The world as we know it is gone, destroyed by a group of Fae warriors who split the seam between their world and ours. Rhea is on the run. Being chased by not only the Fae, but also the remaining human race, she will do anything to stay alive and stay hidden because capture by either group will only result in a fate worse than death.…
The Hunter and His PreyA camping excursion gone wrong quickly leads Violet into harms way. The hunter will do anything to get the prey he seeks, what will happen when Violet comes between him and the prey he is mercilessly hunting down? Read on for a sneak peek!Story Excerpt:I dashed forward hearing his footsteps even louder than mine had been behind me as I raced into the rain. My bare feet sunk into the muddy Earth, making me slide across the terrain as I bounced forward. Strong arms grasped me around my middle, hauling me off the ground and into the air screaming flailing my feet into his strong thighs, swinging my arms back behind me until I made contact with his chest and face, clearly making no impact. He began carrying me back off to the house. "Help," I screamed into the rain, into the endless tress, into the empty forest. "Enough," he growled his face inches from my ear as he pulled me up by arms and led me back into the house by them. He pushed me forward, through the threshold of the door and slammed it behind us. I stumbled forward before turning to face him, aware that I had angered him, shaking from fear more than my cold wet body at what my fate would now be. "Take your clothes off," he said gruffly as he strode towards me. Caught of guard I took a fumbling step backward and stammered, "Wh-What?""Take off your clothes," he demanded again as he stripped his wet T-shirt away and placed it on a set of three large black metal hooks that lined the wall. He turned back to me glaring and strode towards me stopping so that my face was only centimeters from the fine black hair that covered his immaculate chiseled chest that led down to model worthy abs. His jeans hung low on his body, showing of the V shape of his hips that women lusted after. "I'm not going to have you ruining my home with your muddy wet clothes. Now take them off or I will," he stated bluntly eyeing me harshly.…
SynopsisAlanna and her best friend Annie venture out to a bar to help ease Annie's heartbreak due to a recent break-up. What Annie and Alanna thought would be a goodnight out turned into a nightmare for them where they find themselves in the arms of a serial killer. Alanna quickly catches the serial killers eye. Will she be the one that he cannot kill? Will she be the one that escapes? Or will she just turn out to be another victim. Will Alanna escape the nightmare or will it consume her?Note from the author:If you've read my other works, this one will have similar dark nature themes, but will be told In a different structure. It will not follow a linear timeline, but will be a record of days told by the main character, Alanna. There will be a beginning and and end to the story, but don't expect it to start or end the way a typical story does or be told the way most books are! Chapters will vary in length greatly due to this, so do not expect every chapter to be lengthy, but all will be crucial to the overall story. I've always wanted to write in a structure of this way, so I hope you will enjoy it!…
"Perfection was all I ever strived for at a young age, and at a young age it was always easy for me to be...perfect. And perfect , was all I could think when I saw her and I knew I would have to have her." - LiamLiam O'Connell and Evelyn Merona meet one day on their lunch break at lunch. For Liam, it is love at first site and he will do anything to claim her as his and bring her to his home, the Dollhouse. A story about a chance encounter of two people developing into more. Will it develop into love? What will happen if it doesn't?Read on to find out, you won't be disappointed!Ranked #1 in Dolls 12-21-20Ranked #1 in Obsessed 12-21-20…
A series of poems created out of the heartbreak of a relationship ending. A family being broken apart. And a future that'll never be. It's my way of coping. I haven't written poetry in some time, so here goes nothing.…