Hello! This is the first time i've decided to post a story i'm writing. Most of my stories start from dreams i've had, including this one. I don't really know how it's going to turn out because I just view myself in the characters position in the theoretical world I create and I write what they would do. I hope it's enjoyable and I hope to get feedback. If you guys as the readers like it then say so, comment, i'll take into account any ideas you guys have and try to fit them into the story if it works. Hope you enjoy! :) *btw, the art doesn't belong to me (cover art)*

When four teens living far from each other discover amazing gifts that could shape the world, a murder happens that is so shocking that it brings all of them together

Rachel Breslin has dreams. Dreams that predict the future. When her plane to Paris crashes with no signals to send out for rescue, she tries to survive with the other remaining passengers. Her dreams keep coming and they are getting more serious. Rachel must decide whether or not to tell someone about them or to play it cool and lay low. But what happens when her dreams become dangerous?

He was the prince who got away. He had it all - power, fame, glory, honor. (Did I mention the unlimited supply of money, alcohol and women?) Yet he chose the human world. She wasn't shy, quiet or even remotely sweet. She wasn't your girl next door and she certainly was not a princess. When Victoria is hired to kill a mysterious stranger, she didn't know she was dealing with royalty. Of the immortal kind. Their worlds are about to get intertwined in a way neither could've foreseen. Welcome to a place where pretences are everything and everyone lies to get what they want. There will be scandals. Conspiracies. Betrayal. Love. Vampires, angels, magic and smoking hot men. And of course, a whole lot of "What the hell just happened?" *** Current ranking - #1 on Fantasy Wattpad Featured book Fiction Award Winner 2017 Completed

"*Completed*"I froze the first boy I ever kissed. And I don't mean he got cold feet..." Megan is pretty unhappy when she's forced to move to a tiny, freezing town in Canada. It's going to be totally boring, right? Things heat up when she discovers that she possesses a growing power that's becoming more and more difficult to control. Not only that, but the power has attracted some interesting people. A smouldering young man who claims to be her rescuer, and his icy but attractive enemy. They're both claiming to be the good guy, so who exactly is she supposed to trust? Megan finds herself embroiled in an ancient battle between two kingdoms, slowly discovering an identity she never knew she had. Cover designed by Marie Tilmant

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Sachi doesn't know she is gifted. Nor do the thousands of teens who are awarded the scholarship to the George Mallory school for the gifted ie. until their first day of school. Sachi is terrified to continue her schooling in a hostel, which would mean leaving behind her squad & family for a minimum of five freaking years! As her schooling starts, she realizes that George Mallory is no common school, and she is no common girl. Thats when Shiv enters her life. Somehow she can sense all his emotions and read his mind. And creepily, he can do it too. Read on as they splurge into a breath taking adventure.