Thursday Plurbonym Boyporridge is a long Furby created by STRANGE ÆONS. He is an absolute god, so I made him a bible.

"People in this town are more bound to fairies than they want to admit..." These words have been haunting Ferry for the past six years. Ferry Donovan is a sixteen human-years-old fairy with an interesting life. During the day, he behaves like an ordinary youngster, spending time with his friends, doing his chores, and dreaming about a special girl. At night, he must train to become the Saviour of Akna, his fairy homeland. Everything changes when a boy comes to town, saying he is the lost son of Ferry's human-parents. Now, Ferry and his friends - both human and fae - must find out who this boy is and what are his intentions. Meanwhile, the town of Goodharts is preparing to enter the seventh year since the last vanishing into the Shepherd's Forest. But this is not the strangest of the things occurring. Over the years, Ferry has learned that the Pride Mansion hides many secrets, and they are all connected to an odd reunion of rich people called The Quest. Yet all these become somehow less important compared to Ferry's biggest concern - the girl he likes might not feel the same.

The Girl without Eyes has been murdered, but she has not left the windowless house of 407 West Marshall Street. She has remained as a ghost, able to see the past and the present but unable to engage with the other living children, she will learn more about the mysteries behind the house, the Voice, and strive to discover who killed her and why. Sequel to The Boy with Words for Skin, this is Book 2 in the 407 West Marshall Street series.

Samuel Brandt woke up with his thoughts written all over his body. His brother woke up with his head missing. His sister woke up to find that her skin would crack open unless she stayed in water. All of the other children in the secluded Iowa town of Oak Knoll woke up having undergone strange transformations. Now, they are all forced to live at 407 West Marshall Street, the mysterious house outside of town. With the new name of The Boy with Words for Skin, Samuel wants nothing more than to hide from his new life. He painfully and unpredictably sheds his skin, there is a Voice in the entryway closet that is often cruel, and-perhaps worst of all for a naturally shy boy-the other children look to him as a leader. As his seven-year-old brother struggles with their new life, as terrifying growls start to come from the pitch black basement, and as his feelings for a girl begin to grow, The Boy with Words for Skin realizes that he wants to change. He wants to put others first, learn from his peers, and let himself hope that things will get better. The Boy with Words for Skin is the first book in the 407 West Marshall Street series. Each book will advance the story but be told from a different character. Book 2 will be The Girl without Eyes.

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

Each day she wakes up in a different body, not knowing who she is, and each night that body dies. She is the Reaper Syndrome, and she's desperate to know why. ***** She doesn't know what's happening. Each day she wakes up in a new body, not knowing who she is. She has to pretend to be the person, and at the end of the day her new body dies. The media have a name for these deaths: the Reaper Syndrome. No one believes it's a person jumping from body to body, until Joe. He's a conspiracy theorist, but she can make him listen. He trusts her, and he can also see the mysterious man, Samael, that's following her. Why is this happening to her? Who can she trust? Every day it takes her to end the Reaper Syndrome, another person dies. She doesn't want the last victim to be her. *2021 Wattys Shortlisted*

* The Fiction Awards 2020 Winner * In Goodharts, the small town beyond the hills, nobody knows how Ferry Donovan looks. His mother has been keeping him out of sight for over nine years. When the boy finally begins school, the people are not only intrigued by his appearance but also by the strange things taking place around him. Yet, weird things are happening in Ferry's town, too. Every seven years, a person mysteriously disappears into the forest nearby. When one of his classmates vanishes into thin air, Ferry is determined to find him. With the help of his friends, who are just as different, he embarks on a journey into the Land of the Unseen. But is he really prepared for what lies beyond? Highest Rankings: # 1 in Fantasy, # 1 in Adventure, # 1 in Mystery, # 1 in Action, # 1 in Magic, # 1 in Middlegrade IMPORTANT: This book has been stolen from Wattpad multiple times and uploaded on Amazon and other websites for sale WITHOUT my permission. If you see this book or the content of this book on any other website other than Wattpad, please let me know ASAP. Thank you!

"I am Cahira, keeper of the Dragon's fire and I bow for no one" Cahira an orphan ousted by a village who was afraid by a power she could not control. Isolated in a dense forest, unwittingly protecting the village that casted her out, treated no better then a feral watchdog. At least until, a wounded goblin comes baring a message and a false prophecy that sends her on a wild chase to find a mentor to train the beast within her. But things are not always what they seem. A pawn is a pawn, whether it's protecting your captors, being an unwilling participant in an uprising or a vital piece in a monster's soul. But it doesn't matter, not for a person with nothing else to lose but with everything to gain... Or is that how it was suppose to go? (Updates are slow but they will come my little spit-fires. You can scream at me on the convo feed, if you're impatient. I understand, I'm yelling at myself too)