a short collection of short poems and not-so-short poems that might leave you unsatisfied. completed. [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]

Ginelle Hayes is orphaned, and after escaping her abusive guardian with a dark secret, she finds herself alone on the cruel streets of London. Then Eloise Ashford arrives to take the impoverished child under her care and back to her lavish plantation manor where she raises the skittish child as her own. He is an intense and challenging man, with dark secrets and a guarded heart. Dorian Don Ashford returns from sea, eager to seek the comforts of his manor home, only to find an unwanted distraction in the form of a small, orphan girl. As time transpires, the girl transforms into a remarkable beauty that stirs feelings unknown to Dorian, slowly thawing the ice around his heart. But when a sudden tragedy occurs, will it bring Dorian and Ginelle closer, will their desire and destiny bound them together in the thralls of love or will the past resurface and the perilous truths shatter their lives forever? Cover done by M_Rainberry.

THIS BOOK IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION: DO NOT READ IF YOU INTEND TO FINISH. NO UPDATES IN THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE. Sarah Crossen is rejected by her mate, all because of a crime her father had done. Dejected Sarah forces herself to go on. Why? Because she is pregnant from a one night stand. When the pack discovered that she is, she is more hated than ever. Especially by her mate Conrad. Even though he rejected her, she still got herself pregnant! With no one left to turn too Sarah has to face the hardest thing she will ever deal with in her life.

'Whitechapel. The East End of London. Streets of tawdry degradation and grisly dark crimes of unlimited horror.....' From the comforts of London's middle class suburbia, to taking refuge in an old abandoned asylum in Whitechapel, Megan's life has changed immeasurably since meeting the vampire, Harper Cain. Now living with Harper, his blood brother Garrick and Garrick's gang of mercenaries, Megan finds herself at the centre of an age-old war between the vampires and their enemies, the lycan-esque Varúlfur. Still struggling to cope with the turn her life has taken, Megan discovers that not only is she unable to escape the ghosts of her past, but she is going to have to contend with some very dark revelations about her future. A vampire with the history of Whitechapel running through her veins she might be, but Megan will soon learn that there are far worse things to be frightened of than ghosts.

(COMPLETED) There were creatures in this world lurking behind the shadows, unseen and unrelenting. But among them, standing proud and mighty were nine angels known as 'Amaranths'. Being the only white-winged Amaranth, Nine was deemed special. Forced to be confined within the walls of their fortress, she only had one friend, a human boy. He named her 'Callie'. She called him 'Zeke'. For eight whole years, everything was perfect... until the night he disappeared. Compelled to know the reason, Nine found herself accepting a deal just to become a human. Little did she know that it would be biggest mistake she had ever made. Because the guy who greeted her was not anymore her best friend, but a cold heartless Alpha whose hands were tainted with blood. In a world full of lies and secrets, what if love was not enough? This is a story of a selfless love and how a simple choice lead the fates of two people to be changed forever.

I am his salvation. I'm just like any other human being who doesn't want attention. Though that's already impossible with my weird eyes which others find fascinating and I deem annoying. My life is perfectly normal. Well, that's before I'm abducted by a group of salivating monsters with red eyes and rather long canines. They are led by a man who looks as beautiful as an angel, but as hot and sexy as a devil. If he isn't frowning, which he always is. He needs me for the sake of his kind and most especially, for the safety of humanity. He claims he will protect me until I fulfill my part. I doubt him, though, since he's given me nothing but greedy stares...