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Restless
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Ongoing, First published Sep 30, 2015
Victoria is the princess of Aurelia and has to marry Prince Nicholas of Aragon but when she discovers the dark past her family has worked so hard to hide, nothing is the same anymore. She is determined to find what was lost, with or without any help.
            
William Finch is an arrogant, stubborn and egoistic pirate who has been living a wild and reckless life. With his father off his back, he has no one to tell him what to do or where to go. But little does he know that that everything he holds dear could be wiped away in just a blink of an eye. Captain James Finch, the leader of an anarchist colony, has been kidnapped and William has no idea where to start looking for him.
            
As their paths cross, there is bound to be many broken hearts, several cold blooded fights and countless secrets revealed.
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My hand lifts without permission, hovering just short of the canvas. Not touching-God, even I know better-but close enough that it feels like heat radiates from the paint. "...Antonio?" Diego's voice is wary. I don't answer. I can't. I'm staring at her the way men stare at omens. "Diego," I whisper, "who is she?" Diego steps beside me, eyes widening. He whistles low. "She's... wow. She's-" "I know." "Antonio," he says, putting a hand on my shoulder, "you look deranged." "I feel deranged." He laughs, then cuts himself off when he sees I'm not joking. My pulse is hammering. I don't even know this girl's name, and yet something in me is clawing forward, hungry, fierce, desperate. I don't believe in fate. I don't believe in destiny or signs or prophecies or whatever nonsense my tutors preached when I was a boy. But looking at her- I almost do. "She's the Princess of Prussia," Diego finally says, reading the tiny plaque at the bottom. "Victoria." Victoria. The name hits like a strike to the chest.