Andrew's new roommate hates his guts. A roommate who just happens to have...fangs? 🩸🩸🩸 Set in the year 2310, in a planet called Ather - an alternate reality of Earth - a war-torn continent is crawling with supernatural creatures. Andrew moves to a new city to enroll at a prestigious boarding school, and shortly after his arrival, drained bodies start turning up around campus. He certainly never expected his senior year to be spent fighting eternal beings. 🏆🏆🏆 #4 in mysteryromance #13 in fantasycreatures 📆 13/08/22

Adele knows she witnessed a murder - what she doesn't know is just how personal it is. ***** A girl was brutally murdered in the basement of a sorority house in spring 2011. Adele Theroux thinks she saw the killer - and the killer definitely saw her. What she doesn't know is why this all happened and who this guy is. As she tries to solve the mystery from a distance while in witness protection, the connections keep getting weirder and more personal. Might she be able to relate to the killer in a way that no one else can? And what does that mean about her own psyche? *2019 Watty Award for Mystery/Thriller* [[word count: 50,000-60,000 words]] Cover designed by April Alforque

**PREVIOUSLY A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY** She's there. Then after a moment, she's not. Grace and Leigh are twins. They share a lot of things and know each others so well. But when Leigh starts missing and is soon found dead, Grace is out to know who might be the suspect of her sister. And as soon as the stories unfold, she will find out that there's more than meets the eye. Nanowrimo 2015 Winning Novel (c) Kristine Cuevas ~ 12/17/16 Featured Story under Mystery/Thriller genre

Kendall Rossi isn't your average thirteen-year-old girl. At the young age of five her brothers dropped her off at an old orphanage which they claimed would be way safer and more practical than living with them and their Italian mafia problems. That wasn't the case. For years Kendall was switching from foster family to foster family. Some were sweet, some just needed the cash, and some had awful intentions. Like Gaston Tremblay, her current foster father. A couple years after the Rossi brothers left Kendall, they realized how much they craved and needed the little girl's bubbly and joyful personality in their life. They spent three full years trying to find Kendall but there was no trace of her. They eventually gave up and adopted a little girl around the age of eleven who would have been two years older than Kendall at the time. May, the little girl did help tie the broken family together, but it still wasn't the same, but they learned to cope and almost fully erased Kendall out of their lives. Until Alessandro Rossi the eldest of the brothers received a shocking phone call that would soon change their lives.

When someone dies mysteriously during a Psych experiment, Rhiannon becomes enmeshed in a conspiracy that includes both the survivors and the killer. ***** Short on cash, Rhiannon Ford signs up to take part in a social psychology experiment based on group think. But when a participant dies under mysterious circumstances, and the story surrounding that death seems mired in conflicting lies, she's quickly drawn into a web of conspiracies that merge urban legends, rivalries, and the very psychological principle the test was about. When everyone is lying, how can Rhiannon find the truth? ***** [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN