Light Bond Stories

In the bruised-purple bedroom, Harold (72) and Elena (54) kneel, rope-burned and paddle-marked. Braids, collar, sippy cup, duck blanket, Goodnight Moon surround them. “I’m only lovable when little,” she sobs. “When Daddy,” he chokes. Pull-ups, journal confessions: I’ll die mid-story. They make love—tears, Daddy, Harold braided. Aftercare: salve, shared sips, blanket-cape. Miso purrs. Tomorrow: burnt toast, crayons, rituals. They stay—leaky, creaky, little, big—choosing each other daily.

The world is ending in hellflame, and Lucifer has captured the love of her life; a man whose loyalty to his heavenly father might cost the demon everything she has sacrificed. Written as a love letter to all the masochists and sadists who kneeled before the altar of a hollow, ruthless god.

A creative writing seminar gives new meaning to "getting in touch with your inner self"

At a glittering yokai gala built on money and pretense, Jason Nishi arrives with one quiet purpose: her. One dance rekindles everything they tried to bury... and a single step into the shadows threatens to turn longing into something far more dangerous.

Silendiel, prim and proper noblewoman of Silvermoon City, has found herself forced to move into the recently night elven embassy. Cryptic warnings of danger on the horizon from the ambassador and priestess keep her there, with her beloved, towering, massively endowed sentinel, Neryn, where they begin to strain against life among the other kaldorei. Soon, however, the past rears its ugly head. Silendiel must come to terms with her love, and against the consequences of her own past misdeeds.