"beautifully dark, thought provoking, and heartfelt. moonlight is one of those rare eye-opening short stories that display just how cruel the reality really is." -archertypes ( aka officialfuryevans), author of #1 short stories cinderelliot, hate line, and miss delivery girl. he was just a boy who knew too much, who saw too much, who hurt too much. WINNER OF THE 2017 FICTION AWARDS ||cover made by @archertypes|| {highest rank: #34 s.s.}

Discontinued.. Signing up in a dating website with a fake identity. Falling for a guy and his disappearence.Someone trying to enter the house. Childhood friend's death. A hacker code name "Lunatic heart" on lose. Will Misha ever able to find out the connection and mystery behind the events? How far can someone you love go to hurt you? "Love isn't dangerous, The lovers are." Romance/Mystery/Thriller #DIAV Highest rack- 9 in #hackers (20/05/18)

Seventeen years, ten months, two weeks, three days... Each moment is agony. Every second of every day, George Beaumont is reminded of his young wife's untimely death. With every glimpse of that painting up on that mantle, with every glimpse of his only son. By this point, he is addicted to laudanum and half-mad with guilt. In his deluded mind, he is her murderer. Following the aftermath of his closest friend's attempt to end her life, Raymond Beaumont finds an old journal belonging to a woman who he barely had gotten to know- his mother. Who really was the farmer's daughter who became a duchess? He chases clues of a possible murder with an heiress whose wounds have not yet even closed. As they race through the countryside, everything begins to fall into place and the big picture is much darker than they ever could have imagined. A choice. A mystery. A betrayal. Secrets have a horrible way of revealing themselves... Highest Ranking: #10 in Historical Fiction

On Thursday, January 5th my sister went missing. A few weeks later, without a body, she was pronounced dead. Years later and I still can't shake the feeling that she's alive somewhere. Everyone says to just forget it and move on, but I know better. I knew my sister once but I didn't know everything. She had her secrets, I had mine. And even now, we both still have them locked away. Her's perhaps already dead inside her. They still don't know what happened to her. None of them really want to. I do. And I'm going to find out. How many lies can we tell, How many secrets can we keep, How many people can we find, How many times can we run, How long can we hide until the truth catches up to us???

***WATTPAD FEATURED Nov 2017*** Penniless, hungry, and stranded at a truck stop just before Christmas, Jane Johnson has few options. So when rescue comes in the form of three Kentucky hillbilly brothers--two of them mute--she reluctantly accepts. When they hire her to paint a dilapidated nineteenth-century hotel in middle-of-nowhere Nebraska, she expects nothing more than a few days' work and a meager paycheck. Instead, as the days turn into weeks, she discovers the true renovation is taking place within the brothers--and herself. Initially drawn in by the men's unexpected kindness and droll humor, she's mystified at their reticence to discuss their past. When shocking revelations about their family entwines with her own, she questions all she knows about her history. Soon she must decide if digging for answers is worth tormenting the men who befriended her. "The Marvels of Prairie Creek" is the first installment in a romantic women's fiction serial featuring the most off-the-wall leading man you'll ever meet. If you like slow-burn romances, wry-humored men with mysterious pasts, and true-to-life characters, then you'll love Lynne Mickley's witty tale of life in a small Nebraska town. ***Iron Lace Awards 1st place winner, The Monthly Elimination Awards 1st place winner & Grand Finale winner***

In another world and another time, a simple woman escapes the torture of her husband to find her origins, but such a treacherous journey is not without its own challenges. The first of many hurdles for Lillian is getting to the magical territory which she assumes to be claimed by the ruthless enemy, and the gruesome beast who dominates spooky tales, awaits in the form of a handsome young wizard, well groomed yet untamed, battling his own demons. Can Byron Black accept the light that Lillian brings? Will he reveal those truths that she so desperately seeks? Shamara, along with the world around it, depends on hearts mending to fulfil destinies; only together will the lonely souls achieve greatness... But, is a written future too heavy of a burden to bear? After all, it may be too late for those stubborn minds, leaving Lillian and Byron condemned to their eternal punishment. *WARNING! - contains mature themes & strong language. #Honourable mention - The RoseGold Awards April 2017 #Winner - The Celestial Awards 2017 *All rights are reserved, and no one may copy or use any content in this book without written permissions.

*please note this story does have some reader interaction* Highest Ranking #282 in horror!! "Allow me to explain how the game is played." said the executioner toward the group of people. "It is very simple, but unlike how you would normally play, for instance the deck of cards over here." the man pointed toward the little stand on which a deck of cards sat. "As well as for each letter inside of the word you get, we will bring out X amount of stairs, which for each wrong letter, you will walk up one stair, finally going toward death-consider your mistakes the same as digging your own grave." He hideously smiled toward them. They, the victims and the executioner, were inside some sort of gymnasium, however on the floor were polls in which many people were chained to- hands behind their back, unable to sit up, and dog collars along their necks. "What's the deck of cards for?" someone yelled out. "Those... are special event cards..." he left the crowd hanging, not removing the hidden fear in each of their hearts about what the deck of cards was, yet rather instilling a even worse sense of dread, as for when the first card is drawn....