histórias de Branches

(On Hold- Kind Of) 15-year-old Carman Dawn has always been on her own and never relied on anyone but herself. That all changes when she finally approches the group of misfits that have been following her for the past few weeks. The ring leaders, black haired and witty Carson brothers, wants nothing more than to have Carmen join their secretive group. When she slowly descovers what the group is really up to and wants nothing to do with it, its already too late because she has fallen head over heels with a group member... the one and only Mr. Carson. When a mission Carmen is sent on puts her and Mr. Carson in danger, she has no choice but to leave and not look back.

A troll tries to trick Kavod into thinking Branchstorm is against him.

The fourth and final book of the Elves series! In this finale, Kavod and Branchstorm must fight against the trolls on the hill atop the Land of the Branches. Will Kavod and Branchstorm succeed in the battle, and will they still have adventures together after the battle? Find out in this final book in the Elves series!

The Tree

Cats are the main killers of birds...offsetting the ecosystems of our planets please keep them indoor else find them Mia :)

She's a girl with a sad, secretive past. He's a guy with a broken life. And they're the only ones who can read past the other's façade. So they' re obviously meant for each other, right? However, Sopheila and Jabez's respective pasts build a barrier between them. Can they face their past and find their future with each other?

Dreams can be vivid. They can overwhelm. Sometimes, they serve as a look at one's subconscious.

A set of one shots covering the daily lives of my two characters : - Kaito Nakashima ( Kaito written as : 開土 ) - Kozue Miura ( Kozue written as : 梢依 ) . . . . . . - art by me . . .

Stephanie discovers a passageway to another world; the world of her dreams. She fell into this world and may never want out...

The thoughts I have every second of every day are like branches in my mind. Always growing and always twisting. Finding ways to spread further into the back of my mind. Some of them fall and wither like leaves in the fall. Some of them make me ponder too many thoughts, making me lean in certain directions like that tree in the park. Am I going to fall? Am I going to be cut down without mercy? Or will I grow infinantly into the sky?