((A Wattpad featured story)) *COMPLETED* #1 in Fantasy (Book #1 in the DAWN series) #greekmythology The Red Dawn has come. Death is upon us... Or rather upon small-town girl, Aurora Venerelli and when we say 'upon', we mean right on top of her. This young beautie's life is turned upside down- or right side up- when a very perverted and equally cocky Thanatos, the Greek god of death, shows up at her door. Aurora is thrown into a world of myth and legend and she'll have to try and discover her true self, while being haunted by her ancestor Hecate- the goddess of witchcraft- and of course, trying not to get herself killed by the enigma that has acquired a certain odd obsession towards her- Death himself. And let's be realistic here... Doesn't Death always get what he wants? #darkromance #OFTW Covers Done by @I3sbianaf

Mali Ghana is a highly ranked fighter pilot for the Resistance. Still, nothing could stop her from secretly invading the StarKiller to save the one reason she even joined the Resistance; her sister, a hostage of the First Order. But, in a quick turn of events, Mali is captured and stored in the deep and dark jail cells of StarKiller base. Being high on the First Order's most wanted list, Mali is interrogated by one of their finest warriors; a master of the Knights of Ren. Kylo Ren was nothing like the Resistance had described; hidden behind harsh questions and dark threats, Mali had found someone who is beautifully gentle, someone who understood her. Could Mali peel away the protective layers in Kylo Ren's mind, and show him the light at the end of the tunnel? Could she change his heart for good? - (disclaimer: I wrote this when I was like 15 after tfa came out- therefore it is in no relation to tlj, and it has very dramatic, not always well thought-out twists to it- you've been warned!) WRITTEN BEFORE RELEASE OF THE LAST JEDI

He slid the dossier across the desk. Sherlock opened it and examined its contents. Inside there was a mugshot of a woman with (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair, gleaming (Y/E/C) eyes and a smirk on her lips. "Her name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." Lestrade told Sherlock. "She was a prisoner at Bronzefield." "Was?" Sherlock inquired, cocking a brow. Lestrade inhaled deeply and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk with his hands interlinked. "She escaped." ✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵✵ (Y/N) (Y/L/N) has the majority of Europe's finest wondering how she escaped from one of the securest prisons in England. She, of course, had help. But now he wants payment. (Y/L/N) agreed to scratch a few names off of this man's - rather extensive - Hitlist. Doing so whilst on the run is difficult, but (Y/N) manages. That is, until she bumps into a certain consulting detective... ★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Hello! This is my first FanFic so, bare with me; sit back, relax and enjoy.