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Virginia. Circa 1921. Prohibition. The infamous witch Haven Skyes lives in secrecy as a singer, under the name Esmeralda Morsaw. Using her charm to dominate the bootleg industry, she builds an alcoholic empire alongside her husband. For her glamour and wealth, she is envied and feared by all who know her by either of her two identities. But when a devastating and mysterious house fire strips her of her social status, wealth and family, she decides that she no longer wants to be known at all - not by the world, and not even by herself. As the pain of reality becomes too great for her to bear, she allows herself to become more detached from reality and finds a safe haven inside the fictional realm of her writing. Begging psychosis to take its toll, she gradually convinces herself that she is a character named Scarlet Rose. With each passing day, she becomes more like Scarlet - both mentally and physically - and loses her grip on all of her memories ... all except for one. The only memory that she kept in her journal - the only memory that was worth keeping - was the memory of her daughter Darlanna. But because Esmeralda wanted to forever have hope that her daughter was still alive - even if she knew at the time that it was false - she purposefully left out the disastrous details of Darlanna's death in the fire. She convinced herself that her daughter was still alive, and found purpose only in searching for her, even if she knew she would leave herself clueless. For two years, she searches for her daughter, guided by those bright memories held together only by one sentence: "Her name was Darlanna, and she was a dancer." Text copyright © AshtonDillon_™ 2016- The moral right of the author has been asserted. All rights reserved. The following story is published subject to the condition that it shall not be reproduced or in whole or in part, in any manner, and any infringement of this is a violation of copyright law.

IN DEVELOPMENT SONY TELEVISION PICTURES & KOMIXX ENTERTAINMENT (The Kissing Booth) 2014 Watty Award Winner, Selected by @PPZmovie for the Best Female Horror Stories, and Selected by @TheReturned for the Best of Horror! Kidnapped, blindfolded, and thrown in the trunk of a car, Abriana Vega's date with Easton Pierce has taken a terrible turn in a deadly direction. Cursing herself for going on a date with someone she met online, Abriana has no idea that Easton isn't the only one who wants her dead. As her days in captivity crawl by and her plan to escape is thwarted, Abriana begins to lose faith. How long does she have left? Will she escape? What will become of Easton Pierce? ***Since posting the original draft on Wattpad, CAPTURED has been fully edited and nearly doubled in size (70k words). Add this book to your library for updates on the digital television series and when you can expect CAPTURED to come to a bookstore near you!

Expiration Date is coming in print, audio, and ebook from Podium Entertainment April 6, 2027 ✨ The Society knows when we're going to die. They imprint it on our arms at birth. I was supposed to die yesterday. I'm the girl who's Expired. Winner of the 2020 Readers Choice Awards Cover by @Forcade

Zoey was just an average 12 year old,who's life changed when someone who claimed to be from the future gave her a locket