(Reapers Chronicles Book I of III) (Watty Awards Paranormal Story of 2012) I know I'm supposed to be dead. But for some reason, I'm not. I am Aramis Rayne. Occupation: Personal Assistant. Sounds boring, right? But the job description is a lot more complicated than that. Well, maybe because my boss is an Immortal. Now, I'm bound to him. And it all started on the day I died. From childhood, Aramis already knows that she's different. All her life, she had isolated herself from everyone, but when she moves into a small town and meets an obnoxious, mysterious boy named Vincent Sinclair, her world is turned upside down. Her dream of a normal, boring life becomes out of reach when she is plunged into the world of 'Immortals' who are the keepers of balance between death and the living. Now, Aramis is forced to choose: the world or her love?

PUBLISHED UNDER CLOAK POP FICTION I am Aramis Rayne. Immortal. Full-time familiar. Short-term goal: Rescue my boss from total annihilation. And how to do that? I'm going to need a miracle.

Yet another short story. The clouds cry. The sky is grim. For a girl and her umbrella, the possibilities are endless.

The shortest story ever written about one girl who did everything. About things random and weird. About life and love. To prove that there are things more wonderful than what meets the eye.

(A Leon Walden Story--Sequel to Life as Told by Nerdy) One word. One broken promise. One fateful night. That was all it took to lose her. And I knew we'd never be the same. I wanted to touch her face, hold her hand, to see her smiles again-even if I knew they weren't for me to keep. Now I'm back to square one. I'd make her mine again. But first, I've got to learn how to date a nerd.

PUBLISHED UNDER CLOAK POP FICTION What's dead should stay dead. When you mess with the natural order, things could go horribly wrong. Having a six-hundred year old rotting soul, for example. Or discovering that your boss is the son of the Devil. I am Aramis Rayne. Full-time familiar. Part-wraith. Occupation: prevent the end of the world. Sounds impossible? You haven't seen the worst part yet.

As if life wasn't hard enough being bullied and treated like garbage all the time; my loathsome, insufferable seat mate just had to come with his "secrets" and torture my every waking hour. What's the big deal you say? Nothing except for the fact that he's some insanely beautiful Greek God under those nerdy glasses. And now, he lives next door. I'm Sarah and this is my story. Disclaimer: This story was written in 2011. Just so you know.