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CONTRACTS OF THE HEART ANTHOLOGY #8 Tiny shows up in Westtown to be with the one he loves, but she comes with a price only the Sheriff's wife might be able to pay.
Jian Airi Resan returns to her hometown to confront the nightmares she can no longer outrun. Standing before her old high school, she believes facing the past is the only way to finally let it go. Then she meets him again. Bound by a secretive contract, Airi becomes the ghostwriter for a re...
**Check out continuation at other novel Prince Elias the Hero Tyrant** In the vast realm of the forest planet, where giant forest cities helm nations on a continent filled with kleps and homes built into the sturdy tall trees. A delicate balance of power existed among the races of Elves, Humans,...
She should have died. Instead, she awakens with burning memories, a strange pressure behind her eyes, and wolf-like irises staring back at her in the mirror. Rescued—if it can be called that—by Luna, a woman who walks the line between human and beast, Esmeralda must confront a terrifying truth: s...
While visiting his friend's rundown apartment, Jamie witnesses something happen one night while looking across the street that leaves him with the desperate hope that it was only a dream.
[The End is Now] "The gods are careless and cruel; I learned that young. Then the Harvest Scythe was stolen, and I learned they were stupid too. Without it in its divine place, the world would starve in one year's time, and apparently, she needed a gaggle of random assholes at a bar to go get ...
At the precipice of annihilation, humanity chose the path of absolute madness, rather than regret. Throughout seven gruesome years, mankind, driven by greed, pride, and blind faith, deprived the paradise called Earth of its beauty and engineered its destruction. And through the confessions of one...
I’ve always believed that art reflects the artist’s soul. Because art is the language of the soul. And yours... yours is full of life. To me, art is like an offering, too. To a world that has given me so little, to a world that has taken from me so much, it is my offering. My good will. In hopes ...