"Listen Nilsa." His breathing is short. Ragged. Uneven. "Listen to me." Bloody hands grab my own as they grip tightly to my skin. Red of revolution seeping into me as he drags me down to be eye level. Drags me down to be with him, and whispers softly to my ears, "There is no price for freedom." ***** Nilsa is not like them. The ones who can take the spirit of the wolf, tame it, and then shift into creatures of legends. She is not like them. It comes and goes. Uncontrolled. Random. Not stable. But the weight of expectations drives her down, weighing upon her shoulders and sitting there. She is the weakness. She is the break in the genetic link. An error that appeared despite generations of accumulated power. But what if strength is found in something else? What if Nilsa had another power- another weapon? And what if she was destined for something greater- greater than any thought her capable of? They expected her to fail. To fall. But the fire of revolution burns in her soul. And from those ashes - she will rise.

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Catina never had a reason to hate her strange appearance. Her golden hair and deep brown eyes- eyes that could be mistaken for red- had never caused her any misfortune. Until one night, the great conqueror arrived- a man who wanted the world for himself and would stop at nothing until it bowed at his feet. Catina's appearance fits that of his tribe's Goddess and he knows that she is the reincarnation of "Mikabellum." Taken suddenly from her home, and cast onto the high podium of deity, Catina finds that the world of richness and beauty is not all as it seems. Her mind soon revolves around a single thought- "think like a goddess." Copyright © 2019 world_joy_ all rights reserved.

WHEN HATE BECOMES OBSESSION: Mistaken for her beautiful half-sister, Ellen Winthorp is taken captive by a madman who declares that she will be his "fifteen": the fifteenth victim of a vicious blood feud. Armed with only her instincts, Ellen must resist her captor for as long as she can--which is easier said than done the more she's exposed to the complex man beneath the beast. Unraveling the torment of his past may be her only hope of salvation... And it might destroy them both. **this story will contain violent and disturbing material not suited for readers under 18***

After a near-fatal overdose, 20-year-old Anya DeSotto is powerless to stop her dream of being a professional ballerina from pirouetting far out of reach... Until Revend Marcus, the owner of a prestigious - if crumbling - ballet company reluctantly offers his expertise. But Revend's attempts to reawaken her passion are unorthodox and dangerous, and soon both of them are caught up in an intimate dance more intricate than any pas de deux. As a shadow from Revend's past looms over their futures, Anya's insecurities and buried trauma pushes their dance to a violent crescendo, one which threatens to destroy them both. Though, sometimes, even destruction can be pretty perfect.

COMPLETED: Ten years ago, Snowy Hollings betrayed the love of her life. When her family's fortunes are suddenly shifted, she finds herself at the mercy of a man who reminds her all too much of her beloved Brandt. But Blake Lorenz only harbors hatred toward her and everything the Holling's name stands for. This ruthless, corporate king will stop short of nothing until he breaks her apart piece by piece. And nothing will ever be able to make her whole again...

The bell to my grandfathers old shop rang and I looked up from my magazine, "Welcome to Sugar Suga- whoa what happened to your face?" A dark haired man in worn black jeans spat on my perfectly polished cotton candy floor. "shut up and let me use the back room." I shrugged, staring at the light purple tile he spat on, "Kay but was there really a need to spit on my floor? this is a candy shop you know. Cant have bloody spit in the chocolate." If looks could kill I would be melted into a rainbow puddle. He jumped behind the counter and stormed into the back room, "tell anyone here and I'll fucking kill you." I snorted, "what are you going to do gag me with your lolly pop?" He froze in the doorway for a moment before slamming the door behind him. What a fun guy. I looked up at the bell ringing again, "Hello! welcome to Sugar-Sugar my names Lola and I'll be happy to make any non sexual sweet dreams come true!" I love when there are no kids in the store and I can ad-lib the greeting A group of crude looking men stared at me for a long moment, "have you seen a beaten up pretty boy around here?" I pointed out the door, "pretty sure I saw him pass by, why?" They left without answering my question and I shrugged, going back to my magazine, "Yo! pretty boy back there buy some candy will you? its the least you can do after I kept you from getting shot in the face!" ~~ After Lola Fayes grandfather died he left her his beloved candy shop. Doing the rational thing she dropped out of high school to work full time at her favorite childhood place where she was practically raised. So when a mysterious man storms in one day and demands she lets him use the shop as a safe haven as her grandfather had her life is turned upside down in a strange way she never even dreamed she would have to deal with. ~~ A/N just so you know this book contains magic and sex....heh magic sex XD read at own risk!

The world is filled with creatures of magic. Some were good once. Most have always seen mortals as nothing more than food and spell fodder. For hundreds upon hundreds of years the brought havoc to mortals, tipping the balance in their favor. The gods whom had created mortals grew saddened by their inevitable extinction. They wished sorely to prevent the creations of demons from destroying what was once so beautiful. So saddened by the incoming loss, Luna goddess of the moon and life shed tears from her perch in the stars for she, more than any god was forced to bare witness to these atrocities. Her tears dripped from the sky off the ends of the stars, falling to the world into the forests she loved so. They coated the beasts she adored more than her own soul. The wolves who loved to chase the stars she would throw morphed before her very eyes. Seeing them standing beneath the nights sky, not man not beast, she knew. Her wolves would put an end to the horror against mortals. They would bring balance to this world. ~~ The children of the night? Leaches. The fae? Drunken partiers with a taste for murder. Merfolk? Fish sluts with a taste for human flesh. Trolls? Morons of the highest caliber. Zombie? Bastards of witches. Witches? Vile little whores who turned their back on humans for power. Werewolves? The beasts who hunt them all.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

Flirting with a patient is fine . . . as long as it doesn't go further. . . . Sabine is a talented nurse starting her dream job when she meets her newest, flirtatious patient, Ziggy. When Ziggy receives a life-changing diagnosis, he turns to Sabine for help to make it through. As their relationship turns to dependence, Sabine tries to maintain her professionalism enough to support him while he fights for his life. . . . Trigger warnings: This story contains uncomfortable depictions of a serious illness and contains mature content including language, sexual situations, and drug references. Intended for mature audiences only. ©2020 E.M. Wilson, All Rights Reserved