"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

Princess of the Highlands Trilogy Book 1 ~~~ A TIME OF DARKNESS Six years since the Danes invaded Scotland, slaying her finest men. Five since the Highland King married one of the enemy, betraying his countrymen and losing the Lowlanders' support. Three since the king died and the Danes imprisoned the remaining blood heir to the throne. Her crown stolen, her country desolated, Fiona McCurragh now faces the looming threat of execution. The Lowlanders, weary of enemy rule, seek to free their stolen homeland. With the aid of a blind harper, they attempt to rescue their Highland princess when the Danes ride in on Lowlander territory, shattering the fragile peace. The Scots are left with no choice except to launch a war in the face of the coming winter. If they do not attack now, the Scots-and their princess-may not live to see the spring. In the face of despair, Fiona McCurragh finds courage in friendship with two chief's sons. Yet conflict lies on more than one side, and for some of the Scots and their allies, loyalty no longer has any meaning. --- **FEATURED on Wattpad's Blast to the Past List** **Highest Ranking: #34 in Historical Fiction 8/24/2020** January Book of the Month in Historical Fantasy in The Gladiator Pit Top 5 in The Historical Award 2019 Best Technical Skill in Fiction in The 2019 Futhark Awards Best Historical Fiction Chapter in What a Chapter Contest 1st: Earnesty Awards 2017 Hidden Gems Awards 2017 The Paper Plane Awards 2017 The Chaos Awards 3! The Carnation Awards 2020 The Chic Awards 2nd: Treasures of the Past Awards 3rd: The Rarity Awards 2017 The Monthly Awards 2018 The Dream Awards 2020 5th: The Golden Writer Award- 1st Edition © Cheyenne van Langevelde 2022. All Rights Reserved.

Some people were meant to crawl the surface like worms but she was meant to soar. Born and raised in the sky, Allal Joyce breaks the law of her people and travels to the surface where she discovers that monsters prowl the darkness, soldiers are fighting children, and the man in the middle of it all is dark, mean, and mysterious. How could she resist? A story about a rebel, a girl, and her daddy issues, "Hero of the Grid" is my comic! I've funded the creation of this book, with the help of some investors who have been drawn into the comic in exchange for some financial assistance. What's even more exciting is that you could also have the opportunity to see your face fighting alongside the Hero of the Grid! Keep an eye out for details. Hero of the Grid Vol I Issue 2 coming some time in 2017! ps, I've been hearing that the letters on these pages are a bit blurry and sometimes hard to read. If you're interested in seeing the pages more clearly check out my website www.adamsigrist.com

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On a special day Some dreams are shattered Some hearts are broken When the egos are battered Then come the blissful nights Bringing around a surprise As a brush with the memories Make them pay a price But in the end, they are the greetings Sent to their other halves On that special day They are the Greetings From Your Other Halves

What happens when a #1 news team becomes the top story instead of reporting it? For TV producer Melissa Moore, crisis management comes with the job. From employee disputes to her high-maintenance boss, there’s not much she hasn’t seen or can’t handle. But no one—including Melissa—expects a fistfight during the ten o’clock news. When sexy-but-crazy Alyssa Andrews lands a punch on her co-anchor’s face, Melissa jumps on set to help. She’s determined that WSGA’s reputation won’t be destroyed on her watch. Both anchors are fired and Melissa agrees to fill in—but not before polishing her look from haircut to heels. While the new Melissa wows WSGA viewers, her personal life starts fraying at the edges. Melissa’s husband is away more than he’s home, leaving cryptic Post-it notes in his wake. Her mother’s antics spiral out of control at the nursing home and a stalker decides Melissa is her next target. What happens next? Stay Tuned to find out…

I never pitied anyone, because the grass wasn't greener on this side either. But the one woman I felt bad for all my life was the unknown mate of the man who is getting engaged to his pregnant girlfriend today. I could hear the music coming from the engagement party happening a few yards from where I was. As I lay on the cold hospital bed, I didn't know if I should laugh or cry at the irony of the moon goddess's 'gift' for me. Turns out the woman I pitied all my life was ME. ________

❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016

It starts with a crack. Or maybe it starts with a question. Or maybe, just maybe, it starts earlier than that, when a particular bubble of a universe arose from the heaving sea of the multiverse and began to grow. Eventually, stars formed, then exploded, giving birth to more stars. Planets grew alongside their stars, and a few special ones happened to contain the right conditions for life to form. Maybe that's too far back, though. Maybe, you argue, the crack and the question are really what's important. So let's get back to the question... "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?" Winner of the Otherworldly category of @BreakTheCliches revolutionary contest

[Wattpad Featured Story: Fantasy Hidden Gems] When we were children they whispered about beasts that hid amongst the shifting dunes, dark things with sharp teeth and loud howls and an insatiable thirst. Animals that gutted their prey and left intestines rotting in the sun and bones sprawled out across dried riverbeds. We listened with rapt attention and shivered despite the searing desert heat. But I'm not a child anymore, and I know better. The sand-dusted coyotes, the sleepy vipers-they're just animals, dumb and slow. I've met the real beast of the dunes, and he's nothing like they say. He wears the skin of a man, and the silks of a noble, and spins lies with a silver tongue sharp enough to make the earth bleed... And he holds my life in his blood-stained hands.