Nyla K

They never even wanted to be stepbrothers—but now, in front of the camera, they're getting much closer—in this edgy, emotional story of forbidden passion that's perfect for fans of Heated Rivalry. Avi's into old-school emo bands, true crime, and cryptids. And if not many others share his...

This is Alabaster Penitentiary... Where they send you when the world thinks you're dead. And trust me, you'll wish you were. We're the stain on society. The freaks, the creeps, your favorite Netflix documentaries come to life.

For three years, I’ve resided in Alabaster Penitentiary. Surrounded by the same faces day in and day out, the deranged souls I now call my friends. We eat our meals together, shower together… Hell, we even fool around on occasion.

'Twas the night before Christmas. A secret was looming. The lust in my heart had become too consuming. Make no mistake, no blood do we share, But my guardian was the man whose cross I did bear. With his icy coal eyes, and peppermint lips, Under mistletoe I stood, no chance to resist.

“What took you so long, my Angel?” As a scared child, amidst screams and gunpowder, I looked into the eyes of the devil. “Ojos abiertos, boca cerrada.” Finger lifted to his lips, he quelled my tears when he saw me. “Hush, little bird… Eyes open, mouth shut.” He let me live.

To the unassuming observer, Ben Lockwood is your typical suburban dad. Aside from the fact that he's only thirty-six and his daughter is a sophomore in college. He and his wife, Jessica, had their only daughter, Hailey, when they were in high school.

The days of allowing my inner depravity to run wild are over. I've been sent to prison for good, something of a celebrity in this dark, dank hell-hole they call Alabaster Penitentiary....

Warren Xavier is Alabaster Pen’s resident manipulative liar. The former pretty boy prince of Manhattan’s elite is now locked away with the rest of us. Nothing but time to sit and stew, scheme and obsess. And I’m the unlucky soul he’s made the object of his cunning affections.

Correctional officers get a bad rep. But in our case, it's fully justified. We're not good people. We're guard dogs. As twisted as the inmates we patrol, courtesy of the monster who created us.

PERFORMED IN DUET NARRATION!!! The ache of tragedy sunk deep, like the claws of a wicked monster. To heal was to remember what my godfather told me when I was six…Pain is a part of life. If you prepare for it, it will hurt less. He would know, after all. Lazarus Weston is pain personified.

My name is Tate Eckhart, and I love my life. I have a great job, a sick wardrobe, drive a fancy car, and sip scotch old enough to be my Daddy. I’m fine with being known as the bad guy, the troublemaker, and the unattached harlot out of all my friends. Hey, if the Burberry loafer fits, right?

So, you fell in love with your daughter's boyfriend. What happens next? I'll tell you…You finally begin to live again. You take trips, celebrate anniversaries, and attend your first Pride parade as an out-and-proud polyamorous throuple, apparently.

Kyran Harbor ist alles, was ich nicht bin. Avi Vega ist alles, was ich verachte. Wenn ich ein All-Star-Quarterback auf dem Weg zur NFL bleiben will, muss ich etwas Drastisches tun. Vielleicht können wir aufhören, uns so sehr zu hassen, dass wir es irgendwie schaffen.