I am invisible. No, not like having super power invisible but I have been invisible since I was cursed. Messing with high power priestess is not a good option. I have been what you call a bad boy. I loved dating girl, breaking hearts, late night rendezvous and rule breaking. So my curse was to live an endless life with a added bonus of being invisible so that I was alone for immortality. Since I was so very good looking and she kind of had a soft spot for me, she left a loop hole. My curse will be lifted if I find true love. I wish it was that easy because in my case no one can even see me so falling in love with me was out of question. Tristyn Moore is a cursed bad boy now invisible. Iorwen Haywell is the tomboy of her town with gang of friends, with rough child hood she is now one tough girl. Though she is pretty enough but for some reason she has never dated and is like invisible to opposite sex. Can two invisible people will be finally able to see and believe in each other? #1 in Fantasy on 02-05-2016

Cylthiana is the daughter of Draken and Maritha, the queen and lord of the dragons. Through child birth Maritha was poisoned by a dragon hunter and she died giving birth to Cylthiana. Now because of the poison running through her veins she was born human and her dragon spirit was cursed into a deep sleep. To protect her from evils, Draken put a spell on her to mask the scent of her dragon and she was sent to the human realm to a family that helped protect dragons from hunters.

******Copyright© All Rights Reserved. Please do not copy this story.****** ****Completed and Currently Being Revised**** ~*~ blurb ~*~ After spending 5 years in self-imposed exile, the last thing Hazel George was expecting was finding herself thrown head-over-heels into the life she left behind; and all for the sake of the people she was supposed to be proud to call family. After dedicating his life to his career at Steel Industries, the last thing Van goth Steel was expecting was finding himself in a marriage of convenience; and all for the sake of protecting the shares he had already worked so hard for. Hazel is her own woman, an artist and a recluse with severe complex towards anything concerning 'humans'. Van goth is a businessman, with a social life a mile wide. Hazel and Van goth share no common ground; except, maybe, controlling fathers. They are thrown together in an arranged marriage with little less than instant hate. But when sparks of attraction fly, they find themselves anchored together by the evidence of a night filled with longing. ******Copyright© All Rights Reserved. Please do not copy this story.******

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Free to read! 19-year-old Jane, newly-single, moves to London to work for her friend, Kitty. But Kitty is hiding something about the café - and about Jane and Kitty's past. ***** If you looked at her Instagram, you'd think Jane had the perfect life. But a family tragedy and a big break up shatters that illusion, prompting Jane to drop out of university and move to London. She gets a room above a bookstore and a job as a barista, thanks to her childhood friend Kitty. Struggling with feelings of loneliness among the happy staff, Jane feels further ostracized when Kitty refuses to discuss Matt, who used to live in the bedroom Jane took over and who left under mysterious circumstances. As Jane struggles to find herself, and get the attention of the cute bartender, Harper, she discovers that the Brew Books café is brewing with dark secrets. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

******Copyright© All Rights Reserved. Please do not copy this story.****** *Compelled is the second installment of Forced.* ***************************************************************** She met Van She married Van She got pregnant She lost the baby She left Van. Two years has passed, and Van goth Steel was just about crumbling to nothing. His world stopped when she got hurt, and ended when she left. Now all the pain of losing the woman he loved and his unborn child was eating away at his existence and he was no longer willing to fight. Hazel George-Steel needed to leave the make-believe safe-haven she has created, to shield herself from all her worries, to save the only man she has ever loved; and whom she knew cared -loved, if she dared- about her. The path they take is either up to them, or faith.

Don't show fear. Don't attract attention. Don't forget who the monsters are. Those are seventeen-year-old Janneke's three rules to surviving in the Permafrost. Her family is dead, her village burned to the ground, and now she's a slave in a court of merciless goblins. Though her master, Soren, offers her a small sphere of protection, it comes at the cost of abandoning humanity and their ways for good. When the Goblin King is defeated in a fight, it ignites an ancient competition to become the next King. The goal is simple: kill the sacred White Stag before the other goblins kill you. Soren sees it as the perfect opportunity to shape Janneke's acceptance of the goblins' way and give in to the hatred and violence festering inside of her. Janneke's only hope for survival is to outrun, outfight, and out-kill every creature in her path, all the while dealing with Soren, whose fierce desire for her to be a goblin is shadowed by his fascination for her human heart. Hunting the Stag is Janneke's best chance at revenge over those who enslaved her, but to succeed, she'll have to watch her humanity bleed out like the creatures she's sworn to kill. **CREDIT FOR THE WONDERFUL COVER GOES TO @seventhstar *** ***COMPLETED. THE SEQUEL, GOBLIN KING, IS IN THE PROCESS OF WRITING AND POSTING. ENJOY!!!***

A married writer begins a passionate and destructive affair with a tortured artist, not knowing he has loved her since they met thirteen years ago. ***** Eloise Airens sat as a model for an art class thirteen years ago, where a damaged young artist, Aidan Foley, fell in love with her. For him, she was everything. For her, he was just a face in the crowd. But thirteen years later, Eloise's marriage is struggling and she ends up at Aidan's latest art show in New York. He's immediately drawn to her as he's never gotten over his obsession, and she's drawn to him because despite his pretentious art, only he can make her feel truly alive. Despite trying to save her marriage and stay true to her values, Eloise can't escape the pull of the talented, brooding, yet tortured Aidan Foley. Will she stay with the world she knows, or risk everything? And more importantly, will she do so before Aidan tells her about their strange past? [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]]

There are many worlds beyond our own. We are one of many realities and as is true of others ours is not without magic. After a fateful encounter with an apprentice wizard named Markus, 17-year-old Alium Sahar begins to question reality as she knows it. Now faced with an omnipresent sub-world that always hovers on the edge of human belief, she is dragged into a society with no relation at all to the laws of reality. She is now faced with a choice: abandon everything she's ever known or stay in her mundane world armed with the knowledge that there is something more? Something much more...

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.