There are stories about the supernatural, many stories about ghosts and spirits, or even about mythical creatures, but none of those stories can compare to the stories of Angels, Angels are quite mysterious indeed, there are stories saying they are beautiful creatures, that they are chosen by God to fight for their honor and survival, or to even look after those who needs guidance, but sometimes they don't always follow gods orders as they choose their own path, thus becoming a Fallen Angel or a Pure Dark Angel. Angelica is turning eighteen, she is an orphan and she will be leaving her home behind, she doesn't know much about her parents, but she doesn't mind as she only cares about her beloved friend Courtney Hayes, she is all Angelica needs, Angelica then meets with a terrifying sight, and her friend is no where to be found, she is told to find others for her save Courtney and protect her as an Angel.

✥ His Ballerina & His Genius ✥ A promise, it's something you make when the end is beyond the limits for the one you love. It's something you make with the ballon maker down the street, promising him you'll come tomorrow. It's something you make with your mom when she kisses your head and sends you off to your kindergarten class. It's something you make with your BFF while making friendship bracelets, promising your friendship will last forever. But, a promise is also what I made with her. I promised her that when she watched scary movies, I'll be holding her hand. I promised her that I would cheer her on in the audience when she twirled in those tease of fluffy ballerina skirts. I promised her that I would love her more than those toffee apple cakes that my mom made only on my birthday. I promised her that I would never leave her. They say all promises are made to be broken, but the ones I had made with her were always an exception.

*18+ read at your discretion!* My hands tremble by my sides. "Don't sleep with her..." He steps toward me, his eyes dark. "Why not?" "Whatever you were planning to do to her tonight, do it to me instead," I whisper. *** Ayah has always been unremarkable in every way other than in the power she wields. Since she was little she has been able to heal even the most fatal of wounds. Because of this, her father has locked her away, keeping her powers safe from the outside world. That is, until a man appears below her balcony, giving her a glimpse into the freedom she could finally have. However, the moment she starts to trust him, he takes her captive, revealing his identity to be a powerful Alpha who needs her to heal his younger sister. But when the girls illness becomes impossible for Ayah to heal, she is dragged on a journey beside the Alpha to find an amplifier. On the way she learns their connection goes deeper than their heated attraction, to a soul bond neither can deny.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I asked my sworn enemy. "Have you lost your damn mind!" I scream at the top of my lungs. This bitch better answer me before I lose my shit. "HELLOO!" I get closer this time. Now I'm directly in his face screaming at him. "WILL YOU FUCKING AN- mmfp." I was suddenly cut off by his lips on mine. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, exploring every inch like he's starving. He lets me go and I have to gasp in order to catch my breath. I already know my face is flushed and red. "Are you done princess?" He asked in his dark gravely tone. Dammit if he doesn't stop with this princess thing I think I may fall in love. "Yes, now what the fuck was that for?" I took a step back, so he doesn't decide to just kiss me again. I can't do that again. I am almost one hundred percent sure my panties are soaked. "You were talking too much." Then he just walked away. God he's such an asshole! ~*~ Clara is stuck in this hell hole of a place because of the fact that her parents are blackmailing her to stay. Will she be able to find love here with a certain Kylo Miller or will she push him away because she's scared of being hurt again? I guess we'll find out together. ~*~ THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN: Mature language Mature themes Explicit sexual scenes Mentions of death Mentions of Eating disorders

It wasn't a life she wanted or chose. It was a life she was bought into. A debt needed to be paid, and her father paid it, even if it was at her expense. His only daughter, the child he swore he loved no matter what, was shipped off at the age of 7 alongside her brother. Surrounded by nothing but powerful, heartless men, she was shown the same kind of mercy they showed their enemies- None. Raised to be a killer, slowly turned into a monster, a life wasn't one she could have. No one knew she existed; she was his little secret, a weapon he kept in his back pocket whenever his enemies got the best of him. Born and raised to be coldblooded, what happens when things between her boss and his enemies put her in the line of fire- playing a dangerous game of trust, love, and hate- and he makes an enemy out of her?

My body was pressed against his hard slack and colliding underneath the agonizing tension, he lowered his mouth to mine and his tongue darted to run across my bottom lip. My core throbbed under his touch and my thighs clenched hard when he thrusted his hard on against my body. He then leaned to kiss me, long and angered, forcing for the tears beneath my closed lids to burn like acid. His teeth nicked my bottom lip and a cry of pain pushed through my throat. My nails clawed his forearms in retaliation but that never stopped his assault on my lips. He showed me how fucking vulnerable my body was beneath him and his words from the other night pricked my conscience. I assembled my guts and pushed his body back. I tried to step past him but he held my upper arm and pulled me back against the ropes. "Let go of me, Hades." My voice wavered. He stared down at me for a brief moment before releasing his hold and backed away. "Gladly." Hades D'amiano- vain, narcissistic and a lethal weapon. Mia Faye- seductive, assertive and a fatale lie. Secrets, love and betrayal to unfold

Madison James, seventeen year old werewolf, is miserable. Her father abuses her every day for stupid reasons like tripping over her own two feet, her mother left her when she was ten years old, she and her father are technically considered rouges. Need I go on? But when she meets Blake, her mate, everything changes. He is the light to her darkness. The beat of her heart. That is until she is raped by daddy dearest. Now, every time he looks at her, disgust fills his eyes and his fist clenched with hate. Why? An alpha cant have a cheating mate for a Luna. But what he doesn't know, is Madi is innocent, sort of. When he finds out the truth, Blake will do anything to help Madi, but the question is, will Madi want to be saved? On top of everything Madi discovers dangerous secrets about her and her past, endangering everyone she loves. A war is coming, but who will win. *In need of some serious editing, read at your own risk*

A prequel to the Spark of Chaos fantasy series. Every legend has a beginning; the task is finding it. 'A hauntingly beautiful fantasy...' After twelve years of war, Oenghus Saevaldr and Morigan Freyr want nothing more than to return home. But an unexpected sight greets them at a crossroad of four great Kingdoms. The ground is black. Death is creeping. And the two weary warriors must discover the source before the taint spreads and all life is devoured by the Void. A unique sword and sorcery fantasy with compelling characters and outstanding world-building. Prequel to Spark of Chaos Available where ebooks are sold.

It was the summer of 1976 when my father left us. It was a particularly memorable summer and my mother suffered terribly. My father had left her for a younger woman and moved into her apartment which was above a flower shop where she worked. My mother struggled making ends meet and got a job as a nursing assistant at Peaceful Haven, an old folks home that still exists although it is very badly run down now. Because she could not afford a baby sitter, my mother took me to work where I sat in the lounge and watched TV and read books. On her lunch breaks she took me across the street to Faulkner Park where she made out with Fred while I wandered around eating my sandwich. But I quickly grew bored. I was 8 then, a bright young girl with an active imagination. I imagined doors in the sandbox, swings into the sky, doors to another world. And in the rooms of the old lost souls were more doors only waiting to be opened. I took those souls with me on my adventures and eased their loneliness and age with my contagious eagerness to believe anything. And then a terrible thing happened to me, so terrible I could not speak of it. I was in hospital, unable to believe anymore and my old friends came to visit me and to believe for me. I am 30 now, and as I write this and look back I wonder if I still believe. And yes, I do. Believing got me through that summer and believing got my father to come home again.