. "Rough night?"
"The worst night. I caught my boyfriend cheating on me."
"Damn, I'm sor-"
"With my best friend."
"Damn! That fucking sucks."
"Tell me about it."
"But why would anyone cheat on you, you're so fucking hot." I give him a look and he raises his hands in surrender. "It's true," he says and I continue to stare at him. I look him up and down.
"Why do I have a feeling you've been staring at me since I got here?" I ask and he doesn't answer he just puts on a creepy smile on his face and he waggles his eyebrows. Not only is he cute but he's also the funny type, I don't want to laugh, I don't want him to make me smile.
"I'll take that as a yes," I say.
"And you came here to-"
"Find a guy to fuck to get over my ex." I shrug.
"Oh, that's straightforward."
"You know what they say. If you want to get over someone you have to get under someone else."
"Hmm, can I... be that someone else?" He asks me giving me a side eye. I just look at him. "Or not, you don't have to, but if you do we can go to my place and have some fun."
"How do I know you're not a serial killer?" I ask putting my hands on my waist.
He snorts. "Do I look like a serial killer, do you genuinely think I'm a serial killer?" He asks and I look him up and down. And nope, he doesn't look like one, serial killers usually look like incels and this guy is not one. He's too hot to be a serial killer.
"Okay fine," I say walking out of the bathroom, he follows me.
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Jasmine Bellard is a romantic who happens to be a wedding planner. It is her biggest achievement to make a couple’s dreams come true and make sure to create a beautiful happily ever after. It would also be her biggest achievement if she found that happily ever after for herself but she’s had no luck with love for years. All her friends have found their soulmates, even her younger sister is married. She’s the only one standing and she’s beginning to give up on love. Everything changes after a night out with her best friends and she spots a beautiful magical butterfly that leads her to a large enchanted mirror in an alleyway. Jasmine was not about to allow her curiosity to get the best of her so as soon as she turns to leave she accidentally fell into the mirror which led her to a magical world called Mingardia. As soon as the winged guards of Mingardia spot her roaming they deem her a witch spy and they take her to the palace to await the King’s verdict on what to do with her. When they get to the palace King William Covington recognises Jasmine as the love of his life. He explains to Jasmine that she visited Mingardia when she was younger and had promised to get married to William before she vanished. Jasmine instantly remembers everything and now Jasmine is seen as a guest and not a witch spy. William introduces her to his family and throws a party for her return. The two get to know each other as William shows Jasmine the world Jasmine once knew, they think it’s fate that brought them together, and they’ve found they're happily ever after. Little do these love-birds know that William’s brother, Nicholas who always wanted to be King has an agenda of his own, to destroy the love William and Jasmine have and become the King of Mingardia. But will Nicholas succeed in bringing the King and his love down or will the Fated Mates’ love for each other be strong enough to succumb to any danger?
Every child has the ability to see into the supernatural world but only a few are chosen to keep the sight as they grow older. Melanie Wright wasn’t chosen but after her death, the sight stuck to her and anyone who has the sight has to protect humankind from the evils that lurk from the otherworld. Melanie agrees to do that without complaining. However, her new responsibility makes her question if she should be doing this when her boyfriend dies in a car accident. She waits for his ghost to appear so that she can at least tell him goodbye before he goes to the afterlife, but there’s a problem his ghost doesn’t show up at all. It has been three months and Melanie has spent all summer looking for her boyfriend’s ghost but to no avail. She has concluded that Jason has moved on to the afterlife without her help so she has to move on as well. One night Melanie has a dream of a woman who warns Melanie that what happened to Jason wasn’t a natural death but a supernatural one. Someone has killed him and now has his soul. Melanie her ghost friend Cassandra Cook and her long-term arch nemesis, Nelson Diaz search for who killed Jason and where they have his soul. Melanie finds out a lot about Jason that he has been hiding and she questions if all she knows about her boyfriend has been a lie.
Josephine Lancaster is saved by Kelly Osbourne from a witch hunter who is a part of a secret society that has an agenda to destroy witches. Kelly takes Jo to a boarding school for witches so she can be safe and also learn about her heritage, Jo meets new friends and bad boy Edward Scratch who uses his powers to cause mischief and that gets Jo interested in him. Jo discovers that the school for magic and witchcraft is not perfect and the school has a lot of secrets and she learns more about her birth mom who went to the school when she was younger. Her mom died in a car accident but now that Jo knows about the supernatural she's not so sure about that anymore. She believes there's a high chance that she was killed by one of those hunters and that makes her want to dig deeper into the secret organization and her mother's past with the help of her new friends and allies.
After Reece and Agatha finished scrubbing the dirt off my body I put on a lime green crop top, and throw a hoodie over it. The temperature here is surprisingly cold. This place is called hell fire but there’s nothing fiery about it. Maybe the heat is reserved for the sinners. I’m on blue skinny jeans and black and white sneakers. Reece and Agatha help comb my long curly black hair and they put it up in a ponytail. Reece and Agatha are both young but Reece is older than Agatha. Reece looks to be in her late twenties meanwhile Agatha looks twenty. Do people age in hell? My guess is no, time stops here. So does that mean I’ll be eighteen forever? While Max is aging I’ll be stuck at being eighteen. Maybe I should stop thinking about Max, I mean he isn’t thinking about me. Literally. But I can’t deny that I miss him so much. I tell Reece and Agatha that I do not like makeup but they insist they put on a little blush and lip gloss, so I agreed, they looked pretty excited to want to touch my face. So I let them. I’ve got to say. I’ve not felt this pampered in forever maybe because my parents wanted to pamper me but I disagreed on multiple occasions. The feeling was good, not gonna lie. It made me forget that I was in hell for a second. “There, you look so beautiful miss,” Agatha says smiling at my reflection. I smile at myself too. I look like a whole new person. Maybe I should accept the fact that this is my new normal. I’m going to be in hell for the rest of my life and I’m going to be Lucifer’s wife and the queen of hell. But seriously of all the sexy potential demons in this world, he couldn’t pick any of them to get married, it’s me he wants to get married to. I wasn’t even born when he made that deal with my parents. What if he sees me and he doesn’t like what he sees? What if he has seen me, he is Lucifer after all he has eyes everywhere. “Okay, I’m ready. Press the button so Ramona will come to escort me to the dining hall.” “Okay, Miss.” Agatha touches the red button and just a few seconds after Ramona takes her hand off of it, Ramona appears. “You rang Miss,” she asks excitedly. “Satan! Ramona calm down for Satan’s sake.” Reece’s bubbly personality disappears when she sees Ramona, and so does Agatha. Geez, what did I miss? Do they not like her? I see Ramona’s face distort into sadness as soon as Reece tells her to calm down. Their smile reappears when they turn to me. “We’re leaving miss, we’ll be around if you need anything.” I nod and they both leave, and they both scowl at Ramona before leaving the room. “Jesus--” Ramona gasps, my eyes widen. “What?” I ask her because she looks like she’s just seen a ghost. “You’re not allowed to say that name here. It’s a sensitive name in this realm.” I scoff. “What? Someone’s emotions are gonna get hurt because I said, Jesus?” “Sssh. Stop it,” she whispers. I raise my eyebrows. “Seriously?” she nods. Wow, I should have known, the devil does have beef with the almighty saviour. It’s their whole thing. I throw my hands in the air and I rise from the chair. “Fine, I won’t say that name again. Shall we?” “Yes, sure.” she walks ahead and when we come out I expect to see the henchmen but they’re nowhere to be found. Oh well, hope they’re gone forever I don’t like people following me. Especially weird-looking men. “So how did you get there so fast?” I ask her. “Oh, through a teleportation closet.” “Teleportation closet.” “Yes, it takes you from one room to the other only when the button’s being pressed. I’m addressed to your room so if you press the button I’m the only one allowed there, no one else.” “What about Reece and Agatha?” “Oh, no they only go to your room to give you a bath and help you with your choice of outfits for the day.” I nod but I still can’t get that look of disapproval out of my head. “Why don’t they like you?” “Huh? Oh, I don’t know.” I look at her with my eyebrows raised. “Are you sure?” “Oh, it’s just demons being demons.” she waves me off. “Ah, that’s the dining hall.” she changes the topic and opens the door to the hall. It’s larger than the dining hall in my house. The table already has lots of food and it’s the pig with the apple in its mouth that catches my attention. Wow, never thought I’d see that in real life. Maids are smiling at me as I make my way for the armchair There’s another armchair and it’s for the almighty dark lord. “Please, miss you can help yourself before he gets here,” Ramona says and I wave her off. I can wait. I don’t care if he’s the devil I’m going to wait for him before I eat. Despite how evil my parents are they raised me with manners. I do look at what’s on the table to see if I’ll enjoy anything. I see mac and cheese, I see some corn, bread, salad, meat, chicken, beef almost everything’s here. My stomach growls, oh God, when did I eat last? I didn’t even eat at my birthday party. I just realized I haven’t eaten all day. I try to distract myself by looking a
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