After an apocalyptic event that thrusts the world into a new ice age, Calestia - a 17-year-old girl with a strong will - must learn to survive on a land infested with gangs, guns, and distrust. ***** Nobody knows what day it is anymore. Nobody knows the month, the day of the week...and the only way to tell time is by the slight change in the color of the sky from grey to black every twenty-four hours. If a day even is twenty-four hours anymore. The planet is dead. The people are dead. Snow falls down upon piles of bodies like the ash of a volcanic eruption. Except, the snow doesn't stop. It never does. It continues to fall and fall until you wonder if it is even possible for another flake to come down and land silently in your hair. But it does. They do. There are few survivors of what the remaining have started to call the end of the world. The Apocalypse. Few who are still brave or scared of death enough to face the torture that is living. I am one of those survivors. Book One of the Snow Series Highest ranking: #3 in Sci-Fi Watty's Shortlisted

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

At sixteen, Sunngifu is more of a spoiled child than a dignified thane's daughter. She is destined to a life of wealth and power. Until her father fails to pay the Viking's tribute...

Told through the eyes of an innocent being, cruelly used as a money making machine. You know what animal I'm talking about... A race horse. The story of a unsuccessful race horse has never been told before. At least, not from a horse's point of view. But this story is different. It reflects my life as an 'unprofitable accident' that the racing industry created. My life was meant to be full with happiness and glory but instead constantly filled with defeat. The racing industry designed me to be their next big winner and receive all the prize money but I did not. I am one of the failures... My name is Thunder and this is my story...

This is based off of the 2016 Legend of Tarzan. This is about the daughter John and Jane have in Africa and family lives there.

Goldie lives in the mid-west in the early 1900s. She has a sick mother, a ornery little brother and a huge crush on a man who has a lot of Indian blood running through his veins. The problem lies in all the responsibilities that she has as well as two people in town who give her a hard way to go. How will she manage to get through her hardships and will she find love along the way or just more hard times...

Wyoming Territory 1884 Leah lived a sheltered and comfortable life. It changes the night she goes against her family's wishes and runs away to marry her beau. Attacked by a band of outlaws, her beau apparently murdered, Leah is thrust into the fear of the unknown with men who seem pure evil. Confusion accompanies the explainable passion she feels toward the tall Indian who is holding her prisoner and yet keeping her safe inside this camp of outlaws? Chase Caldwell was raised a man who took what he wanted to survive without guilt. He had never thought anything could change that until Leah came tumbling into his life and made him question the way he was living. A love unlike any other but it seems impossible. Will peace ever find these young lovers or will Leah's family or Chase's outlaw past and Indian blood keep them forever apart?

***This story is Manxman and it is rated R for sexual content! If you are bothered by that then please do not read. I will not tolerate any ignoramous comments about how wrong it is. You have been warned so simply back away slowly or turn and run like hell but do not message me in disgust or complaint if you choose to read and see something you don't want to! **** Will is running from more than just the man who held him prisoner, he is running from the memories, the pain, the knowledge of what he's been made to do and the way he's been used. Running away at night seemed the logical choice until he found himself running straight into a blizzard and realized that he'd die of cold out there alone--but at least he would die free. Turner has all he wants in his sanctuary up in the mountains. His horse, his mule and his trust coonhound, Beaux, are the only company he desires. Three years he'd been alone and tried telling himself that he was content but all that changes the day he finds a dying man in a snow bank. Neither of these men were looking for love but what better way to make fate laugh than to talk about your own plans... and there's just something that happens, some magic in the air, when it's Christmas time, you're fighting attractions and you find yourself snowed in.