The SECOND book of the award-winning series THE FATES: a saga of three mortal girls who also happen to be mythical goddesses... and the all-powerful directors of human destiny. The series alternates between their modern-day drama and their epic adventures across world history! ** SPOILERS ahead – please proceed only if you have read Book I ** Since coming down to earth, the Fates have changed. Their lives are twined with mortal threads upon the Loom. Clotho has felt love and loss; Lachesis has faced fears and found new hope; Atropos has been fighting darkness, in the world and in her soul. As primordial Chaos urges them, all three must fight on against the darkness in the heart of humankind, to strive to save their mother from impending doom. Thousands of years later, in 2015, three mortal girls are on the verge of fateful self-discovery. Cloe, Lacey, and Atria have all arrived in Greece, where they've crossed paths with one another—and with a mysterious grey-eyed woman whose presence in their lives may have awakened certain powers. Amidst heart-stopping love triangles and other twists and turns, the Fates will find that they have much to learn about their true identities, abilities, and interwoven destinies. ~~~~~~~~~~ Join the Fates and all their lovers, friends, and foes as they embark on the second installment of this star-crossed journey across space and time! Much luv as always to all my dear Fatefuls—and for any new folks out there, a warm welcome to the big, happy #Fateful family :D Note: Book I of The Fates is available at http://www.wattpad.com/story/14913477-the-fates-book-i-2014-watty-award-winner [PG-13 for adult language, non-graphic sexual content, mature themes]

“Are you alright?" The corner of Eirnin’s mouth quirked up with a hint of a smile, probably remembering her reaction when he’d asked her that a moment ago. Story smiled sheepishly back up at him. "I'm fine. I think I just stepped on a rock and cut my foot. If I ever find out who took my shoes, I'll kill them." He lowered himself to one knee and bent over to pick up her injured foot. "I'd be willing to bet it was one of the fey. They're very territorial by nature and often take things that are left lying—” His voice cut off abruptly, and he stiffened before jerking to his feet and backing away from her as if she had a contagious disease. He stopped only when his back hit a tree. Eirnin of the Eáchan clan’s silver eyes—now with hints of bright yellow to them—widened in astonishment, and he stared, transfixed, at the red blood dripping from her foot. "What are you?"

“Spring has something of mine; he knows what it is.” She smiled coldly. “I need you to bring it to me.” “And why would I do that?” Story folded her arms over her chest. A branch from the sidhe’s hair glided out in front of her, bearing a single, small acorn. “Because I poisoned Eírnin.” One of the tattoos on her shoulder coalesced into a live oak leaf, and she plucked it before standing up and holding it out toward Story. “And if you want the antidote, you will bring me what I seek.” Story lunged for the leaf, but the Autumn Princess was too quick and crushed it in her hand. “You have until winter’s first frost reaches him. Then, he dies.” Without waiting for a response, Metirreonn disappeared in a scattering of red-gold leaves and sparks. * * * * * Six months after arriving in the world of Ailionora, Story finds herself once again on a quest; only this time it is not to save a dying race but the life of the elf she loves. Along the way, she must face the consequences of her previous choices and battle with enemies both old and new while she races against time. “Engagingly demonstrates that readers of all ages can get drawn into a world of magic and adventure.” — Karen Lyon, The Hill Rag

The temperature dropped, and, shivering, Story stood and turned slowly around. A massive polar bear towered over her, his mouth twisted into an animalistic grin. “You’re sick, Geamhradann.” “I’m so glad you remember me.” The Winter King sat down on his haunches and licked one of his dinner plate sized paws clean of drying silver blood. “And I’m feeling quite well, thank you very much.” Story rubbed her hands over her arms against the freezing wind. She couldn’t feel her feet any longer, and though her head told her to run, she knew it was no good. Geamhradann would catch her as soon as she moved. She looked around for a weapon, a rock, a chunk of ice, anything to throw at him to force him to break his concentration and therefore loosen his hold on her in the dreamscape, so she could wake up. “You should know better, half-blood. You can’t hurt me here.” Story must face an evil greater than any she’s encountered before. As darkness looms over Ailionora, Story, her companions, and all of the races of Ailionora band together to fight for their very survival. “Spendlove acknowledges authors Michael Stackpole and Aaron Allston in her book. Her writing style mirrors the easy readability of those two master wordsmiths, where the words flow and the characters don’t make you stop and wonder why they are doing something. The tale just feels believable and the characters relatable.” -Tricia Barr, FANgirl Blog

They walk among us. All three, living normal mortal lives. Cloe is graduating college; Lacey is getting married; Atria is bar-hopping and breaking hearts. Today, they are human. But they are also the three Fates—the all-powerful directors of human destiny. And they don't even know it. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos did not always take mortal form. They dwelt in the Cave, working the Loom, till something happened on Olympus that changed everything one day. Since then, they've roamed the earth and led thousands of lives throughout its history. The Fates may not remember who they are, for now... but their legacy is not to be forgotten. And their story is just begging to be told. *A Wattpad Featured story* *Winner of 2014 Watty Award – Best of Interactive Storytelling* [PG-13 for adult language, non-graphic sexual content, mature themes]

Zayns a scientist, Niall is a Merman. Warning , boyxboy smut more into the book. And Larry

Margaret Delterro always wanted to be a famous singer. However, she doesn't seem to have the talent for it. She was about to give up when a storm changes her life forever... What would you do when you wake up to find a merman right in front of you, asking for help? ***************** Special thanks to wattpad user, keysandguitar for my previous cover. Anyway, I've decided to change it. This time, it's a picture by Ms. Annie Leibovitz for her Disney-inspired photoshoot featuring celebrities. I think in this new cover, it's Michael Phelps who got the tail. I don't own the photo at all. =)

1500 years before the events in The Human: The elf queen motioned from the two Seasons back to the elf by her side. “This is Ealis. She will accompany the Spring Prince on his journey and assist him as needed.” “What?” Morrigann’s jaw dropped and he tore his gaze from Ealis back to the Summer Queen. “What journey?” His mother silenced him with a simple look. “A half-blood has a been found.” Turning back to the mage, the Spring Prince found her meeting his gaze steadily, almost with a note of challenge. Her silver eyes, while maintaining the typical elvish aloofness Morrigann had come to expect over the years, narrowed as she glared, actually glared at him. “Mother, I must object. I am the Lord of the Spring! Bringer of life. If I cannot recover a simple half-blood on my own—” “This is no simple half-blood.” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "At times lyrical, at others brooding, Janine K. Spendlove's collection of short stories are most certainly enthralling. Milt, Mera, and her assortment of characters are so well portrayed the pages seem to breathe. Take a trip into a cave on Columbus Day Weekend, and lose yourself in well-written prose worth coming back to for a second read." - Jean Rabe, USA Today Bestselling fantasy author "Lyrical language, vivid settings, warmly sympathetic characters—and emotion so strong it can knock you off your feet. Stories don't get much better than this.” —Aaron Rosenberg, author of the bestselling SF comedy series The Adventures of DuckBob Spinowitz "Janine Spendlove is a master storyteller. I could read her "War of the Seasons" tales forever. They always leave me wanting more and more and more." - Jennifer Brozek, author of the Karen Wilson Chronicles.