Dream doesn't remember anything from last night. All he remembers is briefly talking to a guy he hadn't spoken to since high school about a bar, and after that.. Just nothing. When he woke up during what he thought was the morning after, he felt completely bodied; patchy facial hair covering his chin and the steady beeping of a heart monitor to his right annoying him persistently. Something bad must of happened, but what? When he had finally pushed himself into a siting position, loud noises surrounded him. They felt foggy for a moment, his ears. ringing as he looked around, his head hurting as he tried to remember. In a moment he was surrounded by familiar and relieved faces, making him smile. "Hey Nick.. Darryl.." He looked around, seeing that Zak and Wilbur were there too, surprisingly. There was someone else there though, an unfamiliar face. His smile was wide enough to show his gums, and while it was absolutely adorable, Dream felt an unexplained horrible emotion take root in his heart. "Who... Who are you?" |SOME BASIC WARNINGS; THIS STORY FEATURES AMNESIA AND TRAUMATIC EVENTS (THEY WILL HAVE TWS WHEN MENTIONED). IF THIS TRIGGERS YOU, DO NOT READ THIS BOOK.|

❝𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴: 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵.❞ Book Two of The Lost Souls Series - Read Perception before continuing! ---------------------------- To earn happiness for yourself is to take another's away. George has learnt the cruel way of this world, but never how he wished to. Now he's stuck with the consequences of a freak accident, more blood on his hands he can't wash away, and more problems that he can't get rid of. A grieving soulmate, guilt-ridden and Lost. A leader, forced into action to fulfil a promise. A best friend, forced to pick between rival sides. A dangerous rival, seeking a new victim. And a seemingly innocent boy, with an innocent smile to hide the darkness behind it. Secrets to hide a dark past, the great deception to keep the greatest unknown. ---------------------------- Completed ✔️ No smut ✔️ Trigger warnings: Blood, heavy depictions of violence and injury, mentions of death, mild gore

❝𝘗𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩.❞ Book One of The Lost Souls Series ---------------------------- George isn't tempted by finding his soulmate. To him, it's just another ridiculous plot to get him killed. His life is hard enough, running from his hunter alone and inexperienced. You don't make many friends when you block everyone out. So when an outgoing dirty blonde gives him butterflies, George doesn't know what to do. There's something different about him: he's perfect. A little too perfect. But there's no truth here, there's only Perception. ---------------------------- Completed ✔️ No smut ✔️ Trigger warnings: Blood, violence, mentions of death, mild gore

✨2018 Watty Winner✨ Two men in love torn apart by war. Yuri Karamov's existence is like Schrödinger's cat, simultaneously both dead and alive. In Ru Konstantin's mind, Yuri's still the same vibrant young man he was when their lives diverged. But the question, the one Ru is too afraid to acknowledge, is whether his best friend turned first love is still alive. In the span of eighteen years, their hometown of Dronesk goes from a quiet, humdrum town to a besieged territory of the BKA; a radical militia group who wants to eradicate the Arash--people like Ru--from Rujga Province. Yuri Karamov is one of the recruits fighting for a Brommian liberation. After years of lost contact, Ru returns to Dronesk in search of his best friend, confronting not only the ruins of his ancestral home and the new realities of a post-liberation movement, but questions about love, freedom, and the price of self-governance. If We Exist, is a coming-of-age story that examines friendship, sexuality, class struggles and ethnic tensions through the lens of Ru Konstantin; desperate, anxiety-ridden, and awfully nostalgic.

I was awakened by a buzz, but I don't want to get up, instead I lay still on my bed and about to dream again when I heard a THUD, I flinched at the sound. It's Saturday so I'm not expecting anyone at this early in the morning. I'm not a morning person, I am now annoyed to whoever it is. "Coming!" I yelled and started walking which took me sometime because I literally took my time, don't blame me I'm still sleepy, I opened the door to see a very beautiful woman, she has long wavy hair, thick eyelashes and pink pout lips and lastly... a body to die for. I frowned when I realized a high-school student? I can say because she's wearing a uniform. What is a beautiful high-school girl doing here knocking at my door? I asked mentally. I was about to ask her when she suddenly slipped inside my condo and sit on the couch cozily, I crossed my arms and face her still frowning. "Miss what are you doing here? What do you need?" I asked her curiously. She looked at me and smiled, a smile that can make men drool, but I'm not because I'm still annoyed. "I am your girlfriend" she said sweetly, my eyes widened in shock, I know I'm drunk last night but I don't remember having a girlfriend. I was about to say something when she stood up and face me leaning so much closer that were inches apart. "You wished for me, last night on the internet" oh crap! Now I remember! I was browsing the net when a certain ad captures my attention. "But I wished for a BOYFRIEND! Not a Girlfriend!!?" How do you handle a situation where there's NO REFUND and NO EXCHANGE? Copyright © 2014-2022. Manila, Philippines. All rights reserved.

For shop girl Evin, alchemy is an understood part of life. She learned how to brew superior potions at a young age and can't imagine her life without the use of Alertness, For General Pain, and Menstrual Cramp Cure. Though already apprenticed to a local master alchemist, she can't help feeling that there might be more for her to achieve. In a different part of the continent, Master Bricot teaches alchemy at the University of Craestor and is working feverishly at his residency project--translating the sacred document The Facerum--when a student of his approaches him seeking help on an unprecedented issue. And south of Craestor in Daitak Capital, the Seat of the World, Emperor Regent Bryn Beynon can't stand potions or those who make and sell them, believing their use, especially martially, to be barbaric and cruel. His first act when coming of age will be to begin imposing legal strictures on the use and sale of such items. Out in the Wilds of Tief, Craix, who travels alone, has never been safe. Not since she was born. Forever trying to evade her pursuers, she travels across the country, constantly intercepting important messages. And over all people in the realm of Heladrith, a pantheon of powerful gods sits in judgement and benevolence, silent for centuries--but not for much longer. Potent is an original, third-person omniscient, past-tense, low fantasy tale with an ensemble cast of approximately eight characters of different genders, orientations, colors, and classes. --Seeking beta readers for this manuscript! Please comment and leave feedback!--