(Editing in progress) They were fated apart, but she forced destiny to let her meet him again, but this time they were just strangers... " You won't need a driver's license to ride me, " Simran chuckled drawing circles over his husband's firm bicep that twitched under her sensual touch. "How can you be so unashamed?" He retorted jerking her away, also seizing her hand before she could fall. "I would rather be shameless than be silenced." She met his icy gaze unfazed while he was having a hard time reckoning her true motives. He scrutinized her coldly as if wanting to delete her existence. and she was admiring him as if her whole world was just him and it also only revolved around him. Simran was an Indian seductress who always imagined meeting Zander, her artist crush whom she admired since she knew what art truly was, carrying hopes in her innocent heart, she wished that maybe one day she would meet him and claim him as hers so she could forever admire him but a cold-hearted billionaire like him would never accept her despite her true feelings. Can this seductress tempt a cold-hearted Zander Walsh who is on the path of vengeance? Can Simran push behind those shackles of her horrible past and embrace him wholly forever? Will their alliance ever resolve peacefully despite their varied personalities and goals?

Lyra has been waiting for her Weaver to find her for years, unable to leave the safety of her home and only connected to him through passionate dreams - remembering nothing about him apart from his wild, sensual song. When the lone Weaver Grigore finally sweeps into her life, she finds herself instantly drawn to him, instantly recognising him as the man she had dreamt of for years. However, Lyra quickly runs into problems. Not only does he fail to recognise her but he's nothing like she imagined; cold, stubborn and determined to keep himself away from her. Rejected but determined to keep him safe as her magic whispers of his death, she follows him through danger and blood as he stalks his own hunt, desperate to shake the hooks that keeps pulling him back to her. First Volume of the Dark Folktales. This is a horror, erotic romance, with monster-of-the-week vibes, such as Buffy, Supernatural, Witcher, Claymore, and Van Helsing. (I'm a massive fan of the monster hunting genre.) Written from Sep 2011 until April 2014. This was the very first adult romance I'd written and has a plethora of problems. Despite this, I won't do further editing as I'm putting my efforts into a full re-write. Author's note - Please be mindful of what you're saying when commenting. I'm happy with helpful criticism, spelling/grammar pointers, questions or simple chatter. However, a tirade of needless, unhelpful complaints and just outright rude commentary is not welcome. My stories are terrible first drafts, they're going to be riddled with issues, so just politely highlight if you feel there's a problem. I'll listen and likely take on board the criticism. And if you're not enjoying it, that's fine, just move on and thank you for giving it a shot. The cover is my own art; sketched 2017. Mibba version which contains the original unedited draft: http://www.mibba.com/Stories/Read/394326/The-Weavers-Source/

This version of my original fanfiction adaptation of the "Legacies" series is no longer receiving updates. This will now be marked "complete" and will continue to be posted until further notice. However, a new version is soon to be released. It will be released chapter by chapter until its completion. Please note and understand that I have a full-time job and bills to pay. I will post every two weeks as applicable. However, there will be frequent breaks from posting or writing. This does include summer hiatus(es). I love and appreciate all your support as readers, and I hope my improved, more complex story is worthy of you and your time. Thank you.