"It's not as mystical as it sounds."
Ivy Larken is twenty-four, and so far, her life has been normal, sometimes verging on mundane. She considers herself to be fairly normal as well, and decided a long time ago that the strange occurrences in her life can be chalked up to simple coincidence, and nothing more. When Ivy uproots from her small Maine hometown and moves to the big city, she hopes to escape the past she left behind in Maine, find a decent job and some new friends, and maybe, eventually, unpack.
But just as Ivy begins her new life, she becomes plagued by unsettling and frightening visions. She can't explain them, but soon, she meets people who can. Through sheer chance, Ivy is thrust into a world she never knew existed, but of which she has always been a part. A world of Seers, who possess the power to receive and decipher visions from the past, the present, and the future. The world of Seers, Ivy soon realizes, is out of balance. Her new friends wish only to see and understand their visions, to make some sense of the world, but there are those who yearn for more. These others have learned new, darker powers, and aim to seize political and social influence through their abilities. Before she can unpack a single box, Ivy finds herself caught up in a fight against this corruption.
Meanwhile, a young man named Cian is searching desperately... first for his identity, then for the truth about the fate of his family, and finally, for redemption and freedom from the guilt of his past. Cian's journey intersects with Ivy's, plunging them both into danger, and uncovering secrets they were never meant to know.
First draft so it's very very rough!!!!
Completed
My name is Lana Walker. My life had been a fairytale. Until tragedy struck. A car crash that obliterates my entire life including my three mates.
I survived but at what cost? Five months later I'm still in pieces. Everyone knows losing your mates is the fastest way to madness.
Except on a good ole Monday, I see my mates. From the way everyone around me is behaving, they never died. Neither do they remember me. They despise me. My life has taken a bizarre turn with an unstable power within me, a secret force behind strange attacks and three mates who are on my case. For unknown reasons.. I may have broken into their apartment and attracted their attention. Some very negative attention.
"Lana", he coos softly, and I hum in response ", I'm not fucking anyone, pretty girl"
My cheeks burn at the familiar nickname, and I swallow my suddenly dry throat until he adds,
"Yet," I almost pull a muscle in my neck turning to look at him.
When he glances back at me and sees the obvious disgust on my face, he closes his eyes, rubbing his lips together in amusement.
There is a rare show of softness for me when he looks at me his fingers stroke my chin to cheer me up.
"I'm going to fuck you, aren't I?" my breathing picks up, and I try to see the deception but find none.
Just his arrogance and lust. For me.
"we'll see" I swallow and stroke a hand down my straightened hair.
Jackson cocks his head to the side, the challenge accepted.
The hunt is on.
"oh, I am fucking you. Six Ways to Sunday"
Book one of the "what we did do series"
Dark romance/ reverse harem.
Mature themes
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