Francine has always had a gift. She has always been able to sense ghosts and she loved the paranormal. However when she went civil war ghost hunting she never expected for one to follow her home. She expected even less to have said ghost turn out to be the man she'd always dreamed of. She hadn't exptected him to fall in love with her or to fall in love with him. But that is exactly what happened. But surely this is crazy and nothing could make this relationship work.... could it?

Images flashed through her line of vision without stopping. For 30 years she lived for him. She gave up her family, her own dreams, and herself to be with him. . . . Via Dos spent most of her life chasing after a man who never loved her. Once given a second chance, Via sets out to correct her mistakes. In the process, she reconnects with her family, pursues her dream career, and finds a love she never knew she would have. . . . As of July 20, 2019 #1 coding #1 projectacceptyou #1 defying #2 youth #2 firststory #4 secondchance #7 guilt #8 tragedy #9 truth . . . *Cover design belongs to me * Cover art does NOT belong to me (will be taken down upon request) *This is an original work. Do NOT copy or take any part of my work without permission. . . . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

2 years is short... 2 years is long... Days pass like years. Years continues on for eternity. Do you still remember the promise? This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

My name is Calla Lind. Ever since my reawakening, I have live my life the way I wanted. I was able to be Calla, meet people as Calla, and have people see me as Calla. I had thought to let go of the past and be free of it. Now I know, letting go also means moving on. This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

"Our women cannot be wooed." Warned the King. "They have not met my men." The Sovereign replied. In Rowland, a kingdom void of love, where even a kiss is unheard of, Illyria is the prim and proper niece of the King, and his unofficial body guard. This princess has never been sated with her position, and has done everything in her power to climb the political ladder to reach the power and prestige she craves, the position of General over the kings army. On the eve of a marriage arranged to help her climb, a mysterious foreign ruler intrudes the castle walls, a masked leader known only as "The Sovereign." King Hal of Rowland takes this invasion to be a declaration of war, but instead the Sovereign is there to make him an offer he can't refuse. Meridian, the suave, lighthearted General of the Sovereign's army was just an adolescent when the plague that killed his Kindoms female population; including half his family, struck Morwick. Can he, his twin brother, cousin and the other young men who have mastered seduction and romance to an art form even turn the heads of icy, detached ladies who have never even heard of it? If they fail, war will soon follow. In this medieval Hunger Games, What happens when politics meet passion? 100 of Morwick's men must face off against 100 of Rowland's women during "Bedding Camp". Though the Morwick's weapon of choice is not what Illyria is expecting. Ranked #1 in Historical Fiction as of June 23 2017 *Complete book available on Amazon* (Link in my bio)

"You're the only thing that I have ever truly loved," he states, leaning in closer. I try to scoot away, but he corners me on the bed, placing his body over mine. "Get off me!" I exclaim, angrily. "I'm not who you think I am. That can't be possible." His face comes closer to mine as he pins my wrists to the bed. "It is possible. I loved you for three, short, human years, and then you left me. Now that I have you back, though, I will never let that happen again." ***** Salem's earliest memories were of her parents preforming odd rituals. She never really understood anything they said in them, but she would always sit in the middle of the big, circled, star and giggle. At age 10, both of her parents died. She was thrown into foster care. Without them around to explain to her exactly what the rituals meant, Salem was never told that she was a sacrifice to a demon king in exchange for all the money they could ever ask for. On her 20th birthday, at the stroke of midnight, the demon king finally comes for her. She is completely unaware of the situation, and she begins to try her best at resisting his advances, but he is very possessive, very persuasive, and very determined to claim what is rightfully his.

When Yasu transmigrated into a different world, he found out that for every 10 males, there are only 3 females. Due to the low birthrate of females, they are more valuable and protected. Because females are more valued and protected, most females are more spoiled and demanding. Too bad Yasu Mori transmirgated into a male's body. Good thing is that Yasu was born into a loving family with a stable foundation. Taking his knowledge and skill from his first life, Yasu works hard to live his second life to the fullest. Falling in love with not one, not two, not three, but four people. Can he find happiness in his new life? Can the people he love, learn to love each other?

What do you do when you're the daughter of the Demon Master? Run away, of course! Hidden within the largest city of the world, Vulean City, Meya Country. Tucked away from the main roads and in a small dead end street is a hidden pearl of a restaurant that only seats ten people at a time. With it's ridiculous pricing for the dishes, it only brings in the rich, the famous, and the known. With it's qi infused decor and dishes, of course those partons would have to bow down to it's owner and chef! Baozhai Restaurant is run by a petite beauty. A beauty that everyone calls a calamitous star. A beauty that can ruin a man and collapse a city. But here, she's known as the fierce Chef Sya who'll ruin your face if you get on her nerves. "You feed this Duke with food that has now reach this Duke's heart!" Ju Long announced. "You must take responsibility for this Duke!" "Tsk. Then I suggest you starve!" Sya retorted back to him. "Wife~~~~~." Ju Long whined. "Who here is your wife?" Sya said looking around the empty restaurant. "She must be a ghost. I'll set out an extra bowl at dinner so she won't be a starving ghost."