Íse is a seer, who sees death before ot strikes. She foresees the execution of Silken Thomas Fitzgerald, along with five other men, one of whom she feels her heart would shatter if he were to die the death she has foreseen. But prophecies can be prevented and there is nothing she would not do to save the man in her visions from this brutal end. When the young chieftain Dermod Ó Sullivan Beare arrives in Cairbre, he proves a welcome distraction from her awful nightly visions of foresight and yet she feels she must resist him out of loyalty to a man she has never met... Íse begins to choose a different path, perhaps a different man but then she is captured. She finds herself a prisoner of James Fitzgerald, her father's greatest enemy. Prophecy and the man from her visions await, and while Walter Fitzgerald becomes her rescuer, it is only she who can save him from the death she has foreseen. A sweeping historical romance with fantasy elements set in 1533 in Tudor Ireland during the Silken Thomas Rebellion.

Nathaniel Chase is the kind of striker scouts write entire reports about. Kaiden Matthews is the kind of boy dumb enough to fall in love with him anyway. Between football obsession, reckless attachment, and enough chemistry to violate several safety regulations, Eldermoor FC slowly turns into the world's most emotionally charged disaster zone.

Nathan is a pop star trying to finish his album. Elijah is a reporter gathering insider info. When they start fake dating, their worlds turn upside down... ***** When Nathan Lowe and Elijah Scott agree to stage a relationship for publicity reasons, both of them are striving for their own goals. Finding love is certainly not one of them, and yet it is only a matter of time until the lines between pretense and passion start to blur and what started as a PR stunt soon turns out to be more than they bargained for. Before they know it, they find themselves caught in a web of lies and intrigues, mind games and manipulation, until the only thing they can know for sure is this: Nothing in Hollywood is ever quite the way it seems. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains scenes of sexual activity and drug use, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

Sean Brooks comes from a long line of witches. But unfortunately, he doesn't have a spell that can help him with relationships. When Sean meets Nate and Kaiden and discovers that they are werewolves, his attraction to them turns dangerous... ***** Separated from his coven of witches, Sean must figure out how to use his magic in a way he never has, especially when he comes face-to-face with a man bent on destroying the werewolves that Sean has grown to call his second family. But will his self-doubt condemn both him and the pack to death at the hands of a true monster? [[word count: 70,000 - 80,000]] Cover designed by Stefanie Saw Featured in: *@Wattpad "Season of the Witch" reading list - 2022 *@Wattpad "Where LGBTQIA+ stories live" reading list - 2022 * @PaidStories "Werewolves and other paranormal stories we'd die for" reading list - 2021 * @Wattpad #Editor's Picks reading list - 2021 * @Wattpad #WrittenWithPride reading list - 2021 * @Wattpad #PrideatWattpad reading list - 2020 * @Wattpad #SomethingWicked reading list - 2019 Awards: * The Flavored Awards - 1st place winner in the Werewolf Category - 2018

Dark/Gaslamp Fantasy. Character-Driven, Atmospheric, Mythic Horror The Wode was ment to protect them. That ancient forest with its deep hunger. Yet somewhere beneath its roots, something has begun to finally wake. Camilla survived the destruction of her home, but survival has a way of changing a person. Now hunted by the Emperor's living writs and haunted by the thing that inhabitants the blade at her side, she is dragged deeper into a world of ancient gates, starving forests, and old powers that refuse to stay buried. In the hidden refuge, whispers of war spread like rot through the dark. The Children stir beneath the trees. The dead walk wearing borrowed flesh. Storms gather over kingdoms already breaking apart. And within Camilla, something wild is learning to claw its way free. To survive, she will have to become more than what the world made her. Even if it leaves nothing human behind.

The river is a god. The god is hungry. For fifteen years, Osogó has carried its dead. He is the ferryman---the silent man who rows bodies across the water in the dark and asks the living nothing. He walked into the river once, to drown. It refused him. He has never learned why. So when a warlord's wife steps onto his jetty with a fistful of gold and a destination she will not say, he expects only another crossing. He does not expect the girl folded into the bottom of his canoe: eleven years old, a scar on her shoulder, a mouth that will not close, and more of this war already behind her than most men live to see. She tells him his boat smells of dead fish. She asks the questions no one can answer. And against everything he has made himself into, she is impossible to ignore. In a drowning country where the water takes whole villages and the war runs on children, a man who buried his soul at the bottom of the river is about to learn what it costs to come back up.

The screens on the sides of buildings were already on, advertising Particle City as if it were a perfect world. Ads of the Emperor and his dazzling smile. Posters of "happy" street-sweepers. And on the side, there was a large image of a Particle City worker facing the city's symbol with these words in-between: 'Til Death Do Us Part. A couple of days ago, those pictures would've reassured her. Comforted her. And now, it only clawed sharper at the odd ache in her chest. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the dystopian society of Particle City, happiness is shoved so far down a person's throat, it's hard to tell what's real and what's not anymore. Most everyone there is internally crumbling, but under their commander, humanity is simply a suggestion. So they put on a happy face and do their work. Astra is one of the thousands upon thousands of victims trapped in this vicious cycle of fake smiles and oppression that seems unbreakable. When she finds out the secrets of her beloved society, things unravel into a rebellion she never saw coming.

𝗛𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗽 𝗯𝘂𝗶𝗹𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀❟ 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲. Every child of the five Lands bonds a beast. Agan didn't. Three years Nameless, heir to a throne he was never meant to inherit, he's sent to the First Gate with one order from his father: come back worthy, or don't come back at all. The camp wants him dead. His rival wants him broken. And the girl who sees straight through him, who is also marked, untouchable, and promised to someone else, wants nothing to do with the boy whose family grew rich on the bones of her people. But something is buried under the salt. Something old. Something that knows Agan's name even though no beast ever spoke it. The enemy they were all sent here to fight isn't a monster. It's a debt. And it's coming to collect. 𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴-𝘵𝘰-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘈 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘦. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩.