Weavers Stories

"An Arlues is the most strangest creature to ever walk the face of the world, in comparison to everything intertwined with the Grand Tapestry they are both intertwined and yet not at the same time, for their power goes to the spirits of the departed. Their power is both a blessing and a curse for their immortality leads them to walk the earth until either the end of time or when they take their life, their power can be a Weaver's biggest aid. But be warned Weaver; for a Arlues can be the worst knot in the Grand Tapestry of them all." Lilac Evans had been best friends with Hazel Flood since they met in Kindergarten Some say she became friends with Hazel because of her grandmother's Flood Money but it was far from that, besides she didn't exactly like Bunny Flood to begin with, a thing she had gotten long from her great grandmother who hated that woman with every fiber of her being yet adored Hazel and her mother Lacey Lilac has a secret however, she's an Arlues, a delicate design yet flaw in the Grand Tapestry of a being who at the age of thirty becomes immortal and forever wanders the world until the end of time or they take their life or someone takes their's, their power resides in their communication with the departed and if ever in the wrong hands their power can be a person's downfall of their greed but by a Weaver's side they can be the biggest aid imaginable When Lilac finds out Hazel is the newest Weaver since the last one of the Weaver's from the slavery days resigned her title she's more than happy to know of her best friend's ability and able to share her's But with the two's adventures undoing knots in the Grand Tapestry, is their friendship able to hold strong while blooming into something new along the way? [South of Midnight fanfic from the new game that came out this month, this is a Lesbian pairing of Hazel with an OC, if you don't like romance then just ignore it. Don't like, Don't read is a thing, cover art not mine]

"The dream weavers live on the clouds. They are a fairly peaceful people who create dreams for little boys and girls. "They are a kind and caring people, but some of them are reckless." This is the story of a dream weaver and a mean little boy and why kindness can sometimes be the most important vehicle for change.

Four beings exist, outside of time itself, these are the Time-Weavers. Each Time-Weaver has their own duty by which to weave the tapestry of Time. One of these Time-Weavers duty does not bring them any joy. Nay one could say it is the bane of his existence, though his existence be tied to his duty.

The Workers are an organization reaching back to 582 BC. They work to insure safety of spirits, that is, the will to press on. They are the children of the Spirits. Spirits control fate, destiny, death, life, light, darkness, and everything there ever was or is. The Workers- their children- control part of what each parent controls. Enter Miranda Edgegrove, daughter of Destiny and Darkness. She wants to be the same as someone, but doesn't think that would ever happen. So when she is lead to choose between herself, what will happen? Will she control her destiny, or be surrounded by darkness?

THE STORIES is the book with the collection of many types of stories that may give laughter giggle morals of life and many more....one can feel it all

Mandy is a girl who has a short temper, can't walk gracefully, and doesn't act her age at times. Read on to see how she goes on living in Weavers Lane with her family and next door neighbors.

Emily Winters is a 17 year old girl from the eighteen hundreds. Some how pirates were able to find her after years of searching, and have now taken her captive. Emilys secret is what makes her valuable... no man has ever been able to shape water... will that change? all's going okay for the captain (James) until Emily is brought in the girl he had been searching for sixteen years is now at his feet. he looks into her eyes and knows he cannot let the crew do the despicable acts he has anticipated doing for he would let no man hurt his Emily...or else they shall walk the plank.

The story of several weavers who lived in a beautiful world. It seemed to be teeming with life and stunning horizons. But, even beauty has an ugly heart... Author's notes: I apologise for keeping this story on a cliffhanger. So much has been going on in the last few years, and this story is discontinued now. Enjoy what all was written, and maybe someday another role play-based book will appear. Thank you, everyone, for supporting me and reading this book.

Roman Sullivan was a dad who was trying to be as "dope" as possible. Or so the little devils said. He was a butler who worked for a loony old dude, and strived to become as good of a trusty aid as he could, though he wasn't British and didn't have a rad mustache. He figured that as long as he made sure that his daughter wasn't in a burning building somewhere, that he studied each night to pursue the quest to be a video game designer, and that he continued his worship of Alfred Pennyworth, he was sure to be a-okay. But when he decided to be outgoing one day, and partook in an activity he would not speak of, the whole world he knew of was ripped apart. Literally. Join Roman on his adventure, filled with weird ninjas, wise old dudes, dragons with entirely too long names, and even video games - as he tries to mend the mistake he made.

Malini and Nithees - Ambitious youngsters, exceptional lawyers, dutiful children, best friends, and the definition of picture-perfect. But one impulsive decision unravels every insecurity, doubt, and wildest desire. Now they had to find themselves amidst love and temptation while playing the corporate game. Will a soft kiss, a swirl of kismet and a sensual kadhal(love) be enough to save both of them? Updates every Sunday!

You wake-up everyday and long-wait in front of your closet choosing what to wear and still select a second best item. You don't have time to think why and how can you plan everything so there is no mess everyday. There are reasons behind it - you are following outside fashion blindly and not everyday you like to be someone else. Believe it or not, this is the major reason of your all fashion hurdles.

Just trying something out: let me know what you think.