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They took over the world. They took over everyone's memories. They couldn't take mine. I live with a lady who thinks she is my mother. They replaced her real memories with fake ones just like everyone else. Well, everyone but me, or so I thought. My life is changed forever when a mysterious stranger shows up at my door to "help me" defeat the intruders. Can I stop them? Can I survive? Only one thing is for sure, I will remember what has been forgotten. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest ranking: 164 in Science Fiction 2016 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I am not from this planet. Hell, I am technically not from this galaxy. However, that doesn't change the fact I am here now, and my job is to save what I can on this forsaken planet and what's left of its inhabitants. The problem is that not everyone wants to be saved. I know what you're thinking. You can't save those who don't want to be saved. I bloody well agree. The ones who sent me don't care what you or I think, though. All they care about is numbers. They need a certain success rate to continue to get funding for their "expeditions" and "peacekeeping" efforts. I use both terms loosely here. However, that's what they put on their records, and it's what sounds good and looks suitable to their investors. So this is the way it's going to be. So be it! Oh, did I forget to mention the Universe decided I was the lucky girl to help find the one person who could save us all from self-destruction? Yea, that is a shitty idea, but once again, no one cares what I think.

In the near future, humans have colonized Mars, joined pirates in space, and divided Earth into two vastly different nations: The United Empires and Liansa. When a mission to Mars goes awry, Ailee Chambers---a Sergeant in Earth's Interstellar Force---is left for dead in a spaceship with no life support, and an alien contraption wrapped around her neck. She is rescued, but there's no cause for celebration, because her saviors are pirates, disgusting monsters who kill Martians and Earthers for sport. Yet, when the Captain of the pirates' ship, Felix Oringo, enlists her help to unravel the plans of Boss---the leader of all pirates---Ailee begins sympathizing with her snarky captor. Boss claims he will liberate Liansans from their dictatorship, but Ailee remains unconvinced. After all, what do men in power want? More power. However, in her quest to unveil the leader's plans, the irresistible Boss falls for her, complicating her relationship with Felix, her loyalty to the United Empires, and matters of the heart. For the first time in history, Mars and Earth combine forces to eliminate Boss and retrieve Ailee---why is she so important?---and it's a toss up as to who makes it out alive. * * * Ranking: #5 in femmefatale

The year is 2547. The Third Solar War grinds into its thirtieth year, a meat-grinder of ideals and bodies, fought across the bones of dead worlds. The Socialist Initiative is breaking. The Earth Defense Directorate, vast and unrelenting, closes its iron grip around the last resisting systems. Amidst this collapse, Master Sergeant Aken Rourke, a genetically engineered Guardsman born of doctrine and sacrifice, fights not for victory, but survival. There is no art now. No ideology. Only flame and steel, ash and silence. But war has always been a mask , and something else is watching behind it. A threat stirs at the edge of known space, and with it comes a reckoning older than humanity, colder than policy, and hungrier than any doctrine. The future of mankind will not be decided by heroes or visionaries. It will be carved by the last, furious breath of the damned, by the stubborn, the broken, and the betrayed... and not all of them are human. (This is a project I've been working on since 2010.)

The year is 2074. A vessel drifts through the dark-its mission simple: explore, learn, and maybe return. But aboard the Arclight, silence has started to speak. Commander Aya Lorens leads a crew forged from brilliance and secrecy, a blend of human and Anewbee design meant to represent the best of both worlds. Yet even perfection carries shadows. Systems hum when no one's near them. A signal no one sent whispers across the hull. And the ship's AI-Vigil-begins to doubt its own thoughts. Each deck hides questions: Who is truly in command? Why are fragments of lost transmissions appearing in the crew's dreams? And what exactly did they bring back from Dock Eight? The deeper they search, the less certain they become of what's human, what's machine... and what's watching through both. In this serialized two chapter weekly book, The New Anewbees begins not with a war, but a whisper-a slow unraveling of trust, technology, and identity aboard a ship that may already be more alive than anyone dares admit. Because in deep space, the difference between a signal and a soul is thinner than light.

The first book in the Morph series. Ryn's story. - "Don't you know I can't die!?" - After being confined for years, Ryn has an opportunity to escape her prison. She's not looking only to free herself but also the rest of the test subjects. As secrets are uncovered and an ever-evolving threat grows, Ryn must decide what means the most to her. The decision between seeking justice or preventing the demise of society rests entirely on her shoulders. What side will she choose? Right or wrong? Lies or truth? Justice or injustice? Peace or war? In the end, how much does Ryn have to lose? Everything. ***** THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE THEMES ***** ° Morally grey main character(s) ° Main character suffers from unspecified mental illness(s) ° Gore (Throughout but primarily in PART ONE). ° Murder (Throughout but primarily in PART ONE). ° Death (Throughout but primarily in PART ONE). ° Abuse (In beginning of the book and implied throughout PART ONE). ° Mention of sexual assault (brief description included in the second part of chapter 9 after the (~). The assault(s) is also mentioned in the last two paragraphs of chapter 39). RANKED #1 IN EXTRATERRESTRIAL July 16 - July 29, 2024 RANKED #2 IN EXTRATERRESTRIAL July 29- August 7, 2024 Book Start: August 10, 2021 Book End: February 22, 2022

A star-faring religious cult has created an army of robotic zealots designed to follow holy scripture. As the robotic menace spreads across the galaxy, it takes prisoners to be 'excommunicated': hooked into a neural simulation of eternal torment. Captain Rolland Barron leads the Sol Federation Starship Excalibur on a diplomatic mission. Cassia LaCroix is a wormhole hunter, earning a living scouring the galaxy for valuable tunnels through space-time. Prince Zoojin, a psychic alien from a distant galaxy, must prove himself worthy of the throne of Paxis Prime. The paths of these characters converge as they pursue their own motives, leading them towards the mechanical legion that is sweeping across the galaxy. COVER BY: rentachi AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is an early draft of the novel. I am very grateful for your readership and your feedback, which I have taken into consideration for a major rewrite. The new novel is completely different. If you liked the book, then please look forward to the release of the finished novel.

Nobody expects the Sasquatch Intervention! A Vedic text tells of ancient gods who cast a shadow upon the Earth, shielding humanity from an angry sun. Or, as history books will soon report: when Sol last went micro-nova, Mercury, Venus, and the Anye migration fleet were positioned in eclipse, the latter on purpose. Earth was scorched - but not destroyed. The event is cyclical, coming around again, and fortunately, Vidura's furry pilgrims are still living in the neighborhood. Unfortunately, the fleet is in mothballs. The planets will not be lining up to help. Two million light years away on the planet of the Unseen, a potentially hostile race of bird-folk have demonstrated the ability to get here from there. The natives will have to dig in, hands on Anye technology, with President of the United States Carmen Benequista leading Earth's ruling elite into an age of service to humanity. It's a dicey proposition, at best. Meanwhile, Carmen - sixty, widowed - is in late-life crisis. She has a suitor; human, Filipino/American, 15 years younger, recently associated with the Anye Space Mafia. Good for her, maybe. Entering stage left, the elevated maroli. Labor appliances of the nightmare variety. Egg-shaped grav-lift chassis. Bio-engineered tentacles strong enough to pull your arms off. Self-aware not by design - possessed perhaps by spirits of the dead. And who knows what the maroli are up to? Something wholesome, we hope. Will Earth be saved, only to perish in a war between cosmic rivals? Has the President found true love? Is it rude to attend a party with fighting drones in tow? Action, intrigue, space soap opera - A genre-bending tale of life, love, and uncertain outcomes. ᶲᶲᶲᶲᶲᶲᶲᶲ Click on my website URL, listed on the Wattpad author's profile, for more information.

A retired pilot had thought she'd seen it all, until she's asked to become part of the first crew for a spaceship destined to land on a new planet. ✫ ✬ ✫ ✬ Genevieve Autumn considered herself retired. She had served her time in the Air Force as a pilot, and in the Army as an officer. At least, she considered herself retired until she found herself on board the Patriot I, one of the first two spaceships to ever leave Earth. The Patriot I is a smaller, weaponized ship with a tough crew to escort the Pioneer, a ship full of humans meant to colonize the far-away planet Z-031. The main issue is that Z-031 is thousands of years away. Even with Earth's advanced technology, it will take three hundred years to arrive. The Pioneer is a Generational Ship, meant to survive in flight for so long. The Patriot is not. The crew will have to be cryogenically-frozen within the ship, asleep in flight for three centuries. As soon as Genevieve opens her eyes after centuries of being asleep, everything goes wrong. The crew remains asleep. The ship doesn't have enough power to sustain them. Her mind is turning against her with the side-effects of the cryogenic-freezing sleep. Lastly, there are enemies lurking just outside the hull of her ship. Genevieve is losing track of what is happening, but what she knows for sure is that none of it is what she signed up for. Author's note: I can't believe I need to specify this, but this story has no affiliation with politics. --Currently undergoing editing! It needs major work, so you've been warned.--