✴︎Featured on Wattpad✴︎ Born into slavery, bound by Fate, and forbidden to love. One faerie will do anything to be free. It's not easy being a child of chaos. Disaster follows Isiilde wherever she goes, but that's the least of her problems-she's a faerie trapped in a realm of humans. And worse yet, she's a nymph. Destined to be sold when she comes of age, Isiilde breaks into the vault of a powerful immortal to steal coin for her escape. But, instead of finding treasure, she (accidentally) releases a fiend into the realm. As penance for her crime, the immortal tasks her with capturing the fiend. Only events quickly spiral out of control amid political scheming, power-hungry madmen, and three kingdoms bidding for her ownership. One lone nymph stands at the center of destruction, with her heart bound to a man as mysterious as her strange affinity with fire. Isiilde is far more than she seems. And so is the man who wins her heart. Fate doesn't stand a chance against a chaotic fire nymph. A character-driven high fantasy novel with coming-of-age themes, pyromaniac faerie, and friends-to-lovers tropes. Previously published as A Thread in the Tangle. A story of innocence and brutality, of love and loss, and courage and hope. It contains mature subject matter. For a list of content warnings: visit www.sabrinaflynn.com This story contains sample chapters of the first book in a series that is available on all online stores.

*★* WATTPAD FRIENDS AND FAMILY, WATTPAD FEATURED STORY & 2017 WATTYS WINNER!! *★* Preceded by rumors of their prophetic birth, pure-blood twins, Fred and George Weasley, follow in the footsteps of their three older brothers by attending a school for witchcraft and wizardry. All should be well...but from the moment they enter Hogwarts Castle, the identical boys are met with high expectations, troublesome situations, a mystery fifty years in the making, and their ever-imminent expulsion. Aided by two classmates and using their newfound aptitude toward mischief-making, the twins are compelled to resolve the mystery in order to avoid being ejected from the school and excluded from practicing magic for the rest of their lives. =================== :: #55 in Fanfiction (Highest) :: Updates for FRED AND GEORGE AND THE TOILERS OF TROUBLE: Every single day, unless I've lost my marbles or I bite the dust (or some other witty, fateful idiom), until Book 7 is complete. :: Spoilers, overt negativity/hostility, and self-promotion will be deleted. :: Expect Book 2 later this year! :: MCliffordAuthor on Twitter/Instagram/Snapchat/Facebook :: This transformative work of fiction (fan fiction) is based on the creations of series author, J.K. Rowling (JKR). Portions of the text were inspired by the writings of JKR, but much is original content by author, M. Clifford. The story is non-commercial, posted without authorization or permission from JKR, and is not in any way affiliated with the Harry Potter franchise. All original content is copyright M. Clifford, 2002.

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.