A black, business owner of a small New York City bakery, Danielle has achieved success. She owns her own home, has traveled the world and is only 26 years old. Even with all her successes, she remains compassionate and selfless. The only thing she hasn't been quite successful in is her love life. Enter in Derek. Derek is a handsome white male also living in New York City. His beauty however, is buried under dirty brown, shoulder length hair, a full beard and clothes that haven't been washed in years. He's been homeless since he was 16. Now he's 28. After being constantly harassed by shop owners and police officer and moved from place to place, Derek finds a new place in the alleyway behind a bakery. As the New York winter begins to roll in, Danielle's compassionate persona moves her to do things most people wouldn't.

Alaethia has spent a lifetime of luxury under her father's rule of the Persian Empire. When the city walls of her home are torn down by enemy clans she is sold by her father to ensure allies in battle. Betrothed to a man that has killed more men than the Devil himself, a favorable ally to have in war, but not in marriage. She is thrust into a world of fear and apprehension, where there are no people of her kind. In the commencement of the then small Roman Empire she finds that her color is a mark of surprise and curiosity for the people. Now Alaethia must fight to remain in control of her life, a man that vexes her every emotion, and as well prevent the destruction of all she has ever known.

New to the small southern town, brown-skinned Evalyn Brown answers an ad for domestic help. Enter her new employer, the disagreeable and decidedly white William Davis, who works for the town's police department. As time progresses, their relationship to each other, their small town, and the people who inhabit it changes. In the mid-1900s in a place so easily described as backwards, change can very rapidly become a dangerous friend. x He said nothing but continued to approach, and I started backing up, my hands in front of me to create space. He advanced until I had nowhere to go, and the stories of southern Negro women being lynched, beaten, raped, and on swirled in my mind. There were some battles to fight, and this was not one of them. I just wanted to appease whatever angry beast I had stirred within him and go back to my role as his quiet housekeeper. "William, I - ." Idiot! His whispered name slipped from my mouth before I could stop it. Today was the worst possible day to mistakenly call him by his first name. I closed my eyes as tears escaped out their corners. I didn't want to watch whatever was going to happen next. "Look. At. Me." His words were a constrictor that wound around my neck and tightened. His heady, hot breath fanned over my face. I opened my eyes and peered through my tear-blurred vision. His orbs were almost black as onyx, but tumultuous and frightening. He studied me and my pulse thudded deafeningly in my ears. "I want you to stop." His voice was low and threatening.

Jupiter Wallace knew who she was before she knew about boys and puberty.... how great her powers can be and how deadly they can become. However, she never understood her world. Years of being protected from the dark arts and supernatural side of life, Jupiter has fallen into the webs of friends and foes after the one person who protected her from such devious things dies by the same hands who is also trying to kill her and take over the city. *Will be a mix of supernatural facts; such as containing to vampires, demons, and werewolves, etc. Some will be the same and most will have my own twist to it.* **Will update every Saturday or Friday**

"Count backwards from ten." The words escaped my mouth, echoing off the walls until they hit the old man's ears. He flinched, I could smell the sweat pouring out his pores, along with the shit he just dumped in his slacks. "Ten," He finally spoke once feeling the cold metal in the back of his head. "Nine." He shuddered, whimpering for mercy as I buried deeper. "Eight." However, he did not spoke the words of mercy, the old man knew it was no way of getting out of this, no way of running. "Seven." I took the safety off, the loud click made him whimper even more, shake as if it were Antartica and also sweat as if he were in the middle of the Congo. I, on the other hand, felt nothing. How can you feel anything for someone you only met just five minutes ago? "Si-" The old man didn't finish, I was getting tired of his voice and the smell of shit in the air. His body fell flat, a pool of blood formed quickly- just what I wanted to see. No second kill shot, no time wasted to see if he were actually dead. Quick, fast, and neat.

It only took one night for Ezra to go missing and it would change her life forever. When her fiery attitude attracts the most ruthless barbarian in the country she's in for a ride that she is most definitely not ready for.

Eydis was captured in Africa by the Norseman. Bound to serve as a slave, until she captures the attention of King Meili Highest Ranking!! #62 in #romancestories, #45 in #vikings - November 08 2019 #39 in #romancestories, 14 in #Vikings Nov 15, 2019 #3 in #historicalromance January 20, 2020

"He was the type of person people would write sad poems about." HIGHEST RANKING #1 in Depression-awareness HIGHEST RANKING #1 in sadstuck HIGHEST RANKING #1 in creative writing

**"I didn't choose this... Destiny chose me."** I was never meant to change history. All I wanted was a quiet life, surrounded by forgotten relics and the stories they carried. Working for an artifact collector was my dream... until one discovery shattered everything I knew. In the blink of an eye, I was ripped from the present and thrown into the heart of ancient Japan. A world consumed by war. A world where a stranger like me doesn't belong. Every step I take could mean death. Every mistake could alter history forever. Then... I met him. A legendary general whose strength commands the battlefield and whose presence steals my breath. I should fear him. I should stay away. Instead... I fall hopelessly in love. As I desperately search for a way back to my own time, an impossible question begins to haunt me. **Do I truly want to go home?** But destiny is never kind. He is already bound by marriage. I have been chosen to become the emperor's newest concubine. Our love is forbidden-condemned by duty, honor, and the countless lives that depend on the choices we make. Every path leads to heartbreak. Every stolen moment brings us closer to ruin. With history itself standing against us... Can love rewrite fate? Or are some destinies written in blood... and impossible to escape?

**Some love stories begin with a choice.** Mine began before I was old enough to understand what love even was. For as long as I can remember, he has been the center of my universe. My first smile. My safest place. My sun that chased away every darkness. My moon that watched over my loneliest nights. The air I breathed... The reason my heart kept beating. I spent a lifetime loving him in silence, believing that one day he might finally see me the way I had always seen him. But fate can be unbearably cruel. Because while my world revolved around him... His heart had always belonged to someone else. And no matter how deeply I loved him... I was never the girl he chose.