Lyra Gilbert was born unwanted. Raised beneath the fists of a cruel father and the shadow of a sister who never let her forget it, she's spent her life surviving - quiet, invisible, and alone. Until the night she runs. Bleeding and hunted, Lyra disappears into the forest where the trees whisper like ghosts and the shadows press too close. But something older than wolves watches from the dark - something with golden eyes and blood-soaked claws. And it's not the only one. In a world where monsters walk in human skin and ancient bloodlines rule from the shadows, Lyra finds herself caught in the jaws of something far more dangerous than fate: a legacy she was never meant to survive. She thought freedom meant escape. She didn't know it would begin with a bite. TRIGGER WARNING There is domestic violence in this book.

Don't get frostbitten while reading this dark, gripping, passionate retelling of Snow White. Icelyn, the princess of the Winter Realm, is being used as a tether to unite the Winter and Summer Realms in an upcoming war. As a woman, she is seen as nothing more than chattel instead of the strong warrior she truly is. She longs to prove her worth to her father and people, but how do you accomplish that if never given a chance? When Icelyn's powers continue to strengthen, her evil stepmother decides that marrying her off may not be enough to rid the thorn in her side and takes a more drastic approach. For Icelyn, there is danger around every corner; even the mirrors have ears. To complicate matters, Icelyn learns that she is the fated mate of the King of the Night Realm, a wicked and unseelie fae that will do anything to claim what is rightfully his... When he comes to collect her, her entire world is turned upside down. Her fate was questionable in the Winter Realm, but how will she ever survive in a court of nightmares and ruin? *** She was mine, and it was about time they learned that. I have sat by idly for years, knowing she belonged to me, and yet, I did nothing about it. I did not want a mate, they were a weakness I could not afford, but now they were trying to join her with another, and there was no way I would allow that. "Ready or not, my little snowflake, here I come."

A 21st century covert ops agent, Cybelline found herself transported to a medieval world of magic and war without a clue of how she got there. Fine, she'll consider this as early, early retirement and try to have a quiet, peaceful life. Maybe she would buy a farm and raise some ducks. She didn't plan to have royalty fall over her doorstep and demand marriage for "taking his innocence". Granted, she tripped him first, but he deserved it. If her idyllic life had been undisturbed, she could even ignore the war between humans, the Fae, and the Folk. If they had left her alone, perhaps she would have never discovered power so potent that it could destroy the world. Perhaps she would have never become the most feared person in the realm.

The world is not stone. It is not history. It is a stitch, and she is the thread that will shred it all. Lira was a nobody-a starving, feral street rat in the shadow of Vespera's High-Ring, kept alive only by a rusted scout dagger and the scraps of a life forgotten. But when she falls into the subterranean tomb of the Old Gods, she doesn't find death. She finds the source code. Infected by the silver ink of a forbidden lineage, Lira is reborn. She is no longer just a thief; she is the Unweaver. Her body, once broken by starvation, has been forged into the perfect instrument of destruction: a Mistress of Blade and Silk, lethal, beautiful, and devastatingly balanced. Now, she is climbing the Spire. The Velvet Court thinks they are hunters, but they are merely prey in silk gowns. Lira has come for the Matriarchs, she has come for the secrets of the Loom, and she has come to look the Cosmic Gardener in the eye and tell her that the 100-book harvest is canceled. Vespera is glitching. The Unweaver has arrived. And she is holding the knife.

[ COMPLETED ] Elijah West and Aliyah Pryce have something in common: They have both been hurt before. Aliyah Pryce plans weddings. That's one thing she was absolutely sure about doing. She loved the idea of love so when she plans an amazingly beautiful wedding, she expected for it to go to plan. Except, the groom just so happens to be her ex-highschool sweetheart and the bride happens to be her highschool best friend. An orthopedic surgeon, Elijah West has gone through his life at one hundred miles per hour, no breaks and no time-outs. He's also recovering from a break up with his long-time girlfriend, Gianna Williamson. That's how he ends up at the bar down the street from his apartment, a glass of whiskey in hand and a beautiful woman sat beside him. They're both, immediately, thrust into a world of confusing emotions and complicated feelings. But you know what Jordin Sparks says, One Step At A Time. COPYRIGHT © MIDNXGHTSUN 2020

A short story about Cthulhu by H. P. Lovecraft I don't own this story this is meant for the sole purpose of fair use All rights go to the orignal author, H. P. Lovecraft

A young woman in Derry accidentally gains Pennywises attention. Enemies to lovers. Slow burn. Explicit. Summer came to Derry for a fresh start. What begins as violent confrontation turns into obsession as defiance replaces fear and lines are crossed that can't be undone. Pennywise was supposed to eat her. Instead, he watches. Tests. Pushes. Until they can no longer escape the inevitable tension that lurks within each dangerous interaction. Update schedule: weekly releases I felt hands laced through my fingers and gently, firmly pried the knife from my grip. I felt myself being lifted into the air and into arms that held me close, fabric cushioned my cheek. Without thinking, I shifted closer, my forehead resting briefly against his chest as if my body knew where to settle. I felt a breeze kiss my cheeks, turning the sweat cold. Time slipped away from me. My head tipped forward, my mouth brushing warm skin before I realized I was moving at all. I felt myself almost drop before the grip tightened, and motion returned. "Did I do good?" I mumbled with slurring words. "You did good. You did very, very good."

Nyarlathotep, by H.P. Lovecraft. This short story was written in 1920, and was first published in the November 1920 issue (No. 2) of the United Amateur.

||Pennywise x Reader|| "Forever mine. And I don't share." I once heard that when the hero tells the story, the villain always remains the villain. That's why I tell the story. Because I have fallen. Fallen deep, only to be caught by my darkest shadows. This Story contains triggering themes. Reading at your own risk.

Written by Charlotte Perkins Gilman