Tamed By My Master's Moon
Adams Martin does everything humanly possible to avoid people after surviving COVID-19 and suffering from PTSD. Following his therapist’s instructions, he adopts a dog from the shelter to help him navigate being around people. The only problem is, that his dog occasionally shifts from dog to man and back.
Kehan Gammy (Alex) is the embodied soul of the first Inugami, created by the gods. When he was sent to the human world as punishment for letting a powerful, dark soul escape into the human world, he didn’t expect to have to be bound to a human and have to blend in as one, learning everything like a baby and adapting to his new-found body. But Adams was easy to bond with, giving him a human name, Alex, he’d appeared as a common dog.
When his exit from the underworld set off strange events happen in New York. He has to devise a plan that doesn’t involve Adams Martin in
Will he be able to protect everything he wants to preserve or will he return with yet another failure?
Read
Chapter: Chapter nineAdams’ POVThe chilly atmosphere in the break room is and conference hall hadn’t fully lifted since the news circulated.Simon Pryce is dead. I still couldn’t come to terms with the fact even though I’d been the one to find the one to find his cold body. Janice’s scream still echoed in my head. It reminds me of the fact that Simon is gone. He’d been a genuinely nice and hardworking man and I’d liked him. The nightmares had started again. That, coupled with exhausting naps and the grief had probably been the reason I had forgotten Kehan had hugged Janice and I off the scene when workers had come around in response to Janice’s scream. Something had vibrated on his person. I stared out the window, the city’s skyline blurred by a haze that felt like a warning more than like weather. Something rotten was festering beneath our pristine projects, and I wasn’t even talk about Simoon’s body. I could feel it crawling, and it came with the feeling that something is about to go terribly wron
Last Updated: 2025-05-23
Chapter: Chapter eightAdams’s POV “If this isn’t well contained, it could shut down what’s left of the final phase. So, I need names, I need incident reports, I need a timeline and I need this fixed. Questions?” Murmurs of deliberation erupted “Looks like we’re the ones being babysat,” Jessica whispered to me. “Girl, your dad’s still the big boss around here even if he isn’t involved in management here anymore, your job’s secure. So, depart from me, devil,” I deserved an Oscars awards. Anything short of flawless performance and Jessica would pick up on my discomfort with this whole situation. My eyes barely left him, short of gawking. Several attempts to veil my eyes were made, few worked. Our eyes kept meeting over several heads, severely embarrassing. “Anything interesting over there I should know about?” Alex singled Jessica and myself out… like we weren’t generating enough spotlight without his help.“Ass-wipe,” Jessica muttered covering her mouth with a file.“The site manager would have logged an
Last Updated: 2025-05-23
Chapter: Chapter sevenPOV: Kehan (Alex) They call it “New York.” The city never sleeps. But neither do lost souls. The first few weeks here felt like being trapped inside a carnival mirror, everything warped and screaming in colors. Buildings so tall they could’ve been ladders to the gods. Noise in every breath. Scent on every wind. I remember gagging the first time I stepped out of Isaac’s back room. My skin, still raw from shifting, shrank under the weight of it all. I wasn’t supposed to be here. But that’s how it is with an Inugami, we don’t choose. We answer. Something goes missing in the in-between, and we’re pulled across the Veil like thread through a needle. No warning. No map. Just the itch in the blood and the weight of a mission that hasn’t yet named itself. “You were summoned,” Isaac told me, the first night I could stand upright without blacking out after getting beaten up... “life of a stray” had been his comforting words. “Either something’s missing, or someone is. Or the goddess is jus
Last Updated: 2025-05-22
Chapter: Chapter sixAdams’ POV It’s been a year since Alex left. Twelve months of peeling myself off the floor, night after night. A year of turning silence into something less suffocating. I never thought I'd come out the other side of that storm. But I did. Credit goes mostly to Jessica. “You’re not dying of heartbreak on my watch,” she’d told me as she shoved a mug of hot chocolate into my hands and wrapped Faith, in a blanket burrito next to me on the couch. “You’re pretty... handsome,” she corrected and laughed when I gave her the stink eye. “You’re smart, and you smell like sandalwood and fresh sin. You’ll survive.” Jessica was the kind of best friend who didn’t wait for you to ask for help. She just showed up with wine, ice cream, or her grumpy almost-teenager, Faith, who could melt steel with that grumpy stare of hers. “It’s that age that transitions to full blown angst, she’ll be fine,” Jessica had quipped before I got in the matter of Faith’s glare. Jessica kept me breathing, lau
Last Updated: 2025-05-22
Chapter: Chapter fivePOV: KehanI followed Adams into the kitchen after putting on the clothes he gave me. I had seen him do that many times before so it was easy. The quiet familiarity of the space somehow comforting. I was still so new to this human life, this body but the kitchen, the rhythm of cooking, seemed to settle something inside me. It felt right, even if I wasn’t entirely sure why.Adams gave me a once over, nodded his agreement with the fit, then moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, his back to me as he opened cabinets and pulled out ingredients. I hovered just behind him, unsure of what to do, but feeling an urge to contribute. I scanned the kitchen, the jars, the bags of groceries - and his senses sharpened. He could smell everything—the earthy scent of potatoes, the sweet tang of onions. The urge was there again, like something pulling me forward. I stepped closer, bare feet padding softly against the cold tile. I reached up to one of the high shelves, fingers brushing against a
Last Updated: 2025-05-08
Chapter: Chapter fourPOV: KehanThe couch creaked beneath me again. Softer than stone, softer than anything I’d ever known, actually, but it didn’t feel like safety. Not necessarily. Just unfamiliar.I curled into myself, arms crossed over my chest, trying to conserve warmth. It was gone. The fur. The coat that had once protected me like armor. Now there was only this skin - thin, naked, fragile. Cold.My back ached from the shift, bones still settling, nerves too raw. I wanted to sleep. Not because I was tired but because waking was harder. Every second awake brought more awareness, and awareness meant remembering.Or trying to.But my memories came in flickers, like distant stars through the fog.A gate.Fire.Screaming.Running - No, falling.I tensed at the sound of footsteps. Not heavy. Hesitant. Paused near the doorway.Him.I could feel and smell him before I heard the breath catch in his throat. That human.Adams.He stood there, staring. I kept still, evened my breath. Let my body lie for me. Ma
Last Updated: 2025-05-08
My Cold Magazine Prince
The train arrived with a screech of metal on metal, and subconsciously I boarded and found a seat and gazed out the window as if somehow, the tunnel walls rushing by was the only thing that could grant my wish.
"I wish you could see me," I whispered the deep words, picturing his face as I spoke. "Like really see me. I wish you could love me just the way I love you."
Closing my eyes, I began to feel the weight of the unshed tears behind my eyelids.
But just before I brushed them off I murmured again.
"Just once, I want to know what it would be like if you truly loved me back."
With a final sigh, I wiped the tears fighting to breakfree.
Little did I know, some wishes come at a terrible price.
When Asher Smith's boyfriend, supermodel Xander Fauler, wakes from a car accident with amnesia, their cold relationship transforms into something passionaate and real.
For six blissful months, Asher experiences the love he always craved—until Xander's memories return, along with his icy demeanor.
What was once six month's of undeniable love and pleasure just as he had always wanted, slowly turned into a nightmare that he had dreaded so much for the longest time.
Amidst the uncertainty of his spot in his love life, Asher began to notice some odd changes in Xander, making him question if their relationship was ever real.
As he tries to get a grip of his love life he uncovers a dangerous obsession lurking in Xander's inner circle and a traumatic secret from his past, putting him no way further from his recent doubt, now Asher must decide: walk away from heartbreak or fight for a love trapped beneath scars?
Read
Chapter: Chapter eighteenAsher's POVThere are two things I never thought I’d do this week.One: take in a street cat like a lonely cartoon character.Two: call the flirty bartender whose name I didn’t even know.And yet, here I was. Sitting on my bed, Smile curled up beside my leg, and my finger hovering over the contact card he gave me at the bar.It had been sitting on my desk since the night I almost got flattened by a speeding bike. I kept looking at it and putting it down. Picking it up again. Then pretending I was too busy.But now?I had no more excuses.I had finished every single task on my laptop. Checked all the emails. Sent every file. Double-checked the layouts. Replied to Sophia even though I hated her guts. And still, I felt this weird restless feeling buzzing in my chest.Smile let out a little yawn and shifted on the blanket.I glanced at the clock. 6:47 PM.Screw it.I picked up my phone and punched in the number.He picked up on the fourth ring.“Hello?”I cleared my throat. “Hi. It’s me.
Last Updated: 2025-05-23
Chapter: Chapter seventeen Xander’s POVThe flash went off again, straight into my eyes.“Xander, just a little more to the left,” the photographer called out.I turned slightly, adjusted my jaw, narrowed my eyes, and gave them the usual expression. Cold. Confident. Unbothered.I was none of those things.My knees were shaky. My hands were sweating. My chest felt tight like a belt had been strapped around it. I tried to blink the feeling away. Maybe it was the lights. Or the layers of clothes. The heat in the studio was unbearable.“Hold that pose,” someone yelled.I tried.But the floor shifted under me.It didn’t actually move, but it sure as hell felt like it did.I took a step back.Too late.My ankle wobbled and I almost tipped over. I caught myself, but it wasn’t smooth. Everyone noticed. Sophia especially.“Xander?” she called, walking over with that usual panicked look in her eyes. “Are you okay?”“I’m fine,” I said quickly, but my voice didn’t sound right.Too thin. Too hoarse.She reached for my arm.
Last Updated: 2025-05-22
Chapter: Chapter sixteenAsher's POVThe first thing I did when I got inside was drop my keys and stare at the little cat that had followed me all the way home. It didn’t look scared. Just calm. Like it belonged here.I knelt down and stroked its fur again. Up close, it was worse than I thought. The fur was matted with dirt, paws were rough, and I was pretty sure something was stuck in its tail.“You really went through it, huh?” I muttered.It meowed like she agreed.I grabbed an old towel and took it straight to the bathroom. It followed me in like it had always lived here.The bath wasn’t easy.It squirmed a bit at first, but once the warm water hit it, it settled down. I lathered it up with the safest soap I had, mixed in a little antiseptic to be safe. It purred and started licking the bubbles off its paw.“Hey, no, don’t eat that,” I said, gently pulling the paw away. “It’s not candy.”It blinked at me and meowed again. It was small. Almost like a sigh.I couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re trouble.”I too
Last Updated: 2025-05-08
Chapter: Chapter fifteenAsher's POVI didn’t plan to go out that night.I was supposed to head straight home after errands, but my feet had a mind of their own. Maybe I was trying to escape the silence in my apartment. Maybe I just didn’t want to think about Xander. Again.Either way, I ended up at a bar not far from my new place.It wasn’t packed, just a few people scattered in booths and on stools. The music wasn’t too loud, and the lights were low enough that no one looked too hard at anyone else. Perfect.I walked up to the counter, took a seat, and waved down the bartender.He was hot.Tall, broad shoulders, with a smirk that looked like it had gotten him out of trouble more times than it should’ve. The kind of guy who could get away with anything just by flashing that smile.He leaned on the counter as he handed me my drink.“You look like someone who needs a good night.”I gave a short laugh. “Something like that.”“Rough day?” he asked, wiping down a glass.“More like a rough few weeks.”He nodded li
Last Updated: 2025-05-08
Chapter: Chapter fourteenXander’s POVI woke up to the blaring sound of my alarm clock.The shrill noise stabbed into my ears like knives. I smacked it off the nightstand and sat up, groaning. The sun was already bleeding through the curtains, too bright, too loud. My head was pounding and my chest was tight. I didn’t even check the time. I already knew—I was late.Photoshoot.Shit.I kicked off the blanket, rushed into the bathroom to freshen up. When I came out, I pulled on the nearest clothes I could find, and didn’t even bother checking if that annoying human was sprawled out on my couch like usual.In fact, I had made sure that wasn’t going to be a problem anymore.I had already asked Sophia to assign me another editor. I didn’t want to see his face. Didn’t want to hear his voice. Didn’t want to feel that tight knot in my chest every time my mind wandered back to the soft moments—the ones I didn’t remember making.The ones that felt too real to be fake.I didn’t have time for that.I drove like the stree
Last Updated: 2025-05-05
Chapter: chapter thirteenAsher’s POVI cried myself to sleep.The pillow was damp. My throat felt raw. I had pulled the blanket over my head to muffle the sound, but I knew he probably heard me. The silence in this apartment didn’t leave room for secrets.Sometime in the middle of the night, I felt it—movement. The faint creak of floorboards, the soft hush of slippered steps. A shadow passed the couch. Slowed near me.I didn’t open my eyes.I didn’t want to.I didn’t want to look up and see Xander watching me. Not like this. Not in this pathetic, broken state. If he was going to feel anything, I didn’t want it to be pity.The shadow lingered for a moment… then moved on.By dawn, I was already set for work but I couldn’t bring myself to take the car.The thought of sitting behind the wheel, stuck in traffic, trapped in my own head—it felt like a death sentence. I needed air. Space. Something different.So I walked.The morning wind bit into my face as I left the building. I wrapped my coat tighter and shoved m
Last Updated: 2025-05-05
LOGIN
