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Two months after finding out that they have magical abilities, Quinn is still struggling to come to terms with the fact that they're a witch. It becomes even more difficult when another, significantly more troubling talent starts to emerge: the ability to see ghosts. Even though Quinn tries to ignore the spirits haunting the old college campus, they soon find themself inexplicably drawn to Vincent, a boy from the 1930s with a sweet disposition and a tragic past, and his rag-tag group of ghosts. Before they know it, they find themself on a desperate hunt for answers and artifacts from their former lives, aided by Luis, a charming coffin maker with a penchant for the paranormal who Quinn can't seem to stay away from. In the end, it all comes down to one question: to accept or not to accept their magic? Spoiler alert: caring more and more about the ghosts you're supposed to set free doesn't make things easier. This is a spin-off to LOVE AND OTHER WICKED THINGS but can be read as a stand-alone. Content warning: this story contains themes of anxiety, death, insomnia, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of cancer, mentions of drug overdose, mentions of motorcycle accident, mentions of parental neglect, paranoia, panic attack

"You were worried about me, Specs?" He smirked. "No, Tyler. I hoped that someone cut up your corpse and fed it to paranas. Obviously I was, you idiot! I'm a doctor. Worrying about people is kind of programmed into my system. It's a curse if you ask me," I surprised myself a lot more than I thought was possible with my answer. And what did he do? Laugh! He fucking laughed! Not full on rolling- on- the- floor laughter but a laugh nonetheless. "This isn't funny, Tyler." "It kind of is. Almost a month ago, I would've sworn that you hated me. Be careful, Specs," he squinted down at me, "or you might actually sound as if you like me." I rolled my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I was concerned. Don't confuse that with affection. It's two very, very different things." *** When you think that all is not lost in the world. That not all men are pricks and that not all sushi is bad. When you think that there is a light, no matter how dim, at the end of the tunnel. When you think that life isn't the ruthless bitch you've always thought it was... It turns around and bites you in the ass. When you think that the past will always and forever remain where it should be... It comes at you from every direction. Like a violent tsunami destroying everything...and everyone in it's path. Can you change what happened? I wish. Can you stop what's going to happen? God! I really hope so.

*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*

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'No, it couldn't be! How can this be? You cannot possibly be my -' Mate. That was the word I was finding very hard to utter as I stared into Allyssa's pristine green eyes. My sharp dagger pointed at her neck, hungry for blood but I couldn't kill her. "What are you waiting for, Death? Kill her and get it over with. Remember she is the mission." I heard Dexter growl from behind me. This was unlike me; I never flinched or hesitated, not even in the face of a horrible end, but for the very first time, I was conflicted. "Kill her Death or I'll burn her myself." Dexter the notorious green dragon roared, Who was this strange woman and why did the Triad want her dead so much? And how is her destiny connected to mine? "Stan should have never brought you back. You have grown wea-" Before that swine Dexter could complete his words, I threw my cursed blade into his throat. *** After Isabella made a deal with the king of the crossroads, Memphis, we knew we were running out of time before he came back to collect. Isabella has sent her cousin on a secret mission to return to their hometown-New Orleans- to find a magical artifact called the Demon stone. This stone is their last and only hope in stopping the prince of hell. At every turn, some enemies still linger. But will everything change when the only lead Diego has to the Demons is a mysterious girl everyone wants dead? And what will happen when that mysterious girl turns out to be his mate? There's so little time as the gates of hell keep roaring, begging to be set open. BOOK 2: BLOOD MOON: The Demon Stone (Death chronicle)

♠️MAFIA ROMANCE♠️ Book 1 in the Devil Series Lucasia Cursewood, a hot headed, sassy and intelligent woman who never lost a case in her life. With a dark past following her and her thirst for justice, she's adamant on bringing sinners to the face of justice but one case in particular was one she wanted to win. She needed to bring that sinner to justice badly but what will she do when the heartless Mafia boss himself comes after her to save the sinner she wanted to imprison? What will she do when he force her into a marriage she doesn't want? Will she be able to punish the sinner she wanted or will she fall for the devil himself? Valentino King, the most ruthless and heartless Italian Mafia boss known to the world. The devil himself. He's always short tempered and emotionless in front of people. Everyone fears and respect him. But his plans are suddenly interrupted when he's forced to go to New York City to save his brother from a lawyer who seems adamant to sent his brother to hell. He traps her in a forced marriage for his brother's safety. But she seems to make that cold heart of his beat again. What will he do now ? Will he fall for the woman who wants to send his brother to jail? Or will he be able to resist her? Can this two hot headed people be together? Will this marriage lead to their happiness or their own downfall? Read to find out..

UPDATED WEEKLY He finally released my legs, allowing me to slide down his body until my feet hit the floor, but that was as far as he let me go. Heat was radiating off him scorching me all the way down my spine as he held me tightly against him. His quick breaths were falling on the back of my neck with a tingling warmth that brought goosebumps to the surface of my skin. Placing one large hand on my shoulder, he wrapped my long brown hair around his other. Gently, he tugged on my dark mane, pulling my head to the side and exposing the tender column of my neck. Bringing his nose down to the crook there, he inhaled deeply, a rumbling "mmmm" escaping his lips. My mouth went dry. "Are-" I swallowed. "Are you going to mark me?" I manage in a stuttered whisper. Book Blurb: Dr. Willa Grey has developed a little bit of a performance problem... Willa has a plan for how she wants to spend her life. She even fought for a rare opportunity to attend human medical school. Unfortunately for Willa, the time among humans denying her wolf instincts has had dire consequences that could ultimately mean her life. Even worse, her homecoming falls on the eve of the Blue Moon Summit, when she will not only have to face her pack leaders but also some of the most powerful leaders from around the world, and she is terrified they could sniff out the truth. Just as she fears she could possibly lose her pack, and everything she has worked for, a chance encounter with a mysterious wolf on the night of the full moon ignites her mate bond and stirs her dormant wolf. Who is her mystery mate, and will he be her liberator or persecutor? Content Advisory: recommended 18+ due to strong language and sexual content Currently in the First Draft Top Ten Spots in: Shifter, Romance stories, Fated Mates, supernatural romance, spicy, wattpadwerewolf, and complicated relationships, paranormal #1 in Werewolf 04/24/25 #1 in Alpha 11/02/24 Copyright 2024 Alara Birch, all rights reserved.

Faith has traveled all the way to a new place to start a better life but little did she know her destiny was not going to be the way that she wants. From loving a wrong person made her losing her good friend to getting accused of a murder she never committed. She has gone through hell. But she did escape from her past and again started to build up a new life from doing what she never wanted to do. But little did she know her past never left her. But there's just being more addition to her miserable life. It's love, conspiracy, betrayal, war, revenge, and lust. It's a life of a Mafia she's living in. . . . { A part of the story} This night was enough I can't take it anymore. My eyes were still filled with tears I was crying on my present state. My mind was screaming for help. I remembered there was still hope left or help. I dragged myself towards my pillow and moved my hand under it and took out the cell phone which Max gave me. I switched it on. Should I really make a call I asked myself. It was one-thirty at night. I think I should that's what my guts were telling me. My thump was hovering over the call option. I closed my eyes when all the things that happened to me this night flashed in front of me. I realized that I should for help and touched the call option. It was ringing, after three-ring, the call was received. "Faith" That was the first word I heard from the other side. The tone of his voice was concerning and sounded worried his voice was soothing and husky, one could melt easily on it. "Help me" was all I could say to this stranger and tears were rolling down...

"You were made for me. And I, for you." His breath is right beside my ear and I tightly shut my eyes closed. He leans down closer. "I was made to love you. To fuck you," My breath catches at the last part. I'm suddenly thinking naughty things and I can't help it. I'm imagining him taking me in his office. On this desk. Feeling what his tongue would taste like. He pulls back lightly and deeply inhales. If possible, his eyes darken even more. They're almost as dark as the night. "I know you want me too, Adira." **** Strong. Intimidating. Cunning. Resilient. All characteristics that he embodies. Klayton was a storm, and she was the rainbow that followed the chaos. Moving into the small town of Myersdale to start her first year of University, Adira has no idea what destiny has in store for her. She expected the crazy parties, the relentless homework, and all of the sleepless nights. Adira Hayes did not expect him. Throw in some curses, a few witches, and a psycho Moon Goddess... you get to ride alongside Adira's greatest adventure. *THIS IS NOT A STEREOTYPICAL WEREWOLF BOOK. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!* 18+ | BOOK #1 OF THE LUNAR CYCLE SERIES. #1 HIGHEST RANKING IN HUMAN (09/24/20) #1 HIGHEST RANKING IN MATE (09/16/20) #1 HIGHEST RANKING IN HOT (07/05/20) #1 HIGHEST RANKING IN GODS (10/11/20) #1 HIGHEST RANKING IN WITCH (05/03/20) #1 HIGHEST RANKING IN FUNNY (11/03/20) #2 HIGHEST RANKING IN LOVE (08/05/20) #2 HIGHEST RANKING IN WOLF (03/28/20) #2 HIGHEST RANKING IN MAGIC (09/20/20) #2 HIGHEST RANKING IN PARANORMAL (07/01/20) #3 HIGHEST RANKING IN SUPERNATURAL (07/31/20)

Dear Reader, It hadn't hit me right away, many things, but especially the fact that I was about to turn twenty years old. It was as if it was just yesterday that I was learning how to make a peanut butter sandwiches, tie my shoes, and draw endlessly with fat crayons--which I thoroughly believed to be a masterpiece. It had to be yesterday, when I was befriending any new person that I met with a dazzling smile. No, those were the years that I was numb--masked from the world and blissfully unaware of the dangers and lingering dark edges of the Chicago city. Life moves fast; terrifyingly fast for some, especially those who try and anchor down each and every day of their existence. For others, it moves drearily slow. I use to be numb, I use to be unaware of the shadows deep within the corners of the earth, the watchful figures around me. I use to draw scribbles, struggle to tie my shoes, and fail at doing the simple things, like tying shoes. I use to make friends with anyone I met and kept that friendship over a promise. I use to do a lot of things, actually. But that was when life was a whole lot simpler, safer, and perfect. That was before I knew about Death. That was before he became my frenemy. Forever and always, Faith Williams *** MY WRITING PAGE! Please join! http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kat-aka-katrocks247-from-��������/208740202517075