NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON: SAMPLE AVAILABLE When you wake up with no memories whatsoever in a place you've never heard of with people you've never met - what do you do? Freak out? Try and retrace your steps? Pretend nothing's wrong? In the case of Charmeine, it was having a one-to-one with the Anti-Christ. You know, as one does. story one { ᵖᵃʳᵃⁿᵒʳᵐᵃˡ ᵐᵉᵉᵗˢ ʳᵒᵐᵃⁿᶜᵉ } ©@ᵏᵏᵉʸʷʳⁱᵗᵉˢ ᴬˡˡ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳˢ, ⁱⁿᶜⁱᵈᵉⁿᵗˢ, ᵒʳᵍᵃⁿⁱˢᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵃᶜᵏᵍʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵃʳᵉ ᶠⁱᶜᵗⁱᵗⁱᵒᵘˢ. ᴺᵒ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵇᵒᵒᵏ ᵐᵃʸ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᵖʳᵒᵈᵘᶜᵉᵈ ᵒʳ ᵗʳᵃⁿˢᵐⁱᵗᵗᵉᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵃⁿʸ ᶠᵒʳᵐ.

In a world ruled by creatures of the dark, Elena is chosen by their king for a task no woman could take.

the most eerie, yet interesting, unsolved cases/mysteries or deaths warning: all true stories. some may be unpleasant. - #2 in thrillers 6/8/19

By his blade, pointless. Yet, to sentenced the guilty... For it is Ghen who is cursed... As his right arm, cursed by the appearance of a black phantom limb, and, with his right eye, along gouged of sight; has had succumbed his daughter into a cold and deep sleep of nonexistence... By it were along ten years bygone then it was during by an unexpected betrayal, under the orders of his own king, was it then that Ghen had then firmly believed of the legend. Of a legend known as... called the Host of the Curse... Where across out toward, for toward the Side East of the seas, midst the Lands of Outer, as there hears of a being which is rumoured to exist upon in a mysterious island. Of an island, that is riddled in of ruin and of shadows... too a blight lives amongst the darkness. And too steeped in its shadows and of its desolate past, from lays the skull of an immortal yet diminished dragon named Panamex. Together, for they would venture through this island's seemingly desolate world, in hopes of ending the Curse, to awaken Ayu, that then would freed her from within the binds of her sleep... For new bodies to have formed, as the sun, lost in a shroud of the overcast world, and as the Curse phases of an uncertainty... Discover an island, that is be plotted here of shadows and in darknesses, lost light, hidden foes and a secret... that would plunge life within the depths of reality, and revelation... Readers: Book in progress, first two chapters now on demonstration, till the rest of the official story is to be completed. Enjoy the demo!

Cassie Claire was in for quite the pickle. She and her bevy of BFFs decide to go to the store one morning, but little did she know that she was about to meet one sexy, sexy man. Like in a romance movie, they locked eyes, and the whole world came to a screeching halt. What happened next wasn't as similar to a romance movie. He put a gun to her head And kidnapped her.

Dear Reader, The following work was found sealed in the library of a castle, belonging to an ancient noble family, in the Champagne region to the east of Paris. The dates of the events contained within are attributed to sometime in the 18th century. It appears that any other record of the Marquis featured within, and the estate that he kept, have since been expunged from historical record. It is as if there was an omertà (conspiracy of silence) which sought to erase him entirely from collective memory - one that might have succeeded if not for the astonishing recovery of these letters. It has been my duty to act as caretaker to this work since I agreed to its restoration. I have found, regrettably, that my colleagues have failed to grasp the momentous importance of these letters and their wider significance. There is, I admit, some question of authenticity that requires consideration. For my part, I have forcible reasons to believe that these letters are genuine. I have submitted the work to a broader audience, however, for precisely this object; I have hope that, by breaking outside the narrow remit of literary academia, I may yet find a willing readership committed to studying these letters as seriously as I have. As the Judge might once have heard it, so the Reader shall hear it now. Unfortunately, I must also include a notice of warning: the letters of Charlotte B--- speak of diabolical horrors and the direst human cruelty. I believe that, were these letters recognised, they would take the place as the first of the modern écritures maudits (damned writings), above de Sade or Corbière. Hence, I recognise that such subject matter is certainly not for everyone. Should you decide to turn to more pleasant reading, I certainly could not blame you. The world can be a sombre and unforgiving place without having to reflect on its grimmest parts. The choice to continue, Reader, is entirely your own. Yours faithfully, Dr. Samuel J. Collins