Anonymous, nameless, Adelaide Schumacher should have been lost to history. Medieval girls don’t make legends. If they’re lucky to live long enough, they make babies. But Adelaide’s life is anything but average. How else could the daughter of a shoemaker and a storyteller end up immortalized as the real Snow White? The Fairytale Keeper, first in the series of the same name, was a quarter-finalist in Amazon’s 2013 Breakthrough Novel Contest and an Indie Book of the Day. The Fairytale Keeper weaves historical events and Grimm’s fairy tales into a tale of corruption and vengeance, leaving the reader wondering where fact ends and fiction begins. The famous villains, heroes, and damsels of Grimm’s fairy tales are cast into believable medieval lives.

In the desert, an instant turns life into death and hate into love. In the desert, everything is different. Boundaries break down, and you find yourself doing things that you would never, ever have imagined. Lilly Linton finds this out the hard way: in the shadow of the pyramids, she and her boss, cold, calculating Mr Ambrose, must face death and danger together. Is the desert's heat enough to melt the cold heart of Britain's richest financier? WINNER of the PEOPLE'S CHOICE AWARD in the Wattys 2016 Sequel to Robert Thier's #1 Hit 'Storm and Silence'

Noun: Delirium Plural: Deliriums or Deliria An acutely disturbed state of mind characterised by restlessness, illusions and incoherence. ~*~ "He will burn down Cities to find you and won't stop until your heart is in his hands" SUMMERY INSIDE.

NOTE: this is a sequel to Demetre, please read Demetre before this so you do not get confused. ~*~ Ever get the saying you mess with the bull you get the horns? But instead of a bull, you mess with a vampire pack. He is merciless. He is heartless when it comes to people who have hurt his family, he will slit your chest open and rip out your organs in seconds then stand and watch you bleed to death. He'll watch you take your final breath and feel nothing, with his iron heart he feels nothing. He is feared. He is Demetre. #book2 in the eternal series

"My, my, love. Are you sure you want to leave such a cruel world behind?" Far beyond the horizon, clouds gathered-throbbing, budding, menacing. Time was slipping through their fingers. "What can be worse than this?" A slow, wicked smile split his face in two. Oh how delightfully wild he looked! So wild, so dangerous. He stretched out a hand. She took it without hesitation. And that, dear friends, is how she dug her own grave. #book1 in the cursed artefact's series This is a Rewrite of Demetre!

❝A boy and a girl, feathers and flames. A tragic love story, and a life that came to an end❞ ➳ The body dies but the soul survives; Punished by the gods, Icarus is cursed and doomed to centuries of pain. Reborn every eighteen years, He is bound to fall in pure love with an innocent soul and cause her death. Consumed by flames and born again from the ashes, the ruthless cycle will continue until the end of the days... But this time, a force has been set up by The Guardians to break the rusted chains which bind Icarus. With the sole mission of protecting humans, The Guardians have taken it upon themselves to protect Icarus's love from the peril that awaits her. Cassie, a strong guardian apprentice, is chosen by "The Twelve", the kings and queens Guardians, to take Icarus' mission and save the person who will fall in love with him. What happens when Cassie discovers her growing feelings for Icarus? Between the games of power, lust and magic, will Cassie be able to see the difference between reality and myths? There is no time to think, as there is something... someone with a pinch of darkness in his blood that has other plans for them. ➳ #226 in Romance cover by @_grimm

Please understand that due to Death Is My BFF getting published, the original series is on hold!

(Bfflad- Best friends for life and death) Dear Reader, Let's start at the beginning shall we? I died. Oh no, not one of these stories again where someone angelic and heroic saves the damsel in distress. If only I was that lucky. My heart stopped beating. My lungs stopped working, my soul began to lift away... And then I was saved by a beautiful man with a kind heart and sparkles sprinkled around his head in a golden halo. A cunning, dazzling smile etched his angled features and his hair lay perfectly on his head like...black, sinful layers of pure cynical distrusting evil. Evil that was just waiting to onset a innocent girl as myself and allow her a short amount of time of happiness, and then finish her off when she became older. I'll give you a hint. The beginning of that description was slightly exaggerated. The Angel of Death. One of the only creatures known that was capable of settling the boundaries of heaven on earth. The only creature capable of making one of the Devil's darkest deals to my loving mother; a second chance for her daughter. This comes with consequences of course. Everything you know about Death is wrong. Death is not natural, Death is not normal, Death is not doleful, and Death is far from mercenary. Death blends into the shadows like coal against the most atramentous sky. Death walks the earth with his cursed, monstrous and exotic features, his enticing voice and betraying alluring eyes. Death deceives, scratches, and plays with your mind, until you slowly and painfully loose your grip on reality. He'll make you believe he's a different person, that there's a sliver hope for him. Hope for you. Death is close. Forever and always, Faith Williams ************ DIMBFF FAN CLUB ON FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1605057011183.80718.1378871754&type=1#!/groups/308207282529485/ **** MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075

Dear Reader, It hadn't hit me right away, many things, but especially the fact that I was about to turn twenty years old. It was as if it was just yesterday that I was learning how to make a peanut butter sandwiches, tie my shoes, and draw endlessly with fat crayons--which I thoroughly believed to be a masterpiece. It had to be yesterday, when I was befriending any new person that I met with a dazzling smile. No, those were the years that I was numb--masked from the world and blissfully unaware of the dangers and lingering dark edges of the Chicago city. Life moves fast; terrifyingly fast for some, especially those who try and anchor down each and every day of their existence. For others, it moves drearily slow. I use to be numb, I use to be unaware of the shadows deep within the corners of the earth, the watchful figures around me. I use to draw scribbles, struggle to tie my shoes, and fail at doing the simple things, like tying shoes. I use to make friends with anyone I met and kept that friendship over a promise. I use to do a lot of things, actually. But that was when life was a whole lot simpler, safer, and perfect. That was before I knew about Death. That was before he became my frenemy. Forever and always, Faith Williams *** MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-Wattpad/208740202517075