99.999999% of the characters are black. That's it's. That's the description. Check out the sequel to this book called "How Did You Want It Again?" EDITED: 2021

[Wattpad Picks: Editors' Choice] Saoirse's blood dances with iron and trickery, a secret she has managed to sheathe from all faery alike. Until now, that is. When Saoirse's cunning and charade is shredded to bits by the malevolent interfering of faery royalty, Saoirse makes a vow of thorns; edged and prickly, one dangerous enough to cost her the life she invoked it for. To keep her life and the cursed magic that makes her both admired and feared, she must use her prized gifts to cross faery territory and charm her way into the heart of the Alder King's Court at the command of the Spring.

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.

Saoirse's blood dances with iron and trickery, a secret that is no longer sheathed, nor hers to keep. When Saoirse's cunning and charade is torn asunder by her very own hands, she finds herself in a precarious peril, fighting to salvage her life and that of The Alder King, to whom she has unwittingly given her heart. Bastard Daughter of the Spring. Cursed Iron Faery. Ill-fated lover to the Alder King. She goes by many titles, but none reveal that her very life is bound of iron and thorns, still hinged on a vow she made to the Spring Court. Skin stamped with scars, and head held high, Saoirse must learn to navigate this world of malevolent faery trickery, with dangers and ancient secrets abounding, on a perilous journey to wreck havoc on the Spring.

"I know I should've talked to you about it but I-" I started but stopped, looking down at my feet again. I had no excuse. The only thing on my mind was graduating, I never put his feelings into perspective. "Dominic, I'm sorry. I was being selfish and only thinking of myself but baby, I promise if you give me another chance.." I trailed off, breathing heavily. "..if you give us another chance, I'll never do it again. I promise." I tried to grab his face but he roughly pulled away from me. "Don't touch me." He spoke sternly, breaking me even more. "Look.." He trailed off, looking away again. "Me and you..we're done." He spoke, finally looking down at me. "Dominic." I pleaded. "Don't say that. Please." "Na', this shit is over, T." He went on and I began to sob.

She's the reason the heart of my family had been torn apart. Because that night, I'd chosen to save her. [Cover Design by Ren Tachibana]

*Currently being edited* An assassin for whoever is willing to pay the price for her services, Aerilynn Maeve Stormbringer lives alone. In a world full of chaos and cruelty, she has placed herself into a life of silence, speaking rarely or not at all Aerilynn kills to survive and accepts help from nobody. When her closest and only ally, Brynn, is ordered to take part in the musical games hosted by High King Azazel of the House of Night, Aerilynn joins her on the journey to the rightly nicknamed "Court of Silver Teeth." There Aerilynn must help Brynn navigate the sharp claws and slicing words of the court netizens, all the while Aerilynn battles the growing tension and sparks growing between her and the dark king. As well as protecting those she loves from the rebellious fae that have infiltrated the supposedly impregnable capital and defending her newfound friends from the Grand Assassin that she used to work for. Will she be able to do it? Read to find out!