[ WATTYS '18 LONG-LISTED ] ❝ I have slit throats far more beautiful than yours.❞ In which a thousand brides have fallen, and she is the last, so she spins a tale as old as time to live the dawn. | an arabian nights x beauty and the beast crossover | (cover by ES Johnson) trailer (video by @AKfiction): https://youtu.be/2OSjakJrUeo

"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about him was off. Something about him was missing. Impassive and unpredictable, he always lurked around, his hulking figure a wandering question mark on the streets of New York. But give him a violin and watch him play...

A series of stories that blur the lines between hazy memories, reality, and confabulations.

Harry the virgin Duke of Somerset knows little of love, while Louis the sly Duke of Warwick knows too much. When the two dukes come together for the Bilsdale fox hunt in Yorkshire, Harry finds himself drawn into Louis' bed. But when secrets from Louis' dark past come to light, Harry fears that the fox isn't the only one being hunted.

a taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess

In the desert, an instant turns life into death and hate into love. In the desert, everything is different. Boundaries break down, and you find yourself doing things that you would never, ever have imagined. Lilly Linton finds this out the hard way: in the shadow of the pyramids, she and her boss, cold, calculating Mr Ambrose, must face death and danger together. Is the desert's heat enough to melt the cold heart of Britain's richest financier? WINNER of the PEOPLE'S CHOICE AWARD in the Wattys 2016 Sequel to Robert Thier's #1 Hit 'Storm and Silence'

"I'll be back. Don't leave okay" "Okay" she pouted as she played with her fingers, "Poseidon, I have a secret to tell you before you go" she giggled. "Tell me" "Its a secret! I have to whisper it to you" she tilted her head and curled her finger to motion me, reluctantly I came. "Yes Medusa" I sighed as I approached her. "I'm hungry" she whispered into my ear. "That is no secret. I hear your stomach. What are you hungry for?" I decided to play along. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. "You" she breathed on my lips. She pulled my chin and made me stare into her golden pupils. "Why do you distance yourself away from me the god whose name is Poseidon?" she whispered into my face as she brushed my thick brows. "I know I wont be able to stop...if i give in" "Then just give in?" she uttered as she massaged my lips with her thumb. ______ She was once known for her beauty. Beloved by everyone. Adored by many. But soon she was hated by all... all.... except one..... #1 in gods 4/12/19 #5 in new story 2/19/19 #13 in lovable 2/13/19 #6 in Poseidon 2/22/19 #5 in Poseidon 2/22/19 #13 in goddess 3/9/19 Started: 1/25/19 MATURE SCENES!

Elodie stands at a crossroads as her sheltered life, constructed upon a bedrock of deceit, starts to unravel. Coping with her sister's murder was one challenge, but reconciling with her father's involvement in it was an entirely different struggle. As she endeavors to dismantle the cult in which she was raised, Elodie finds herself gradually losing control. Mature Audiences Only - 18+

❝ Anitchka, Anitchka, will you not invite me in? ❞ In which a girl is indebted to a wintry demon for saving her life, and the gold from her fingertips is a magic whose price she must repay tenfold. Unless she guesses his name first. | loosely based on rumplestiltskin |

rigor samsa: n. a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time-and will keep growing back again and again, until you develop a more sophisticated emotional structure, held up by a strong and flexible spine, built less like a fortress than a cluster of treehouses. ★ ★ ★ this book is a collection describing what goes on inside my head; a collection of thoughts whenever my psychogical exoskeleton has been broken down and turned into dust. so expect random sporadic updates. from long thought out chapters, to short, few sentenced writings, this is a book containing everything i have no place for anywhere else. - - - reuploaded in 2023.