[Previously known as Always.] Gracie Hyde is eighteen and hasn't been in a single relationship. She wants a taste of the drug called love and wants to belong to someone without losing herself. Alastair Kerr is tired of being with new girls every other day and wants to find the one special girl who'll be his forever, without snatching his self away from him. As all stories go, they fall in love. But as reality goes, love isn't all that easy. And there's this possibility, that stolen hearts can be broken too. ••• Written between May 2015 and August 2015. All rights reserved® Copyright with the author Highest Ranking: #1 in Teen Fiction

Little quick reads to satisfy the hunger of the soul. #6 in Justbeyourself #74 in Flash fiction #62 in YourstoryIndia #73 in YoungAdultReads #82 in WeNeedDiverseBooks

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.

There was a girl and there was a boy. Typical. And there was a storyteller. Now, not so typical. There was shyness there was flirting. Typical. And there were long moments of silence. Now, not so typical. There was a secret crush. Typical. And he was never seen again. Now, not so typical. She wasn't sure. Classic. Let's start at the roots. It started eighteen years ago. From something as innocent as a playdate. I have a vague recollection of mud, spilled orange juice and a thoroughly wrecked dress. There was a boy and there was a girl. Again. Sixteen years ago. There's a faint memory of a shattered vase tufts of hair yanked from our heads and another wrecked dress. There was a boy and there was a girl. Get the gist? ***************************************************************************** She needed someone whose being interrelated with her's on a level which she understood. This is not spiritual. Our spirit is ours alone. Not meant to be shared. It's our notions that are meant to be shared. There used to be someone. His name I shall not reveal. She didn't need someone whom she could be herself with. She's already the best present version of herself. She doesn't need anybody to condone her being. Some of you will regard this as unintelligible I'm sure. Some will even dismiss it as ridiculous. But these are not the people I speak of. I speak of you. I speak of what you think of my musings. And I'm sure you'll let me know. ***************************************************************************

Rory Wade is terrified of what happens to her when she sleeps. One morning, she wakes up to find bruises and scars covering every inch of her body. She doesn't know what's happening, but suspects it has something to do with her father's disappearance, which happened at the same time she started developing her sleepwalking symptoms. And then she meets Seth, the mysterious boy who walks with purpose and may have all the answers to her questions. Her idea of reality is shattered when her world collides with that of four teenagers who call themselves "Dream Crashers." They fight a war against demons who pray on humans in their vulnerable sleep states, except now they've encountered an enemy they can't face alone. They are interested in Rory because she possesses unique abilities that they can't explain. She discovers a part of herself she never imagined existed and the truth behind her father's disappearance. --- Started March 2014 | Finished September 2014 Parnormal #1 | Action #2 Wattys 2014 Winner for "The Best of Instant Addiction" Beautiful cover made by @Ashihara

A collection of extremely creepy psychotic and paranormal stories written by me to fulfil your sick needs. Beware ! They are everywhere. •Regular Creepy Updates• Featured in #94 in Scarystories out of 8.5k on 8/3/21 #6 in Bestseller category out of 3k on 02/27/2021 What's Hot on 05/26/2015 #21 in Horror as on 24/02/2016 All Rights Reserved®

Dominic growled and stood up harshly. He ran a hand over his face and knelt down again. "This isn't over Jules. And whoever the hell that guy is? Tell him to stay away." He let go of me and disappeared around the corner. When I entered my car I saw a note on the windshield. Two notes actually. One said- I got something you need but it comes at a price. Meet me you know where at 1500 hours tomorrow. That had got to be Nermad. Looks like his style. The second though thats what made my heart beat faster. "You know you want to.......... even you can't resist beware babe its not me who'll be fizzling and falling. If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck? Its Dominic. It is so on. Its on like donkey kong. Bring it Dominic. ************* Two cynics. One huge challenge. Who will come out with their heart intact?