Winner of 2016 PROJECTWD Award, Paranormal category, on Wattpad. A hunky carpenter plans to adopt six kids -- IF he can convince authorities that he is not crazy. He isn't. His teapot really DOES talk! This is a funny way to build a family!

Evil spirits. A cursed prince. Death itself in disarray. Iris just wants to go home, but fate has other plans for this young priestess and her odd companions. /// The land of Erinlin is dying, its ancient traditions choked out by the Kaerent church and its true priestesses, the Candlemaidens, increasingly regarded with fear and suspicion. All Iris wants is to tend her candles, win her shade battles, and chat with the spirits of her realm. But when she is torn away from her home by the Kaerent king, she learns that her country needs her to be far more than a typical Candlemaiden-- she must be as the legendary priestesses of old and walk through Death itself. *** Cover help from the awesome @ArdenBrooks. Special thanks to @rainersalt, @giveitameaning, and @piperjones033 !

I died yesterday. But to make no mistake. This is not a story about death. This is a story about love. Not lust. Not anger. Not forgiveness. Not desire. Just love. Stories aren't so simple this way anymore I think. This one is simple enough. Girl meets Boy. She hates boy, but she finds him intriguing. She learns more about him and suddenly his golden dark brown eyes remind her of the setting sun. Suddenly hate... is dislike... then friendship... then kindness... Suddenly it is love. In this story... Girl meets boy. But first the girl must die. Second she has to become his food. Third, the Boy must reveal his darkest secret. That he is no boy at all. But a monster the world had thought they'd killed off long, long ago. A Nosferatu. A lineage of vampires that would make any man's -magical or human-blood freeze over in fear. So really this story is dead Girl meets undead Boy and discovers she must be his food for eternity. But trust me, I promise... it's not that complicated.

Shawnee Blackfoot has dreamed of one man every night since she was four years old. The only thing she knows about him is that he is Native American and his name, Cheveyo. Sadly, he dies in the dream every time. She is deeply in love with him. He promises her eternal love and tells her that he will return. After twelve years of the same repetitive dream, it suddenly changes, along with the rest of Shawn's life.

"Long ago, at the beginning of time, a vampire fell in love with a human. This was forbidden in those times and the vampire was cursed," Thomas said, dabbing at my cuts again. Dace and Cade grinned. "This story," Dace said. "He tells it every time," Cade grinned. "Preposterous! Boring fairy tales..." Jamie scolded, although even he glanced towards us as Thomas told the story. "By then, it was already too late. The human was pregnant with twins, one human, one vampire..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stories and legends have surround them for centuries. Hell, even movies have been made about them. But one thing I never, ever could've imagined was that they were real. Or that I was claimed by one. Because people don't just get claimed by gold eyed devils and live to tell the story. Vampires are careful that way. Vampires...are dangerous that way. And vampires are very much real that way. Highest ranking #58 in vampire

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Anubis is a twenty three year old waitress, working at a normal cafe. She has a normal life and normal best friend. All that changed the second Victor d'Reúx stepped into her cafe. What started off as quick glances turned into longing stares. After a while, Anubis feels like she's being watched. Things in her home begin to shift. Was Victor not the shy recluse Anubis pictured him to be? After all, all monsters hide in plain sight. | • | Excerpt: She let out a shaky breath, letting the soothing feeling of warm water run down her body. She swallowed and tired her head to the side, letting the warm water run down her neck. Had what she saw been real? No, it couldn't be. Victor wasn't like that. Right? She continued to wash herself, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in her apartment. Not long into the shower, she felt a large hand touch her upper back. Anubis froze, fear gripping her being. The large hand traveled south, ending at her lower back. "L-Luca this isn't funny. Quit it a-already." She choked out, to afraid to move. The hand retracted and at that very moment, she turned around. Nothing. Her breath quickened as she covered her breasts. Quickly stopping the water, she opened the curtains and grabbed her towel. A scream nearly escapees her lips as she saw what was on her mirror. 'MY NAME IS NOT LUCA.' ✨ - UPDATED EVERY TUESDAY AND THURSDAY !

Sydney has lived more than one life, she has been alive since 1679. She dead drowning on a slave ship, and she came back as another baby. She doesn't know why this happens and after so many years, and so many bodies she doesn't care. She doesn't look for answers, she doesn't pray, she doesn't love. She sees life as nothing but a moment, but in one life she fell in love, but like nature does she died. She died giving birth to her son, but this time she was born as another woman, to close to her old family. Levi just graduated from college and is home again with his dad, sadly if you ask him. Being home was the last thing he wanted to be since him and his dad has never gotten along. As he packs his bags heading out to live with his college roommate in New York he sees a girl walking down the street alone. He's never dated a girl from his small hick town. This dark-skinned beauty had something different about her, but something that was the same as well.

Esther, Essie for short, is a slave on the Williams Plantation. Snatched away from her parents as a toddler and sold to Master Williams she grew up as a slave like her adopted mother. Essie is tired of the only life she knows, tired of the hard work, tired of the plantation, tired of keeping her head down. What will happen when she has a chance encounter with the one person she never thought she would see again: Gabriel Williams. Gabriel Williams is the heir to the Williams Plantation. After being sent away to live with his Aunt and Uncle after his mother's untimely death he returns home with a new mind set and a mission. However, things have changed a lot since he left and he has a run in with one of the kitchen girls who he remembers from his early days.

1848 was a year that was looking up for Isaac Richardson. His cotton plantation was expanding, He has become well respected among the folks of Beaufort, and then has the most eye-catching bachelorette waiting to have his name. It seems his life was finally coming perfectly together until one day during an slave auction he would buy a slave who not only does not speak English , but who will give him feelings of vexation, curiosity, self-loathing, revelation, jealously, admiration, like, lust, and love. Thank you @Ink_Smoke_ZS for this amazing cover!!!