Rei, a former samurai lieutenant is reincarnated into the body of an 8 year old, who happens to be the main villainess in a romance novel for foreign girls. A villainess destined to be executed by her fiancé the crown prince for cruelty towards the heroine of the novel. To avoid being executed she must to make allies among her enemies, get out of the heroine's way, and untangle herself from the poisonous intrigue of court the best she can in the role of a future courtier. However, the vaguely described backdrop said nothing about the conflicts building beyond the heroine's understanding, or that women weren't allowed on the battlefield. I am honestly left speechless. I am very touched and honored by all the attention, by all the sweet, beautiful and fun comments I've received over the last month, it's been truly amazing. To those who already enjoy it, I hope you will continue to do so. To those who decide to pick it up, I hope you have as much fun with it as I did!

~What time is it? Show time!~ Lin-Manuel Miranda Praca lekarza wymaga ogromnej ilości poświęcenia i skupienia. Człowiek, który ją wykonuje musi być w stu procentach niej poświęcony. Taki właśnie jest młody lekarz - Alexander Hamilton. Mężczyzna całe dnie i noce spędza w pracy, nie odrywając oczu od szarych ścian, ostrych lamp i śladów krwi. Jednak, od czasu asysty przy operacji Johna Laurensa, całe jego życie wywraca się do góry nogami... Opowiadanie zawiera duże ilości relacji Johna Laurensa i Alexandra Hamiltona. Wydarzenia dzieją się w dwudziestym pierwszym wieku, w jednym z nowojorskich szpitali. *w okładce mojego opowiadania użyłam kadru z teledysku w wykonaniu caw-chan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v60xszMV5uE*

Sky od zawsze miał ciężko w życiu. Był gnębiony przez rówieśników, nauczyciela matematyki i cały cholerny świat. Z rodzicami też nie miał najlepszych relacji. Nie potrafił znaleźć swojego miejsca, lecz pogodził się ze swoim losem. Żył swoją monotonną rutyną, aż na jego drodze stanął demon... Tak. Dobrze widzicie, najprawdziwszy demon. Aspołeczny bohater został wciągnięty w nadnaturalny świat, o którym nie miał pojęcia. Na każdym kroku towarzyszyła mu śmierć. Wiele razy musiał decydować o rzeczach, o których słyszał pierwszy raz. A przy jego boku stał "anioł stróż". Czy przybył on, by pomóc Sky'owi? Czy może chce mu zaszkodzić? Zdezorientowany Sky wyrusza w podróż z tajemniczym aniołem. Podróż pełną krwi i magii. Czy Sky będzie bezpieczny? Czy zaradzi nadchodzącej wojnie? Czy uratuje swoich przyjaciół? Czy dowie się, kim jest?

Ever since Philip was a few months old, he would do odd things: staring off into space, laughing at odd hours of the night, talking to an imaginary friend. His parents of course thought nothing of it. But months turn into years, secrets are spilled, and our Philip can't decide whether he should delve deeper into his fathers past, or forget about his childhood friend... forever. (Ghost! Laurens AU)

"I'll read it out for you." Anne said, handing the cigarette back to you. "Wanted; for breaking and entering and robbery. Unknown bandit seen leaping from a window of a bank in Kempton, may be walking with a limp from the fall. Suspected to be about 5'8" and stocky build. Should any leads arise please contact local authorities." --- You hadn't even seen him there, obscured in the darkness of night - and it was obvious that he hadn't been expecting anyone to come out back. He startled, stumbling away from where he had been leaning, and your heart leapt into your throat, surprised in the worst way possible. So surprised, that you threw the bag of vegetable scraps at him as a form of self defense. The bag bounced harmlessly against the man's chest and landed on the ground. Your eyes darted to it first, but then up to the man you had thrown it at - taking in his features from the light streaming out of the still-open door. He wasn't too tall, but he had the build of someone who had known a farm life before - broad shoulders and muscle made for work, not show. His clothes were practical, and he carried a pack strapped to his back. It was his face that was the most interesting though - he couldn't have been much older than you, and he looked kind, for lack of a better word. Open, almost.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 1 --- Tacenda; pl (plural only): Things that are not to be spoken about or made public. Things that are best left unsaid. --- He was unlike anyone else you had seen before. There was a certain confidence about him that drew everyone's eye. His hair was tied back into a messy plait, but it was the color that was the most striking, a bright pink that contrasted the dark red and black of his robes. His face was mostly obscured by the mask of his people, but you could just make out the shape of his jaw and a flash of sharp teeth when he smiled. He was dangerous - but he was magnetic.

The song ended as you merged onto the highway and another familiar song started up - not by Myra but by an adjacent band to the Myracle Makers that you also liked - the Dream Team. You had found out about them through Myra's music (Spotify thought that they went together well) and you had fallen in love with a couple of their songs, and then a couple more, until you were in their top .5% of listeners. They were one of your favorite bands, and their song Florida Smile was a song for the soul. You smiled to yourself, turning up the radio. The familiar beat of the drums pumped through the speakers of your car and you began to sing along as the lead singer - he went by Dream as a stage name (like Dream's Team... haha) - began to sing. You knew all the words by heart. And you've got a Florida smile... sends my heart racing to the mark at the mile...