He was nothing like her. "I've got your next assignment," The caller says, "Are you ready?" He loads his gun. "Always." She was nothing like him. "Are you sure that this is allowed?" She asks. They were the two sides of a coin; "I'm a fúcking assassin little girl. I kill for money and sometimes, just for the fun of it." He was the villain, She was the girl he was going to get at any cost, "So we are friends?" He asks, "Yes. We are." She replies. "But I want to be more than that." He says and her eyes widen in surprise. They fall in love, But sometimes, love isn't enough, sometimes you have to put your faith in Him too. Because He decides how every story starts and how it ends. "Do you believe in God?" She asks, he shakes his head. "That's just a bunch of bull. In the world we live in, He doesn't exist." He replies. "I think, no I know He exists." She tells him, "And when I die, I'm going to Him." She smiles. "Like I'll let you go that easily." He laughs. But in the end, he is left with no choice to believe and put his faith in Him. Because He was all that stood between death and the woman he couldn't live another day without. And sometimes, the villain is the good guy. ©2015, CeeTheSpinster™ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

In a world where vampires feed from other vampires and males dominate females... there is but one precious thing left in their world which every vampire craves... A Mihr. Dohmenic is the Dralan - the King - of all vampires, and survives purely on clean blood; The blood of a Mihr, a virgin. Without a Dralaq, a Queen, he has to feed from Mihrs to ensure the continuation of his pure blood and the claim to the throne. But the times are dire; Mihrs are becoming rarer and rarer each day, and so the Dralan is slowly fading from bloodthirst. He desperately needs a Mihr to feed. Leyla is a Mihr. She is one of the few that is left in the world ruled by hungry, savage male vampires and she intends to stay that way. In hiding from the frenzied males, she ends up in the one place that should have been her only safe haven in the world; The Dralan's castle. Disguising herself as a Kischmir (a servant), she pretends she is but a mere commoner whose blood is not the purest kind in the kingdom. But when the Dralan nearly dies from cruel thirst, her blood is all that can save him. To be a Mihr means you can't be bedded by a male, otherwise your blood will be tainted. But as things grow heated between the Dralan and Leyla, will Dohmenic be able to keep his hands off her? After all, we always want what we can't have...

"He was unstoppable; killing everything in his path, he brought infinite darkness, everywhere he went. He was blinded by darkness and evil; he couldn't see, not until the beautiful creature he was strangling, shot her eyes open as she took her last breath. The dark clouds that seem to always follow him rained hard over his warriors and him, letting all know; an Alpha's Luna; was dead." +Both the rough draft & the rewritten version included inside+ *Rough Draft Completed The rewritten version is being posted in the second section with ✓. «This book is written in 1st person POV» 100K reads | 10/30/16 Thank you so much for half a mil.

She had a pretty good life, to tell the truth. Working as a trauma nurse in the emergency room of her town had been engaging and rewarding, and nightly dinners with her family had been the highlight of her day after a long shift of beating back death and saving lives. The keyword was 'had'. Ever since the Monsters took the liberty of overthrowing the human government and demoting mankind to the bottom of the food chain, things have gone to shit for her species. Especially for her and her younger sister. Now no longer able to do what she loves as a full time gig, Riona scrapes by day to day working in a food packaging factory to keep her and her sister afloat in this new world.. all the while patching up an injured human here and there, since physicians for humans were no longer a luxury. Things had been fine for the past few years in this new world, both she and her sister had finally adapted to their oppressed lifestyle.. at least until a certain injured Beta is quite literally deposited on her couch.

These are all little itty bitty stories that are just here to make you happy. They never end; I just keep posting and posting these ideas that pop into my head or dreams that come to me in my sleep. There's never a sad ending, just a dash of humor, and just enough perfection to get you to smile. I hope they make you as happy as I was when I was writing them. Otherwise I'll cry and drown myself in Ben and Jerry's Cinnamon Buns ice cream. I'm just kidding. ...Or am I?

With Roma in chaos, the wolf leaders are nipping at the edge of Roma to tear it apart and claim their pound of flesh. Will Evelyn be able to hold Roma together in time of need or will this be the downfall of Roma that everyone predicted. This is the sequel to Wolves of Roma

Book 1 of 3 [ C O M P L E T E D ] Most people dream of the stars and the things that come from them. They even have the infamous saying "Shoot for the moon; even if you do not succeed, you will be among stars." But no one ever dreams of what happens, if you actually meet the things that come from the stars and if it is, they can only imagine little green martians. It's just never thought about. Except now they've come. Except now those things are here. And they need Earth females to reproduce. ~*~ Published: Dec 26, 2014 Completed: July 8, 2015 Cover: me

He was created to destroy me but no one told me that, no one warned me not to fall in love with him, not to get trapped in those amber eyes. Amber Mikelson holds a power that could be fate changing for a hidden magical tribe. The tribe appoints a warrior, a shifter to kill her to prevent the prophecy. Laserian Ó Fearghaile is the most lethal, short tempered, ruthless shape shifter of 'The Hooded' tribe, tribe of shape shifters that can take any animal shape they want. They are like super natural assassins. He is assigned to kill their prime target: Amber Mikelson. A girl who is not scared of his cold demeanour. Could the guy assigned to destroy Amber save her from himself and the wrath of the Hoods? Note: Part II of Can you Series. Its a stand alone and you DO NOT need to read the first one for this! But I advise you to read it for fun! :) #2 in Fantasy on 12-05-2016

"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

**Only the bonus chapter is paid, the rest of the story is (and will stay) free!!** Libby Marks-Whelan is decidedly not a lady. Kicked out of nearly every finishing school in the country, she's shocked when her demure, straight-laced cousin Ella invites her to the royal court as attendant during her debutante season. What Ella fails to realize, however, is that Libby's brand of mischief is exactly the kind of distraction Prince Andrew is looking for during his inaugural season as an eligible bachelor. Cover designed by Adam Budny