"*Completed*"I froze the first boy I ever kissed. And I don't mean he got cold feet..." Megan is pretty unhappy when she's forced to move to a tiny, freezing town in Canada. It's going to be totally boring, right? Things heat up when she discovers that she possesses a growing power that's becoming more and more difficult to control. Not only that, but the power has attracted some interesting people. A smouldering young man who claims to be her rescuer, and his icy but attractive enemy. They're both claiming to be the good guy, so who exactly is she supposed to trust? Megan finds herself embroiled in an ancient battle between two kingdoms, slowly discovering an identity she never knew she had. Cover designed by Marie Tilmant

Welcome to Midall, a religious world of magic, technology, and politics. On Midall everyone is born with a gem pattern that dictates their station in life. There are three castes, and the gem pattern you're born with decides which caste you'll spend your life in. Abi Crown was an acolyte in the Church of Her Lady, the all seeing Holy Mother who gifted all of the Midalians with the power of their gems. She'd been serving at the Cathedral since she lost her family in a fire when she was two, and she served under the Abbadon. Abi was a fire Elemental, but she also could do other things, things that Elementals weren't supposed to be able to do, things reserved for Planetaries only. As Abi explored her new powers, she attracted the attention of many influential people; people who want to use her inexplicable gift, and people who want her dead. *** She saw glimpses of a future tinged in red anger, and a future filled with grey uncertainty. She saw so many different paths for this Planetary to take, but the most predominant future she saw was a future bathed in purple vanity and green disgust, supported by a blue base of power Abi wondered what could possibly create such future. She traced the path of this future back to the present, and she saw a flash of herself, sitting at the table and holding Planetary Saturn's hand. In the vision she could see the form of someone behind her wielding Light, and she knew she'd been tricked right before she felt the slam of the Light's power into her gems, forcing the power back into her gems and causing her to lose consciousness.

some things are just hard to fathom. ©stuckinareverie [lowercase is intended]

Magic is supposed to be easy; there's Black, White, and Green Magic, and once a Witch picks a path, that's really all she has to worry about. But for Darlena Agara, things just keep getting harder. She's torn between her best friend's choice of the Black path, and her on-again, off-again boyfriend's choice of the White path, so she tries to stall, waiting for divine inspiration. Darlena isn't expecting the form it takes, though. Hecate, the goddess of witchcraft, shows up in her living room and pressures her to choose her path, and Lena does something stupid; she declares that she'll be a Red Witch, something that doesn't exist...or does it? Daughter of Chaos is the first book in the Red Magic series, and I'm happy to share it here with you! Enjoy! If you want to read the rest of the series, book two is called Gods of Chaos, and book three is Triumph of Chaos. Both are available wherever books or eBooks are sold.

Anna Mason loves soccer. Her father coaches both the boys' and the girls' teams at her high school. Because of this, she's at the boys practices everyday, playing with them most of the time. Charlie Baker's family just moved to Salem, Indiana. He's been waiting to tryout for the boys' soccer team ever since they arrived. While Anna knows her father's rule, Charlie doesn't even know it exists. What will happen when the rule is tempted to be broken? A love story full of humor, trustworthy friends, and just a little bit of a twist. *this story is unedited, please excuse the grammar and punctuation mistakes* ranked #551 in teen fiction on 11/21/16

"a feast of words about a girl's opinions about life, her love for trees, and a certain boy."

i love you , i hope nothing will change if you ever find this. i love you and i shouldn't. i love you and i don't know how to tell you. but if you read this, please think of me..

Drops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from where I stand I don't care if I'm under a storm All I know is those little drops are stories Every day I learn new things from this horror But I can turn them into drops of poetries. This is a compilation of my poems :)

she shed thoughts of madness and words she failed to express.