Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

The world took a turn for the better. There were less problems, less diseases, and less to worry about. Or that's what He told her. Experiment Arcelia 14786 was His favorite. She was so vital to the Lab she inhabited that they painted her door blue instead of the sterile white that plastered everything else. She knew all the passcodes and looked down submissively. She was the perfect experiment because of Him. But when He brings in a new experiment from the Outside called Experiment Varian, she finds herself experiencing change whether she likes it or not. And it's all because of Experiment Varian, the only other one to accept the Red Virus Trial besides Arcelia herself. Unlike the passive Arcelia, Varian isn't going to let the Lab take him down. Editor: DanaScully Book Cover: etherealinsanity

Officially now a series! Watch all episodes now on mewatch. [BOOK ONE] Highest Rank Thriller: #1 (4.12.17) "Whatever he does, whatever he throws at me," I panted, leaning my back against the door as my usually obnoxiously loud voice dropped to a hushed whisper, "I hope he kisses me not." *** Addison Pilediah celebrated her 21st birthday a little more differently than others. When a gold flake encrusted invitation letter had arrived at her doorstep just the day before her big day, Addison's curiosity had gotten the better of her for she had a nagging feeling that all was not right in the world. She knew that something, or rather someone, was playing tricks with her, and as a very curious girl, she had to find out what it was. It only took one atrocious and life-threatening party, an obnoxious group of party-goers, and one devilishly handsome cynical spirit for Addison to realize that perhaps going to the party was not the brightest idea. Especially since she would be locked in an old boathouse for a while with a bunch of evil beings that would gladly try to kill her. In fact, it would be a miracle if she could make it out alive after receiving kisses from Death himself. *** completed inspired by HP: Prisoner of Azkaban Highest Rank Fantasy: #6 Highest Rank Teen Fiction: #54

Audrey Kepler wants to breathe, to run, to live. It should be a given, after all, a gift everyone receives at birth. The day she gets on the bus is the day she finally admits to herself that being alive and living are two separate things. And Audrey wants to live. When she meets Eli Davis, a mysterious, quiet, and timid boy, she assumes that they are opposites. But, they are more similar than she could have ever imagined. Eli wants to live, he thinks. He at least wants to taste what it's like before he decides. She was the sun; warm, bright, radiant, and full of the purest light. He was the stars; distant and scarce, yet fascinating and effervescent if you took the time to look closely enough. They seem so different at first glance, the sun and the stars, but they are just alike.