*First title in the Immortal Series* "He's the one they tell you never to make a deal with." After her parents agreed to give her to the infamous immortal, Fate, once she reached a certain age, Zayla has accepted her life as over. But not without a fight. For years, she has spent training to kill an immortal. To kill Fate. But what if he's not what she thought? And what if everything she believed, everything she trained for would be used against her. For him. Because what if everything, including her own fate, is owned by him? In a twist of events, Zayla has to learn who to trust, who to love, and who to fight for. *** Cover made by the very talented @MarbelisLugo Mature Content. Advertisement Warning.

As a weak and powerless human, Eve was never meant to survive. Through a series of miracles, she finds herself taken in by werewolves. But she doesn't realize her true power - not until destiny calls and she is faced with two choices: run, or fight to save her pack against the darkest magic. ***** Adopted by an Alpha couple to raise as their own, Eve grew up in a world of wolves. Though she was once abandoned and alone, she is now surrounded by family from two of the most powerful werewolf packs. She has the unwavering love of her parents, the Alpha and Luna of the Crescent Moon Pack, and inexplicably, also the protection of Zachary Stone, the cold but devastatingly handsome Alpha of the Red Moon Pack. Eve never thought she would truly become one of them, as she is no werewolf, but when she discovers her true identity and starts seeing visions, she realizes that the fate of everyone she loves may lie in her hands. Content and/or Trigger Warning: This story contains violence. [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] Cover designed by Lily Taylor

Kessiya Saju is twenty three, educated and employed by one of the biggest technology companies in the world. She is beautiful, intelligent and headstrong. She is also Indian, meaning that the next most important stage in her life (according to her parents) is marriage. Unfortunately for Kessiya's parents, she has absolutely no interest in boys as she is too busy planning her high flying career and living her best life. With no actual desire to have a romantic relationship with anyone and mostly just to appease her parents, she gets engaged to a pretty decent, yet slightly boring accountant (who of course is Indian too..duh) So it all becomes a bit of a mess, when one day Kessiya ends up finding her soon to be husband, held hostage, half naked and kneeling on the floor of his living room... with a very threatening looking gun to his head. But what happens when Kessiya doesn't know what she should be more scared off. The gun? Or the bloody gorgeous man, holding it?

From the author of You, my Punishment and Have you..? 'Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn't possible have any direct correlation to one's happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It's really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.' I closed the page of my laptop and sighed. The things I've been reading were not helping me to have peace with myself. I looked in the corner of my room. It looked gorgeous. The blue balloon looked gorgeous. Blue stands for communication, for trust. For logic and for calm. Blue is thinking, light, sun, sky. But to me, blue has the worse inside. To me blue is cold. Blue has lack of emotion. Blue is unfriendly. It was never there for me. No one was. Blue looked gorgeous from the outside, but from the inside it was empty. Empty as my soul. Nila was having a battle inside of her. Her mind wasn't logical. Things never made sense. She was trying to find something, but always ended up with empty hands. She knew that there was a truth somewhere hidden in the world. She knew she would find it. She started receiving letters that was going to change that. But what she didn't know was how broken she would be when she finally found it. How many broken blue balloons will there be when she has finally peace with her mind, peace with her own yellow paint. ~ Islamic romance story. I warn you for the grammar mistakes.