When the world crumbles around you, how do you keep hope alive? Mallory, escaping a damaging relationship, struggles to navigate a chaotic world...where a viral outbreak turns helpless victims into ruthless zombies. Ty, who's only recently gotten his driver's permit, is abruptly thrust into adulthood as he desperately seeks to save his young sister. He makes a fast friend in a German shepherd yearning for companionship and love in this new, dangerous world. Charlie, restlessly searching for meaning in his life, learns meaning is elusive during an apocalypse. Tremendous obstacles provide him with new self-discoveries. If they can escape the constant peril and find refuge, can they forge a new life from the ruins of the old one? "Race to Refuge" rivets readers with mild thrills in a novel that's not about the zombies...but about the people striving for elusive shelter and a future of hope.

Fourteen year old, Emma, used to live a typical life but after a world dominating infection spreads, her life is far from normal. Now, she is alone in the vast word, trying to survive in the apocalyptic world. her family is gone, she has no home, and she is constantly confronted with trouble. With many challenges and life threatening choices, will she beat the odds? Her hope is kept alive, knowing that there must be other survivors. Some are good, but some have been crazed by the brutal end of civilization. Will she be forever alone? Or will she find a loyal group to face this new world? Vial #127 is captivating story of trust, hardship and perseverance. Join Emma on a life changing journey though many desperate situations. Ride with her to see if she will survive. **Please note that when I finish the novel I will go through an extreme editing stage** ***I have completed editing stage one, but will do another check for errors***

Sometimes love can lead to the strangest of places...

A medical examiner and his autopsy assistant embark on a mission to reveal the brutish killer of Jimmy, a med school student who worked as a janitor, and on occasion helped with the autopsies; but when things begin to not add up right and more bodies are found, they began to wonder if they've stumbled upon something much more horrifying than an average killer.

A book filled with short little stories I write. Cover was done by my friend Vic, she did an amazing job and just bless her man

Everyone has an expiration date. But what happens if you poke a hole in the package. What happens if you open it. How long will it last. When will it go bad. Can you make it expire faster. The more you poke and play with it, the faster it goes bad. But when you find the package expired, it's too late. Sage Lantern is a beat up package. She has been torn, poked, pricked, etc. But now, her expiration date is falling near.

Winter is Mute orphan with a bad past She has trust issues She doesn't have many friends She has depression and anxiety She just got of foster care and is trying to get better She is Deans mate Can Dean help her Dean is the Alpha Werewolf of the whitestone pack He has friends but not many Unlike most he's not a player But that doesn't mean he's not a sorta 'bad boy' He's been waiting for his mate and has had maybe two girlfriends He has a bad past but is good at hiding it Can Winter help him Both with different lives and from different background but both fighting demons. Can they help each other overcome their pasts or will they crash and burn ending up more broken then before . Read and find out ***Trigger warning*** This story contains self harm and suicidal thoughts and eating disorders that can be triggering I don't mean to make you sad if you do get sad I'm very sorry please don't hate me its probably not that good... but you should read I anyway and see my cringe xD its my first story on here so don't judge please There probably spelling errors so if you see any please tell me... Enjoy ❤❤❤❤❤

[EXCERPT!] [BEING PUBLISHED!] [Highest Rank: #4 in Mystery/Thriller] [Featured Story - Fall 2017] Student reporter Penelope needs to prove herself. She chases a story tip on a secret organization of teenage urban explorers called The Broken. With the assistance of a young paranormal investigator, she begins to uncover the group's darkest secrets. However, the members have other plans for Penelope and her new "freak" friend. The reporter becomes part of her story, and she will have to fight for her own life and the lives of her friends as she learns what it means to be one of the broken. Book I of The Broken Trilogy. Featured Story: August 2017 Top Rank: #4 for mystery/thriller Royalty Awards 2017, first place for mystery/thriller Blooming Awards 2017, first place for mystery/thriller Wing Awards 2017, first place for mystery/thriller Dream Awards, first runner-up for mystery/thriller Dreamcatcher Awards 2017, second place for mystery/thriller Rose Gold Awards finalist for best first kiss #nbr Spotlight Chapter, Round 85

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy. Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words... Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt. Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated. "Like what you see?" he asked without turning around. She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation. He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either." She shook her head. "So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?" She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed." Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.