Authour's note: this story is on temporary hiatus until further notice due to impending doom of writer's block. "She was not from this time. Royal blood coursing through her body. Her perfection fit for a goddess. She is a goddess, I her King and she my Queen..." No King is a King without his Queen. The soon to be Pharaoh of Upper Egypt needed to find himself a bride. With him being the only child of the current Pharaoh, he was expected to marry the princess from Lower Egypt therefore, joining the two lands which he would have control over. He would not marry her. She was not the one the gods were leading him to. He vowed that he would rule alone and if he dies before his rightful Queen arrives, he shall rise and time shall repeat itself and he will, with his Queen rule over Egypt! A vow made hundreds of years ago, told by the old to their grandchildren and by parents to their children. To most it was a myth, to some it was just a legend waiting to happen... But in this age? The 21st century? Watch the story unfold... A modern tale with an ancient twist... Pharaoh's Queen.

Jaleh Fell Once And Got Hurt.What Happens When She Falls Again? Current cover by: @Lovelymeghann 1st Cover By: @Kaylaloco393

Kara James is a librarian, who seems shy and reserved. She isn't all that shy as people thinks. At the age of twenty-seven she owns her own Escort service. Kara uses the alias, Beauty. As the owner she never is the actual Escort because she has beautiful and educated women on her roster to get the job done. On the spur of the moment she has to fill in for one of her girls and has to accompany business mogul, Draydon Maxwell. Kara is knocked off her feet when he wants her to be his personal and only his Escort. What will Kara do being that she is attracted to Draydon and his deadly good looks? MATURE CONTENT & SEXUAL CONTENT!

"Do you know what to do, Amunet?" A voice as sweet as silk whispered into the young girl's ear. Amunet didn't look over her shoulder, but shifted uncomfortably on her bare feet before nodding her head. A soft hand touched her back and urged her forward. All eyes turned towards the girl dressed in transparent linen with her dark hair tumbling down her back and her violet eyes lined by kohl. Every movement caused the jewels on her wrists and ankles to dangle and shimmer in the light. She raised her head and found the Pharaoh's transfixed stare. His jade eyes narrowed in on hers and the room became still and silent. Amunet bowed and, at the pluck of a harp string, began to dance. --- DISCLAIMER: this story is NOT historically accurate. It does not take place in any real time period and therefore there will be inaccuracies and areas that don't make sense in the context of "ancient Egypt." CONTENT WARNING: though this story is not explicit (sexual or otherwise), it does mention more mature themes that may be troubling to some readers, including but not limited to forced prostitution and miscarriage. cover by @Addietay

This book was found in an old, abandoned mansion in France. It appears to be a diary kept by one Miss Belle Desrosiers, a girl reported missing some time ago. ------ Think you know Beauty and the Beast? Think again... "The Secret Diary of Belle" is the latest book in my Grimmoire Series.

"Have you ever murdered?" The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them.He was so bad with his anger, I wouldn't be surprised if he just killed someone in the heat of the moment. I saw his lip turn up a bit, as if he was trying not to smile. "I don't think you want me to answer that." He spat. "I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to know." I shot back. I needed to hear him say it, I needed to know who I was dealing with here. "Yes." He had lowered his voice and said each word like he meant it. I could see something in them; not pain or regret, I couldn't put my finger on it. I took in a deep breath before carefully asking the next question. "Did you enjoy it?" I studied him. He looked away for a brief second, then he stared straight at me, not breaking the contact. "Every bit of it." He had said in a dark tone. "I liked watching the panic in their eyes when they realized I would be the last thing they looked at." I gasped, killing bothered me, but enjoying it was a whole different level. I couldn't even look at Au- no him- he didn't deserve a name at this moment; he was a monster.

Sometimes the side chick is better.

Monachopsis n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach. -lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you'd be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home.

mis·con·cep·tion ˌmiskənˈsepSH(ə)n/ noun a view or opinion that is incorrect because it is based on faulty thinking or understanding.