Hailey always thought she had a pretty ordinary life. The only thing that could be called unusual in her life was that her mother had disappeared into thin air not long after Hailey's birth. Soon, though, her mother is not the most important thing on the young girl's mind as she discovers a hidden side of herself and meets a strange winged boy who pulls her into a magical world she could never in her wildest dreams have imagined. Follow Hailey in her adventure as she learns more about her true heritage and discovers things she never would have believed before. (COMPLETED) Featured in Wattpad's magazine, Wattzymag. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2013 and 2014

Ariel is broken girl who has been abused physically mentally and emotionally. Chris is a kind and curious boy with a secret. What happens when they both meet? Will a bigger secret be revealed in time too save Ariel? Read Ariel 's story in "Call to the Grave"

Each baby born beneath the waves is killed--with one exception: the one hundred thousandth is spared. There's one rule shared between the island's tribes: don't touch the water. When Cressa-la breaks this law, her world, and body, changes. Sure, change is normal... but when has growing scales ever been normal? • • • Watty Award Winner 2015: Best Use of Visuals • • • Each baby born beneath the waves is killed--with one exception: the one hundred thousandth is spared. Among the spared, magic chooses a rare few, connecting them to the moon or sea. These are the One-Hundreds, mermaids and humans with the power to save the world-or corrupt it. When Cressa-la breaks the first rule of her tribe and touches the water surrounding her island, everything she knows turns on its head. Talking, sinister dolphins, mind control, and a whole world just under the waves await her on her eigteenth birthday... but she never asked for any of this. All she wanted was to become a Tribe Leader and take care of her village. It's amazing how one screw-up can change everything. A relentless darkness reaches for her, wanting her affections for his own twisted purposes. In opposition stands a fractured light, haunted by a painful past where corruption eroded friendship. Unless Cressa-la can bring the darkness to his knees and fight the war raging inside, the world is doomed. • • • Content warning: This story contains themes of depression and violence.

She was different and she was beautiful, not just in the way she looked. She wasn't beautiful for something so temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.

"Let me tell you a story," she began, startling me to some extent. "Excuse me?" I would have protested normally, but taking into consideration that she was an eye-candy I gave the briefest possible nod, a five degree one. "Good," she remarked, sensing my lack of enthusiasm and took a deep breath. I wondered how she got enough oxygen through her tiny nostrils. "It is a true story about this park." she began, her exceedingly bright eyes locked into mine. I wouldn't say I was intrigued but honestly, she seemed like a 'pretty' interesting person. She wasn't a person after all.