Apparently, God made a mistake. That mistake wasn't only for my death but for MY WHOLE LIFE. Imagine dying, meeting God, and learning that your life was a mistake. I better be receiving compensation for my boring life or else! Next thing I know, I'm reincarnated into another world. But something is off... Cover by: Ktphm2005 ~Highest Rankings List~ #1 unfortunate : July 7, 2019 #1 smart : August 27, 2019 #1 otomegame : October 27, 2019 #1 mythical : December 14, 2019 #1 food : December 27, 2019 #1 reverseharem : January 1, 2020 #1 princecharming : January 10, 2020 #1 reincarnated : January 10, 2020 #1 isekai : February 1, 2020 #1 dragons : February 21, 2020 #1 magic: October 10, 2020 (A/N: All art belongs to their respective owners. None of the art used in this story is mine. But, this storyline is my original piece.)

To hell with everyone. That's Siobhan's motto. Not even her loyal mentor Elias can strip her of her desire to barter passage to Ardorn where she can live without fear of her past catching up to her, a past that destroyed everything she loved. Streetwise and hardened to reality, Siobhan keeps her head down and out of the crosshairs of the Vanguard Generals--men who enslave anyone with magic into will-less perfect soldiers and kill any human who gets in their way. Their brutal methods part crowded streets and make even Siobhan shiver at the sight of their crimson cloaks. To stay clear of them is to survive and Siobhan is a master of survival. Until she meets Wren. His naïve, wannabe thief ways, would have been fun to play with if not for the fact he's willing to sacrifice everything, including his life, in order to rescue his fiancé. Siobhan finds herself pulled into his quest; one that shatters everything she thought she wanted. Reaching Ardorn becomes the least of her problems. If Siobhan doesn't accept who she was born to be, the entire world will shatter and a great evil will rise. So much for having a little fun. ___ This story was posted to Wattpad and only Wattpad. If you're seeing this note and you're not reading it on Wattpad...it was stolen. So please get your butt over to Wattpad and read it by the actual author, Prisim, and not the thief who couldn't be bother to even delete this message let alone write their own unique story.

The key to proving Siobhan's innocence lies within the highlands, a home she never thought she'd see again. Siobhan isn't sure she's ready to confront the past that's hunted her for so long, but continuing to deny the truth only puts her and her companion Wren in greater danger. Wren's patience for seeking the truth is waning while his magic grows stronger, and Siobhan worries he lost more than his fiancé to magic. As she struggles to help him learn control, she realizes more than friendship connects them. This fragile link puts Siobhan in a place she never expected, reinforcing that everything she's ever known is a lie. Ever faithful Elias has left Siobhan's side for the first time since she was born. He believes she's going to need allies in the coming battle to reclaim her birthright. Elias knows after Siobhan was framed for murdering her father, the future King of Ardorn could be the last supporter she has left. Prince Eloy, already scarred by the broken union between Draygon and Ardorn, will only lend his support if Elias returns to him what Draygon has stolen. An inferno is awakening and if they don't act fast the world will do more than burn. It'll end. ___ If you're reading this on any site but Wattpad, then congratulations, it was stolen. Please go to Wattpad and read it from the actual author, Prisim.

She killed herself. Everyone asked why, but when I got my hands on my sister's diary, I understood exactly why. I stared at the girl in the mirror as I removed my nose ring. Gone was the black hair, replaced by golden blonde locks that made my sapphire blue eyes shine and my California sun-kissed skin glow. The Goth chic clothes had been put away and I wore a pink tank top and a pair of khaki colored Capri's. Stylish sandals completed the outfit. I wanted to barf. The snotty little would-be witches would pay for what they'd done. By the end of the week, they'd all be praying to whatever god they worshipped to hide them from the hell coming for them. May the Fates have mercy upon them, because they would pay the same price they'd demanded of her. Their lives.

***Sequel to 'Roses for Rachel'*** Everything has changed, and the stakes are twice as high. Rachel's story continues.....