Going through my pictures, I went to the one that I had just taken, and the phone slowly slipped out of my grasp. What had escaped my notice before is that the couch I had taken the picture on was against a window, which showed the backyard of the house. But in this picture, it wasn't an empty backyard. No, behind my smiling face was another one, outside the window. It was his face. Covered with a black ski mask, watching me. *** All 19-year-old Layna wanted to do was forget about the guy that broke her heart, and move on with her new boyfriend Brian. But instead, she unwittingly attracted the attention of a stalker. Someone who had been watching her every move for a month, plotting and planning for the perfect moment when he could take her. What Layna never would have expected was that when he finally kidnaps her, she would have to undergo "The Test". The Test that the girls before her had gone through. The one they failed, and payed heavily for. Will she pass The Test or will she die like the others?

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❖ ''We're at six thousand feet, Cap'n. There shouldn't be land at six thousand feet.'' ❖ Rav is apprenticed by his father's wishes on an airship as unsettling as the deliveries it makes. Dreamcatcher's owner is the only captain on the continent who will sail any cargo through any part of the sky. Even parts nobody else will go. So when the ship gets caught in a storm and left rudderless in the Khaalee Navachandr, a ship-eating crescent in the middle of the ocean, nobody is coming to rescue them. Their only hope is to reach land to make repairs. The land they find, though, might only bring more trouble. ❖❖❖ Entry in Wattpad's 2020 Open Novella Contest. Shortlisted. Honorable Mention: Stunning Worlds. Complete. Comments and critiques are both welcome and appreciated. I write characters from many different backgrounds, with many different experiences. If you share those traits and find that I have misrepresented anything, please let me know! I am feedback-friendly and here to learn :) Proudly Featured On: @Adventure - Voyages and Sea Epics @Fantasy - Magical Realism @FreeThePOC - Short Story/Poetry @HighFantasy - Davy Jones' Locker (Pirates and the Sea) @Magic - Magically Thrilling/Unexpected @StoriesUndiscovered - Explore the Stars @YASciFantasy - Quests & Queens (Fantasy Adventure)

"Do you have any idea what it's like to wait for your other half for a thousand years?" "No actually. I'm only 19." Reyna Sommers Klaus Mikaelso

The High Lord of the Spring Court finds a wounded human girl named Alanna in the woods. He takes her under his wind and soon discovers that there is a once in a lifetime connection between the two. Alas, he isn't the only one with a rare connection with her. The High Lord of the Night Court soon bonds with her as well. What will happen between the three? Type: Polygamous Romance (Smut begins chapter 9) Content warning: Polygamous relationship, extreme smut, Tamlin's PTSD, Rape

Galadriel was once a spy, deep in the Autumn Court but an act of loyalty to a friend cost her that position. Now forced back into hiding, the Night Court takes charge in keeping her hidden from Beron's search for her head. Loyal to her spymaster, she faces the backlash of what that has cost her in the near two hundred years of lying and the weight of her failure breaks her down bit by bit.

❛ a falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes ❜ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⬩❖⬩ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ "How . . ." She was at a loss for words. This was a dream, right? But if it was, how could she be feeling all of this? How could she feel his magic, or his touch, or the cool air of the corridor? None of it made sense. One of his hands raised, as though wanting to touch her face, but it hesitated before lowering. Some small part of Ana was left disappointed. "You're . . . you're here? How are you here?" Ana swallowed thickly. "I⎯I don't know. I thought I was . . . this is a dream. But then . . ." Realization dawned in his eyes. "Oh." Ana frowned. What did oh mean? "Shit." "What?" Ana asked. She needed answers. This was the second strange thing that had happened in four days. "Why are you saying shit? What's going on?" His hand wrapped around her wrist again and he pulled her through the darkness, away from the door. "She can't know about this. None of them can." "Who can't know about what?" Ana nearly stumbled over her footing, but her years of training kept her upright. "Tell me what's happening. Who even are you? How am I here?"

!! This story is currently in the process of being heavily edited !! [Progress: edited through chapter 2] |A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES| Perhaps it was her own fault that the people around her always ended up hurt. Perhaps she had done something, stumbled upon some curse that doomed everything she cared about to be touched by the flame. ~ Soraya Beddor was supposed to die alongside her family the night their house was burned to the ground. To the rest of the world, she was but another body that hadn't been found among the ashes. Maybe a piece of her did die that night. Because now all she wants is to hurt the people who hurt her. To find Feyre Archeron and the faeries that sentenced she and her family to death, and make them feel every bit of her pain. But does she have it in her to become just as monstrous as those who left her to ruin?

"She was darkness and death moulded into the perfect form for him. For him. She was the darkness that was unending and unforgiving, unforgotten and unbinding." Ember Avilon. Warrior of the night. Slaughterer of kingdoms. Her name was known but forgotten. When Hybern fell so did her name, or so every one of Prythian thought. The uncontrollable rage that takes over when she sees winged Illyrians is next to none. What happens when she feels an undeniable pull to one, and not only an Illyrian but a shadow singer? But she's not there to make friends - a war is heading. And she's the key to helping them all. Azriel, the shadow singer, and spymaster has never met anyone like him. Who had to learn to live in the darkness, and maybe he likes that. Or so everyone thinks. What happens when another shows up, thrown at his High Lord's feet for treason? And what happens when the two shadow singers find an odd comfort in one another - a comfort that could either bind them together for eternity - or destroy their souls to the darkness that forbids both? "You will fight to survive Ember. Not for me. Not for this damned court. For you." "You are every reason, every hope, and dream I've ever had under this nightly sky for someone to be mine. Truly mine." "I cannot stay away from you." "I don't know if you've ever loved yourself." "I killed for you" - "You didn't live for me" "I saw you walking down those stairs ... and I wanted you so badly, I thought I might set the whole godforsaken world on fire just to have you." [I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR THE SERIES OF ACOTAR, ONLY MY OWN CHARACTERS. ALL CREDITS GO TO SARAH J MASS] [MATURE THEMES OF GORE, SEXUAL AND ADULT THEMES] This is an enemy to lovers' book; with a VERY VERY slow burn I will warn. :) Enjoy! Sydney Kelly #1 shadow singer 23/02/22 #1 sarahjmass 14/06/22 #1 illyrians 05/09/22 #1 hybern 09/09/22 #1 acosf 08/04/23 #1 thenightcourt 08/04/23