[This story will become free on JANUARY 21st, 2026] Angie, a grieving expectant mother, must help the spirit of a little girl find the remains of twelve other children who mysteriously disappeared three years ago. ***** After the death of her twin brother, Angie Abernathy immersed herself in her painting to help her deal with her overwhelming grief. When her husband, John, finally convinces her to sort through some of Cory's belongings, she unexpectedly finds the closure she needs in the form of a map and a journal full of cryptic notes. When the notes lead her to the bodily remains of six-year-old Mary Drake, the first of thirteen children who went missing three years ago, Angie finds herself caught up in her own investigation and quickly starts to believe that Mary's bones aren't as dead as they seem to be... Content warning: This story contains mature themes, including references to the murder of children

A ladiesman cop, A beautiful thief and a priceless jewel. In times of love and romance, do the laws still work? In the face of wealth, does the word danger really matter? A professional cop becomes a fugitive. tied to a common but incredibly beautiful thief. How is love, the law and crime going to merge. Aisha looks like just a common thief. But there is yet still more to be unravelled. Note. Im not so professional in writing and this happens to be my first novel. Please feel free to point out any thoughts and corrections about it

"My Mama hates me. She's jealous of me. She hates me. She hates me." Read at your own caution. This is a dark story.

Cassie, 18, never kissed, never drank, never smoked, practically never did anything remotely adventurous, was planning to leave high school unscathed. But when her heart got broken by the school's King, Desmond, she was determined to have a change of plans. Armed with a new look, a new persona, and an army of professional liars and tricksters, she was going all out to bring down the high and mighty Mr. Heartless. Even if she had to break her own heart for the sake of it. Because frankly my dear, all's fair in love and war.