- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Online Availability
- 3pm - 1am (GMT / BST)
- Writing Levels
- Beginner
- Elementary
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Nonbinary
- Transgender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
"See, I don't understand why I have to talk to her at all. She knows I don't completely love her, she knows I've lied to her for two years straight, and she realises I'm at fault for the city's downturn in fortunes. What do I possibly have to talk to her about, honestly? We could be having a nice drink in a nice bar, all three of us, yet you persist with this? Really? Fine, only for the kiss," sighed Makai, unable (or simply unwilling) to hide his frustration as he buckled in his seatbelt and calmly instructed Azaiah to do the same. "If this is some grand ploy to kill me, or injure me, I'll kill you both before you have a chance to hurt me. I like you a lot, Ivan, and Laura's sweet enough for a human, but I won't hesitate snapping your necks if this is a plan to kill me and get me out the picture. I'm paranoid, but given who my father is and the many demons who would love to see me dead, I think my paranoia's warranted."