Based off Hotel Transylvania. Short story. Romance. Book 1 - Zinged Fate. Could be read independently if you truly wanted to, but I'd recommend reading the first book. - I rush through the forest on foot, Emery right behind me as I panic. "Dennis!" I yell out and Emery stops me. "You need to calm down, your panicking." I glare at him and shove his hands off. "Really?" I push forward and keep calling my sons name out. I breathe heavily as I let out a small sob. How'd this happen? How did he slip away with Winnie without anyone at the party seeing? Emery grabs my shoulders and squeezes them as I felt my knees buckle below me-I press my hands into my eyes, "This is all my fault. I shouldn't have lost it on mom or Johnny." I brush my hair away from my sweaty and tear stained face as I twist my face to look around us. "We have to keep looking. He has to be somewhere." Emery silently pulls me in and holds me to him. I felt any of what I had left blocking my emotions out break as I let out a sob and more followed as I balled up my brothers jacket in my hands. How could I let this happen, why'd I agree to invite that sick man to my sons birthday. God why. "Emery we-we have to keep going." I pull away and drag him with me as I focus on the task at hand, a freezing hand coming up from my side as I wipe my tears with my hand roughly.

"- Have you figured it out? He asks me as he manages to place one of his hands on my face before he traces it down my neck, past my chest and down towards my hips where he grabs a solid hold of my thigh. - Yes, I have... I answer as I move my head slightly closer to his, my hands still around his neck. - What have you discovered? He asks as he moves closer to me in return, our eyes burying into each other. - That I want you, and that I need you. The tip of his nose barely touches mine, but the tension between us causes our skin to be ten times as sensitive as it normally is. - And...? He goes on. - I want you to claim me, Blake. I need you to claim me...now." ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Three years ago, Blake and Kate's destinies were intertwined by an event that caused them both losses they found hard to cope with. Now, three years later, they come to meet at the very scene where it all happened, only to find out that they are mates. But Blake is a rogue, and very responsible for the loss that Kate has suffered. On the other side, Blake has led a life filled with pain, punishments, his entire body is scarred to pieces. Into his past, there is someone hunting him and he doesn't even know who or what. All that he knows, is that the moment he and Kate lock eyes with each other, he's no longer supposed to live a lonely life. However, it all depends on whether or not Kate will trust him or not. Will she accept her destiny that her mate is a rogue? Will she come to terms with his past? First story in a series of three. Followed by: "Demons" and "Legend of The White Wolf"

Once upon a time, there lived a poor little girl in the dirty streets of the human world. With her parents gone and her having to survive alone, she became strong and stiff. As the little girl grew older, she learned dark secret of heart-break, forever sealing her heart in a wall of steel. From that day forward she decided never to want to love again. With her heart set, she became one of the best thieves around, cold-hearted and smart. She went by the code name "Nightstrike". Nobody knew who this thief was, or how to stop them. She was as fast as lightning and left without a trace when morning came. However, one day she was finally caged. Her jail was those crystal green eyes and light blonde hair. With one flash of that dazzling smile she bowed down, her steel heart broken by the man. The man was captivated by this poor little thief and his heart fell for her. The two ran off together, never wanting to stop staring into each other's love struck eyes, and not caring about the world. The girl forever knew that he was only hers and he knew that she was only his. Then they lived happily ever after. Except, that's not how the story went. That 'happily ever after' never happened. Actually, everything in the last two paragraphs never happened. My name is Syrina. I am NightStrike and I have entered the largest pack in the world. My cousin, my mortal enemy. My heart, stone. But my fighting spirit, burning with desire. With the brink of war of rogues and power-hungry men versus pure and powerful mythicals, my story has just begun. And my knives, have yet to strike...

Guns, revenge and buildings to bomb, what could go wrong? ✮ He came in, gun held out in front of him in one hand while the other was resting on his hip where a sharp dagger gleamed in the light. "Come on out little girl, why not make this easier for both of us. The agency you ran away from just want to have a little talk, that's all." She scoffed internally. Yeah right. Then the footsteps ceased. She peeked to the right, then to the left. Neither direction showed any sign of the intruder. She looked up in front of her and gasped, the glint of steel and smell of death as overwhelming as it was adrenaline inducing, exciting. "Boo." ✮ Murder, accidents, assassinations. Call it what you will, it's all the same, all has the same life breaking, mind shattering consequences - be it for the victim or the bystander. It had shaped Alex in a way no one should be. Broken down and rebuilt into the perfect soldier, one who had the power to change the world, to fight battles that would either make or break the carefully constructed vision we all live in. The only small, minute, really unimportant detail - it's pretty hard to get into a government classified site when you're 15 years old and have a rag-tag team of double-crossing back-stabbers behind you. Not to mention the threat of a world war and ghost hanging above your head. Armed with sarcasm, wit, and a hell of a lot of aggressive intentions, it won't be too long till a sticky situation is all that's ahead of you. Sometimes, running head-first into a situation isn't the best idea. Instead, you gotta play a game. A deadly game where either you have all the pieces on the board, or you have nothing. [previously known as Espionage: double-cross] Thanks for reading :)

"Previously known as... Scarletstroke: Girl assassin" * No hesitation * No killing of children * No killing of innocent people * No emotions * And defenitely, NO falling in love ~ Those are the main rules code named Scarletstroke, former assassin Scarlett Gonzales lives by. She is a highly-trained, highly-precise and highly-dangerous killer who considers herself the same as any other businesswoman, doing 'just her job' and convincing herself that she is dealing with 'just her target' rather than a person. She succeeds in contract killing better than any known assassin that ever existed and successfully ignores all feelings or emotions, knowing that they tend to make the "job" not go as planned. So when a new contract comes in and the mark is a certain gang leader that caught Scarlett's eye, she couldn't resist venturing deeper into a world filled with illegal activities on a personal mission to find out why he has a price on his head. Although, what she finds in that world isn't quite what she expected. Now, torn between duty and passion, Scarlett must decide if she pulls the trigger or if she becomes the target herself? Who knows, maybe he might be the answer to her deepest desires. Because her next target: Cayden Carlisle. The culprit took in a deep, calming breath. "You may as well shoot me now, but just know that I am still going to kiss you." By the time he grabbed her waist with one hand and her wrist, connecting to the hand holding the gun, with the other... she was lost. Completely gone. She never stood a chance. His smell, his mouth, his soft growling noises. They were more than enough to disarm her. "I finally figured something out about you." He whispered, pulling her closer, trying to meld every part of her to him. "You display all your emotions through body language. In this case, your hand is betraying your mask." Every word of his was chosen for maximum impact. No wasted syllables, no extra breaths. Just facts.

"It was a mistake..." She told her mother, folding her hands into each other. "Marrying him..." Her mother said nothing, she simply sat there as her only daughter stood across from her, on the verge of collapsing from bruised ribs and cracked shins. "Mom." She wanted to reach out, softly tap her aging mother. Though that was the restriction of her life. The binding stereotype that she was gentle and slow to anger. In reality, what wanted to explode from her ribs was a scream of an animal, and the tears of repressed rage and fear. She wanted to throw her body onto the floor, but the thought made her damaged body ache more. There was no response from her mother. The deafening silence reminded her of her own quietness as her husband shouted at her, his fists bloody. He told her that she was only a tool for his amusement and a money-whore for her indigent family. She was nothing else but a tool for both parties. And she was starting to believe him. --------------------- Sarah Johnsen's life spirals from the normal gritty resilient fight to a serene wonderland. On the outside, she's married to a kind family with untold riches, but on the inside, her husband is the devil himself. Forcefully married at 18, Sarah was forced to kill her own dreams of becoming a doctor in order to bind her poor family to the rich bastards of Glendale by marrying their youngest; Oliver Grean. Their arrangement had the ability to brew the largest timespan of misery any of them has ever known. From lost toddlers to paid staged kidnappings, the binding of the two families, the Johnsen's and the Grean's created a mixture of chaos, confusion, sorrow, fear, grief, and dangerous rage. And there seems to be no haven to escape to. Or is there? (TW: Rape, molestation, abuse, kidnapping, abandonment, swearing, murder, drug use, suicide attempts/thoughts, necrophilia, fire; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!) !-A series of lore for the Stratford Series (first installment is "Casanova")-! [Final Version]

Prologue How do you fix something that is beyond repair? How do you stop your heart from breaking each time you try to fix the wrong? How do you redeem someone when you know the person is beyond redemption? SHE was the happiest soul to step on this earth. HE was worse than satan himself. She was an angel to the world but only a few knew she was a devil in disguise too. He had a heart of black, they thought, but only a few knew that the same heart was once golden. She was adamant on making the wrong right. He was adamant on making it worse. But In the journey of making his wrongs right, In bringing him out of the darkness. She didn't know she would become darkness herself, she wasn't aware that her heart would break into million pieces which she couldn't put back. ^ ^ ^ ^ "would you treat me the same way if I wasn't independent and equally strong?" I asked breaking the silence. He stared at me and said "No, I wouldn't" shocked would be an understatement, I was astonished his 3 words made my heart jump but I wasn't prepared for what came next, " I wouldn't treat you the same way not because no woman deserves it, but because I would never, EVER bend to anyone because I won't beg for anyone to stay, because I don't NEED anyone" he said, coldly. That day I realized one thing, whatever this guy had gone through was beyond repair but I wasn't aware that with him, even I' d have to go through the same hell. Would Blaze and Olivia cross all limits of being crazy? Will Blaze's cold demeanor be broken by Olivia's warmth? Or will Blaze bring darkness to her like he bought to everything else? Will obsession win over love? Will sins be redeemed? Cover by: @krissthetic.

The banging starts again but this time a lot louder. I can hear the girls screaming up stairs. I pick up my phone and dial 911. "Hello this is 911 what's your emergency?" "There are a bunch of wolves outside my house. I think they have rabies or something I'm not sure." The banging gets louder and I can feel my face getting wet from the tears. "Mamm did you say wolves are there?" "Yes Yes there are wolves about 10 of them out here in my front yard. I need help!" I hang up the phone and sit on the end of the stair case. I close my eyes and start praying. Something I haven't done in a while. "I have faith, there is a god. I have faith, there is a god, I have faith, there is a god." I repeat over and over. The glass breaks and I start screaming. I stand up and try to scramble up the stairs. The door comes falling down and there are about 10 wolves standing in front of my door. A woman emerges and walks toward me. She snaps her fingers and the pretty brown wolf is in front of me. Right there by my face. "Ridanna you know what to do." Her teeth is wrapped around my neck and she sinks them in. I try to scream but it's hard to. At first it hurts but now the pain no longer exists. I feel like there is no such thing as pain and I feel light as if I can float off the Earth. Fine as hell white boy with a pro-black activist fall for each other. Cherise Miss Activist doesn't want to date Zaire the fine as hell white boy not for his race but for his secrets. What if he had a past he didn't tell you about and the only way you found out is because the past came to kill you? And I'm not talking werewolves and vampires. Cherise would only wish for problems for they would be so simple compared to hers and Zaire's. If any woman found out Zaire's secrets they'd take off running to the nearest police station or they end up in a body bag in the end. Depends....which will come first?

Book Two, part two of the "Home" series. Alice Carlea Williams, our brave young state, has lost her memory again! To make matters worse, she's been shipped off to another dimension and wakes up in a hospital, where she's told she has amnesia. As if that wasn't bad enough, her counterpart is taking her place in her dimension, and Alice is slated to be wed to... Prussia? Holy god, what is going on. And Kadi... Poor Kadi. She's got quite a few magnificent skeletons in her closet. They're about to be thrown out into the open for everyone to see. Recurring sentences, the all-too-likely future, strange souls, and ancient history are about to become more connected than they've ever been. Are you strong-willed enough to make the journey? Because if you aren't, you just might not make it out alive... "You're needed elsewhere." "Yin and yang. Two halves of a whole. Both are connected. Both are balanced, until now, aru." Rated PG-13 for magic, swearing, one or two suggestive themes, bloodshed, multiple intense scenes, harsh reality, and fantasy. Your feels very well may not end up totally intact, fair warning. But you'll enjoy it all, every second. Read at your own risk, but please don't give up on this story. Like, a gazillion Hetalia AUs in this. And other things, many other things. A character death will be involved, and it's NOT Alice, believe it or not. I do not own Hetalia nor anything else I use or reference. What I own is meager: the plot, the OCs, and the work it takes to create this story. Thank you for reading this far, and I hope you like what you read!

𝓐𝓷 𝓞𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓔𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝕆ℕℂ 𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟙 : 𝕊𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕 ℝ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 ℚ𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕣 °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° This is for Open Novella Contest 2021. Prompt Number :- 39 __________________________ ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠... 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕪 - 𝕆𝕙, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖? 𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 '𝕩' 𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕟? 𝕎𝕙𝕪, 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 '𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕥'? 𝕎𝕙𝕪 - 𝕟𝕠, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕦𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Rage can be a strange emotion sometimes. Nobody knows what the outcome will be if one is overpowered with rage. Nobody is able to make rational decisions when they submit to this demon called Rage. And Rhys, of course, wasn't an exception. It was by mistake, and by rage, that he used his hand on his wife. But, actions and words are something that can't be undone. He knew that he was angry but so much that he used his hand on ... He knew even if Luna and Valerie forgave him, he will not be able to do that with himself. No one is that kind, especially not him. So, he immediately agreed to take refugee with his friend Blaze in a church called :- "The Sanctuary". It was his anger and rage that he wanted to forget. It was his guilt that he wanted to overcome. It was his regret that he wanted to forgive. And there were so many other emotions attached. There was so much that he thought he would do when he would step inside 'The Sanctuary'. What he didn't think was that he would never be able to return back... ____________________________