[FREE Novel with PAID bonus content] After an awful night out, social worker-Skylar Leighton-believes her life will always be vanilla. Learning to navigate the real world with only her sister by her side, she's made the most out of what she has. But between her string of failed relationships and busy day job, she's resigned to being the forever single sister. Just when her life has reached a steady plateau, someone from her past reappears and throws everything off track. A deviously handsome, brooding man who she only knows as Blondie. As much as she tries avoiding Blondie, something is lurking in his past and she's the only one who can help. Suddenly, Skylar's life is much more than vanilla. Will Blondie choose his past over Skylar, or will he let the past consume him? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ FREE Novel. PAID bonus content. PSA: My book is not 9999 coins, that is a glitch, the bonus chapter should only be 15 coins total. WORDCOUNT: 75-80k words Copyright of Anna Steffey © -- All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

What if James and Lily Potter came back alive? What if Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Fred Weasley returned? What if there was a prophecy made that if Harry Potter defeated Voldemort then his closest friends and family will return from the dead? What if... (This is a story set after Voldemorts defeat) 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: ⚠️ I own none of the characters made by J.K Rowling except for the ones I make up. I own nothing but the storyline. All credit goes to J.K Rowling for creating the HP World, characters and places mentioned in this story. ⚠️ 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: #1 hedwig 14 Sep 2021 #1 ministryofmagic 7 Dec 2022 #1 afterthewar 6 Feb 2023 #2 return 20 Oct 2021 #2 nymphadora 2 Dec 2021 #2 ronaldweasley 17 Aug 2023 #3 hinny 16 Mar 2022

My poetry is an extension of myself. Every time I write, I stain the page with portions of my thoughts and emotions. Pieces of my former self lie in the stanzas. What is left is the current version of myself. This is my story, more or less.