"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

[Book 1] Belle is a cursed She Elf. Betrayed by her own family, Belle runs for the hills, forced to accept her new life. Taking the form of an owl in the daylight and reveals her true self in the moonlight. She cannot tell a single soul about her curse. Until, Belle catches the eye of a certain elf, or should I say Prince... Follow Belle on a journey as she struggles with her inner self, falls for a cold hearted elf and faces the consequences. *This story is set way before The Hobbit, When Thranduil was about to be crowned*

Meet Liam. He's the Prince of Zufairia, girl-charmer, and party-goer. Then meet Raine. She misses her twin dead sister, cuts herself, and little-miss-perfect on the outside. One dreary Februrary day their lives will intermix. By the time that Liam turns 21, he needs to find a girl suitable enough to marry or else his dad will choose for him. Time is coming to an end so his dad ships him off to the big apple. On him first day there, he saves Raine from jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge. He then offers her a place to stay for the night. He wanted to choose her, but there's only one problem. He hasn't seen her since that night. That is, until he sees her in the streets some months after that Feburary day. Will he be able to win her over in time, or will he be too late?