"I do not know what to tell you Mrs King. I have done as you asked. It is not my fault you dislike the results of your own decisions." The woman before me blinked rapidly, "My decisions? No I never decided any of this!" "...But you asked. What is known cannot be forgotten. It was your decision to peruse that lead to your pain." Abruptly she stood, her perfectly manicured fingers drumming on the tile counter, "no Delilah. I come to you because I need advice to give my husband to better our future. I pay you for that and that alone!" I sighed, "you do not. I am not here to tell you what you desire. I tell you what I see. I tell you what simply is and what will be." She started to pace, like some trapped animal. "I don't understand! because I found you we were saved from bankruptcy, you have never lead me astray and you have never told me something so terrible!" "Nothing so...terrible has shown itself to me before that concerns you." She shook her head, "tell me how to fix it!" "you cannot." "Now Delilah!" "You cannot. The boy will die." ~~ Delilah is a quiet girl, a seer who works for a wealthy woman by the name of Mrs. King. And then she tells her what no mother wants to hear. When the future isn't what Delilah is supposed to say. her life changes in a way not even she saw coming.

Harlow Frost isn't what you would call a normal teenage girl. Sure she's angsty, and blunt to a fault. But that just comes with being the daughter of a former gang leader and sister of a current one. Seductive when she needs to be Harlow knows just how to make a man fall to his knees. Conveniently she also knows how to put a bullet in his head without getting blood on her shoes. But what happens when her gang, her own brother, betrays her for their own benefit, leaving her to their long time rivals?... A very bad girl gets a hell of a lot worse. ~~ "What the fuck did you just say to me?" "I said I wasn't surprised by your blatant teenage rebellion considering where you come from." I squinted up at the bastard. Vodka loving mother russia fucking bitch..."Yeah? Well at least I didn't name my gang after a line in Humpty-fucking-Dumpty." His eyes narrowed at me. Grinning dangerously I leaned a bit closer to Dimitri, "And all The Kings Men couldn't put the Russians balls back together again."

*Sacred Crowns- Book 2* Her whole life she had been called beautiful. Glances and envious eyes were always cast her way. But never had Bathsheba expected to catch the eye of her King. And never in her wildest imaginings did she anticipate the tragedy it would wreak. Her life is thrust into a whirlwind of passion, betrayal, and heartbreak. Forced into a marriage with the man who orchestrated her husband's death, Bathsheba's heart is filled with rage and sorrow, struggling against a king who wields power over her life and destiny. Yet, beneath the palace's opulent façade, a story of healing begins to unfold.

"i'm going to kiss her tonight.."

Elora Embrook was a seemingly ordinary girl in an ordinary village, despite her inability to be burned by fire, because there is no such thing as ordinary, right? It comes a day when she finds herself enthralled by the forbidden trees that surrounds her small village, that she goes into the forest only to never return. And what she finds far beyond the sylvan trees and high mountains is nothing comparable to the humane aspects of her life. For it is on this day that she unlocks a secret of the world, a secret of dragons. But there is one in particular who has plans for her, but how long will it be before everything she has ever known becomes a lie? And, how long will it take for Elora to become burned by the flames of his fiery breath? Because nothing is ordinary, right?

Adriana Bernice Verlaine is set to be married to a Count that she has never met, an arranged marriage set by her father. But on the way to her betrothed's, she is captured by a pirate. Will Adriana's heart stay true? Or will she be swept off her feet by the handsome pirate?

"They can have the crown, for all I care,"she said, smiling gently. "And what reason might that hold?" he asked, returning her smile. His face reflected the beautiful glow of the sun. "Well, for one, I seem to have higher aims," she said, her gaze low, not daring to meet his. "Oh, do tell me, my dear Princess, what could possibly be higher than the very crown of Islewood?" he asked, his voice held a note of mischief. His eyebrows raised, he took little steps towards her, she could feel her corset tightening around her, suffocating her. Preventing her from breathing and saying another word, but she wanted to say. She mustered all her courage and before she could change her mind, the words left her lips, "Your heart."

Sold into the slave trade at the young age of 4, Cadha has worked as a servant for the majority of her life. Sadly, she has never quite done well as a slave in any of the households she has worked in. The longest she has kept her job as a servant was 1 year. She now works in the household of Lord Dunbar, but unfortunately so. He is an unkind master, especially towards her. One day an ambassador from the palace city, Airdiere arrives with an announcement that will change her life forever. #117 on Short Story (3-2-16) #85 in short story (3-14-16) #69 in short story (3-15-16)