They could either kneel or die. "We do as they command," Liam continued. The weight of the revolver in my hand was incredibly tempting. It was difficult for me not to literally shoot the messenger. They didn't choose this. The price of their exorbitance is giving up their consciences. They've known this since they were born, and since then they've willingly paid it, over and over. "It's not as bad as you think," he promised. They were all weapons to be wielded. Granted, they were coddled and pampered weapons, but tools meant to be used and bent to their families' will all the same. Sirena Lakeworth-no. Not Lakeworth. Sirena Livingston is caught in the middle of what seems to be the cliché fairytale. When she finds herself plucked from her life in New York City and placed at the elite, exotic boarding school Polaris Academy, she finds that not all fairytales are for children. Sirena's is one of blood, pain, and betrayal gilded with hedonistic opulence. With a group of her classmates, she struggles to tackle the world they inherited-right in the middle of Polaris. Balancing your classwork in one hand and blood money in the other isn't easy.

Saved from the end of the world by The Society; a small community 22,000 feet above Earth's surface, seventeen year old Ivy Stone lives with her parents and younger sister under its rule. After Ivy earns a position apart of the Exploration Unit, she quickly becomes disillusioned about what goes on behind the scenes. Forced to keep the harmful nature of the air creatures that plague The Society and what really happens to the dead a secret, she finds herself exiled by President Khamar. Ivy embarks on a journey to find a hidden civilization on Earth's surface in order to prevent the President of The Society from killing thousands of people. Along the way, she comes to learn her purpose in life, and accepts her fate for the good of the universe.

My Wattpad Debut and a Featured Story. Summer Sun, Winter Rain is a collection of poems from different periods of my life some, happy some sad. There are memories of friends and loved ones loved and lost, recollections of places I've been and things I've done. Living Breathing Slough won a local competition and was featured on local and national radio. #32 in Poetry July 2016 Featuring a new cover by @sonakshisrivastava. Look out for Sonakshi's Graphic Shop http://my.w.tt/UiNb/o2ecvpypay.