A collection of short stories of varying sub-genres.
Part I: Wilted Roses contains romantic short stories
Part II: Fairy Dust & Starlight is where you'll find fantastic and paranormal stories
Part III: Black Hearts is the place for my dark fic...
Yes, these are the same characters as in my novel ;)
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Winter Princess
For as long as I can remember, I've been afraid of the dark.
Since my childhood, I've always hid underneath the blanket at night when it used to thunder outside, when the wind was howling through every keyhole and every floorboard would crack as if it were alive.
Like now.
The power has been out for 15 minutes and I'm slowly starting to freak out.
It's awfully dark and that makes me even more aware of all the strange noises that you simply ignore when you're blessed with proper eyesight. I swear, I can literally hear the spiders crawl along my kitchen floor, scratching against the tiles with their hairy spindly legs... It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it.
I sigh and try to calm my chaotic nerves, when suddenly the TV flickers to live, yet all I see is white noise. Confused I stare at the screen. Maybe the power returned, but then, it's still dark. I try to turn it off, but nothing happens.
And that's when I hear another noise, from outside. A sharp knock on the door and I jump in fright. Maybe a twig that broke from the wind, I think to myself and try to ignore my rapid heartbeat and the lump forming in my throat.
But then there's another, even louder knock, more urgent this time. My heart literally skips a beat. No twig after all, someone - or something - is out there.
I'm officially scared now. But despite my growing fear, my feet manage to drag me towards the door as if on their own account and without even thinking, my hands begin to unlock the door and twist the handle. My brain is on overload, imagining the worst: a bloodthirsty killer with a knife or a vampire that'll suck me dry.
I sent a quick prayer to the heavens to not let me die tonight, before I open the door slowly and take a peek at the cold white outside, realizing way too late that I should have maybe armed myself at least with a kitchen knife.
But nothing in the world could have prepared me for what awaits me at my doorstep.
It's no vampire, but a tall stranger staring back at me. It's hard to see his face in the dark, but the TV casts a glow onto his face that is enough to make out his short dark hair and his strong features.
I never knew what people meant when calling someone ruggedly handsome. Upon seeing this guy however, I think I'm beginning to get an idea. His strong jaw is covered in stubble that frames his face and his lips part slightly when he lays his eyes upon me.
