Isarella, the daughter of Thesan, High Lord of the Dawn Court, endured horrors that shattered her spirit and left her scarred in body and soul. Trapped Under the Mountain alongside Rhysand, Isarella's unique gifts became both her salvation and her curse. As a healer with power inherited from her father, she was forced to mend the broken bodies of her captors and victims alike. But beneath her quiet demeanor lay a secret ability: the power to command light itself. With a snap of her fingers, she could extinguish the stars or bring radiant dawn to the darkest of nights-a power she kept hidden, knowing it could bring devastation if wielded recklessly. When Feyre arrived Under the Mountain to free her love, Tamlin, Isarella became an unwilling witness to Feyre's trials. Bound in scraps of clothing and forced to stand alongside Rhysand, she watched Feyre fight against the impossible. And when Feyre solved Amarantha's riddle only to have her life cruelly snuffed out, Isarella made a choice that would change her fate forever. Joining the High Lords, she granted Feyre a fragment of her light, weaving her own power into Feyre's rebirth. Years later, as the war with Hybern looms, Isarella is forced to face the nightmares of her past once more. Reuniting with Rhysand and his Court brings buried trauma to the surface, but it also brings unexpected connections. When Isarella crosses paths with Azriel, the Shadowsinger, her light collides with his shadows in a way that neither of them can deny. Drawn to one another, they uncover secrets that could change the course of the war-and their lives. As Hybern's armies threaten Prythian, Isarella must embrace the full extent of her powers, even if it means confronting the ghosts of her captivity and the pain of standing beside Rhysand once more. Will her light be enough to banish the shadows of her past? Or will her fractured heart and the darkness she once endured consume her entirely? ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO SJM

Seeking refuge, Xilä and her father venture to the lands of the Omatikaya clan in the hopes that Toruk Makto would be generous in allowing them to stay. This is her story about not only finding her strength, but finding love. - Warning: This story contains smut (breeding kink included), violence, abuse & pregnancy (please don't read if these topics will affect you) - Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam in particular is 23. - Xilä is my own creation. - Cover image- credit to cinetrix This story has not been beta read (To be reviewed and edited for all errors)

He's the grumpy CEO of the company she works for. The very boss, no one gets enough words with before he pushes them far away. And then Sierra Bloom happens. She's the complete opposite of him, and he hates it. But something about her is way too intriguing to stay away from. "One night," he tells himself. He'll have her one night, and never again. ...if only that one night didn't create life, and forever bound him to her. 𝐖 𝐚 𝐫 𝐧 𝐢 𝐧 𝐠: This story contains mature themes, including; explicit sex scenes as well as references, mention and use of drugs and alcohol, mention of physical and sexual abuse. Readers discretion is advised.

Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. ***** THE JACKSONS BOOK #1 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧. 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. Just when Aurora is finally taking control of her own life, everything seems to be falling into chaos. She leaves behind all that she's ever known to take a chance at life in an entirely new place. But America is nothing like England, and its inhabitants even more so. Trusting her brother to help her adapt, Aurora accepts his offer to stay with him and some of his teammates. Seven of them to be exact. She quickly comes to realize that her comfort-zone doesn't exist here, and everything is big, scary, and intimidating. Just like her brother's best friend. Maddox is Aurora's polar opposite, which explains the magnetic pull that he seems to feel for her. He knows that he's bad for her, that the bad in his life will only taint her purity, like a drop of ink in water. Maddox doesn't know what to think about the new girl, but he does know that he thinks about her way too much. He knows that he can't sit by while she struggles, and life in Greenville is sink or swim. Aurora's been thrown into the deep-end without a life preserver and the only thing keeping her from drowning is a tattooed hand reaching out to help her.