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.

❝don't play with my feelings.❞ a collection of short poems and quotes. ✨ #9 in poetry [12/02/18]

❝You invaded my heart like a storm in the sea, But you left me with waves and broke the barriers in me, I looked for you till blindness overwhelmed my eyes, Did you not care about turning - replying to my cries...❞ [ A Wattpad Featured Story Highest ranking - #3 in poetry ] ❝All poems could be words but not all words could be poems❞ [ Cover by: @Hornsofarebel ]

Free to read! 19-year-old Jane, newly-single, moves to London to work for her friend, Kitty. But Kitty is hiding something about the café - and about Jane and Kitty's past. ***** If you looked at her Instagram, you'd think Jane had the perfect life. But a family tragedy and a big break up shatters that illusion, prompting Jane to drop out of university and move to London. She gets a room above a bookstore and a job as a barista, thanks to her childhood friend Kitty. Struggling with feelings of loneliness among the happy staff, Jane feels further ostracized when Kitty refuses to discuss Matt, who used to live in the bedroom Jane took over and who left under mysterious circumstances. As Jane struggles to find herself, and get the attention of the cute bartender, Harper, she discovers that the Brew Books café is brewing with dark secrets. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

Rue is a witch. She was born from a fallen star just like all the other witches are. But hers fell into a pond, making her technically a swamp witch. And no one wants to come see a swamp witch. Especially not one with no actual swamp. All she has is a pond hidden deep in the mountains, where no humans or magical creatures pass through. So Rue spends her days by the pond she was born in and the surrounding forest gathering mushrooms and talking to frogs. Her spells are all practical for her life and sometimes experimental for fun. But she rarely gets a customer for a potion and she's never been invited to a gathering. Her life has always been simple, if not a little lonely, yet peaceful. And then a Death Cap sprouts up by her pond. Bringing chaos with him. Typical of a poisonous fungus to cause trouble. ~~ "Personally, I think you should find another pond." I said with a huff, looking over the strange man who's been murking up my pond for the past few days. His yellow eyes cut into me, slight sneer on his lips, "you're a witch aren't you?" "Yup!" I replied, prodding the mud with my toe. "And witches take clients for spells." "Sounds about right." I nodded. "Then give me the fucking spell." He growled out. I arched a brow at him. "You're not my client." "You-" "No." I replied sweetly, "Go away I don't like you, you tried to kill me!" "You tried to rob me!" He seethed. "No I tried to get pre paid for my assistance, you rejected it. Now we are done." He pointed to his bleeding abdomen, "no. We aren't." I stared at the blood soaked bandages for a moment, "that seems like a you problem."

Maya Wilkins's life turns upside down the day her sister commits suicide. With emotions overwhelming her every moment, she feels herself drowning in the chaos of memories and an uncertain future. Trying to escape the sudden limbo her life is suspended in, she seeks help. But what she never expects is to find a girl sharing pain similar to hers right across the teen helpline number. ──────🌟────── Featured in newwrittenbooks reading list. Featured in YA reading list. Featured in UndiscoveredStories readling list. Copyright ©️ Adair Night 2021

Poems about girls

A collection of both poems and quote from me.

Jessie Kawecki desperately needs a break. Her girlfriend broke up with her, she's sleeping on her brother's couch, and she's got maybe about forty dollars in her wallet. Still, when she gets offered the position of nanny to the three cheeky daughters of single mother Elizabeth Canfield, she hesitates. Closed-off and cold, Elizabeth is harder to handle than all of her kids together, and Jessie has no idea how long she can manage to put up with her. But she could really use the money, and she probably won't see that much of Elizabeth anyway. Why else would she need a nanny? Started: December 16, 2020

all writings are raw, i only write when i feel l.p.