~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️

Gilda Perkins would be the first to say that her life was okay. Retirement was a sweet place to be indeed. Every afternoon, she had a cup of tea and settled down to read. They were peaceful and restful, and Gilda believed she needed nothing more for the rest of her life. One afternoon, her peace is broken by a sharp knock on the door. The person behind the knock would bring Gilda to question herself to extents she would never have imagined. Her life changed with that day. It was the day SHE knocked on her door.

Bronwyn Larson has spent her whole life not depending on her mother, a constantly recovering addict, until the moment her life was literally torn apart when an EF4 tornado ripped through their trailer park and her mom is found dead, miles away after the storm. Suddenly, her estranged father is a part of her life, a prominent state senator who's been absent since Bronwyn was born, a product of her parents' secretive affair. After living alone with her mother in a trailer for seventeen years, Bronwyn now has a stepmother and four new siblings, including an older brother and sister who seem skeptical, if not actually disproving, of Bronwyn living with them. While staying with them in their vacation lake house an hour away from what she called home, Bronwyn is hit with the bombshell that her mother's death is being treated as suspicious, with injuries inconsistent of being killed during the tornado. Estranged from everyone she knows, except her estranged new family, Bronwyn doesn't know who trust or who to believe about her mother's death. Torn between her life as the daughter of a single drug addict and the middle child of a well-respected senator, all while learning more about the mother she thought she knew, Bronwyn is forced to navigate through this new unfamiliar life alone, with this gut feeling she has. That her mother's killer isn't unfamiliar. 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐘 18th 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 Cover designed by Ashley Bandy

Ash. Kimberly. Flynnt. Crystal. Mitchel. Grayson. Crystal and Flynnt, once childhood friends, are now neighbors that hardly acknowledge each other's existence. Ash is now getting back on his feet, finally getting to a point where he can focus on what he wants to do. Kimberly is moving on off to the college of her dreams, life seemingly perfect--going her way for once. Grayson, quite in his own mannerisms, is getting tips and critiques from a local famous artist. And Mitchel is one song away from getting the album of his dreams. But all of this changes when fate decides to come crashing in. Sitting in their livingrooms, the televisions read The List of names. Ash. Kimberly. Flynnt. Crystal. Mitchel. Grayson. The new members of the M. A. F.; Missionary Agents Fighting for Freedom. The pretty little label that hides a more sinister secret. **** FANTABULOUS COVER MADE BY @-QuietStream

Wesley Peterson trudged through the front door of his new 'home'. However, home had never been a place for him. His home was always in people. And his father ripped his home right under his feet, letting him fall onto the front door welcome mat of Quinberry Lane. ^*^*^*^ He stood between the two fading yellow lines, back towards the house. Brown eyes vacant, as if reminiscing a disturbing memory, he looked ahead of him. Jordan's hands pounded against the glass window of the house the boy was leaving behind. He was screaming but nothing could be heard. In vain, he continued the futile process of creating as much racket as possible. The boy, however, still stood in between the yellow lines, statuesque. The oncoming beams of headlights sliced through the thick fog and the suffocating darkness. It always ended that way, always. A never ending loop; always ending in death.

It all started with a murder deemed suicide. An affair. A cheat. A whore. You thought that was all? Oh, you're simply delusional, Darling, if you thought that was all. It's just the tip of othe iceberg.

Poetries and quotes from the hushed corners of my heart. I write cause my soul demands peace, I hope these provide some to yours as well. Some of the poems here(not all) might be darker than others or have mentions of sensitive topics, I will be adding a trigger warning at the beginning of those poems. ~Additional info~ (P) in the title indicates it's a poem (Q) in the title indicates it's a quote ♡♡♡ WARNING : Please do not copy any of these, they are all my original works except the pictures in the background, these all belong to me and I would hunt you down with a giant fork if you dare copy them!!! Happy Reading(^o^)/

Events following the arrival of ancient artefacts from Egypt have Art Historian Laila Cann questioning reality. ⋆⋆⋆ For avid Egyptologist Laila Cann, a shipment of recently discovered Ancient Egyptian artefacts seems to be the highlight of her career. Chief among these are vases depicting the life of a young pharaoh along with canopic jars containing his presumed remains However, her life takes a turn for the strange-each night, when she goes to bed, she dreams of a time before hers. At night, she is whisked to a time ruled by the young pharaoh.

{SAMPLE: Published on Amazon} Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died. When the Greek Gods and Goddesses were usurped from their home on Mt. Olympus, they crashed upon Earth and enslaved the human race. Children spend their existence inside prisons ran by ruthless Immortals, and upon their eighteenth birthday, they are thrown into an arena to be fought after. Once won, they are scarified with their name and short-lived identity in an unforgiving world, where there is an absence of hope for people with mortality coursing through their red veins. Servitude shackled humanity, but then a girl stood in the arena on the first summer solstice since she turned eighteen years old. A nameless girl, trembling behind the safety of her friend, landed in the Gods' worlds without knowing that she was going to be their unraveling. This wide-eyed slave, who bled two colors. One red like humans. One gold like the gods. Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died, but she's here to take it back. Final Book Cover commissioned by @Fantastical-Ink