"To tell you a story, you'd need to know how different things were back then. The world was filled with creatures who could destroy us at any moment. Some people even managed to control them, not that they stood a chance. Anyways, there were also gods and goddesses who sometimes watched over us-not all of them were good people, keep in mind. With that out of the way, let's begin..."

A world where monsters from every mythology roam—gods, demons, and beasts once thought to be legend. Humanity’s last hope lies in those born with the power to summon weapons from their souls, each one shaped by will and purpose.

When a mysterious force pulls strangers from across the globe into a frozen wasteland, they arrive with no answers—only their powers and the monsters hunting them. Forced to survive together, these unlikely allies begin a journey that will forge deep bonds... and reveal a hidden enemy that’s been watching all along....

Later on, a fractured soul battles the remnants of a power he doesn’t fully understand. Once a shadow of someone else, he now carries the weight of a past he never chose and a future he can’t outrun.

Alongside others like him—fragments of identity, warriors of circumstance—he faces a growing darkness that wears his face and speaks in his voice. A figure that doesn’t just threaten the world, but twists it, breaks it, and narrates it like a cruel story unfolding.

As allies become uncertain and enemies turn familiar, lines blur between reality and illusion, memory and manipulation. What began as survival becomes a slow unraveling of self, where guilt is weaponized, and peace is only ever temporary.

But even fractured souls can fight back.

To the villain, love is a poison he should avoid. But what if a bubbly girl, his enemy who's fated to destroy the Faerie Realm, falls in love with him? Will the villain get the girl and disrupt her destiny, or will his avoidance of love disrupt her heart?Meilin is prophesied to end the era of the High Faerie Lords alongside the Demon King. But as an 18-year-old girl with a passion for gaming, her life takes a turn when she joins a popular Esports team—Solaris—whose mischievous leader, Ningshun, carries a dangerous secret about his identity and connection to Meilin.What happens if the charming man she falls for is actually the heir to the throne of the Faerie Realm?

- Touch her and die,- Forced proximity,- Meet-cute to disaster,- He has his own agenda,- She drives him nuts,- Slow-burn romance.

In memory of Matthew Shepard

It all began when Freddie Bones the town's self- proclaimed " master of greeting's", decided that plain old "hello" was simply far too boring. He thought, " Why should my friendly interaction be predictable?"

[P.s This was written for a contest]

"You don't need to pretend, Zoya!" Logan shouted over the radio noise.

Zoya's heart ached as she tucked in her lips, wishing she could turn back time to when she was a teenager. She was baffled by how the only man she had ever loved could cause her such heartbreak, one that couldn't be diagnosed under an X-ray machine.

In the past ten years, Zoya had invested her time and emotions into the marriage, neglecting her own needs and desires.

Her parents had never supported her relationship with Logan, advising her to focus on her studies when she was just 16. But she had threatened to run away, using her status as an only child to force them to accept her early marriage.

After graduating high school, Logan convinced her to become a full-time housewife. Initially, the marriage was perfect, with Logan taking her on dates, shopping sprees, and vacations. He swept her off her feet, and she abandoned her plans for further education.

However, as Logan became a successful business tycoon, their time together became limited. Whenever she complained about his late nights, he would wrap his arms around her and give her a gentle squeeze, silencing her protests.

Now, Zoya felt a tiny bump in her stomach, followed by a sour pain, but she remained silent. "I can go on a three-month trip," she bargained, her voice discreet but frail.

Logan's response was a dirty smirk, and he leaned forward, staring deeply into her eyes. "My sweet pretensions, Zoya, I don't need you to think for me or go on a vacation."

Zoya felt rejection crawling into her shattered heart, wondering if their love boat had crashed long ago. She remembered her father's fury ten years ago, her mother's attempts to pacify him, and how her father had blocked all communications with her after the wedding.

"Can't you give us a try?" she asked, her voice sounding like a plea.

Logan's lips moved closer to her ears, his words barely audible. "Taste changes, people move on." He shrugged expressively, and Zoya saw his mouth move but couldn't hear properly due to her own emotional deafness.

She crawled on the floor, begging him not to end their marriage, desperate to save it. Logan stepped on her hands, grinding on them in circles, and Zoya swallowed the pain.

He stumbled back, spat on her injured hand, and threw divorce papers on her lap. "It's over, Zoya. Keep the house; I don't want to be stuck in the disgusting memories you've forced on me over the years. Sign that, and I'll have someone collect it in the morning."

With that, Logan turned and walked out of the house, leaving Zoya shattered and alone.

Am afraid the test results are In, the doctor began, his voice grave. And they reveal an alarming truth: you have been overdosed on a dangerous substance.

"Naimah's thought was spinning out of control. Overdosed ? How could that be possible? She hadnt taken any drugs, she was sure of it . So how could she be possibly overdosed  on something?

"The Quotation Station" is my personal collection of quotes and thoughts that inspire me every day. Each page features a quote or reflection that has shaped my perspective and encourages me to think deeper. This book is a journey through the words that resonate with me, inviting you to find your own inspiration along the way. Dive in and explore the power of quotes and the ideas that influence a beautiful, thoughtful, and a meaningful life!

Would you take your keepsake to a shop with half-baked signage?

Phillens does. He has an item he wants to deposit.

Not with a bank, but a consultancy complete with a surface-to-air train.

Only a keepsake for the vault is the last thing Jay and Jo want. That kind of heat could invite an apple town's worth of trouble...

The first book in the James and Jones series (oh yes - Jay's short for James and Jo's short for Jones).

Maeve Connor, 32, is a special education teacher who believes her boyfriend of five years will finally propose during the holidays. To her horror and shock, her boyfriend drops a bombshell that not only will he not propose, but he doesn't love her anymore. Her hopes and dreams have been dashed before Christmas, and she believes she is doomed to never find true love. That changes when she meets the handsome CEO Treyton Bledig.

Treyton, 50, is the CEO and a werewolf. However, it is not just any ordinary werewolf, but the Alpha of the Bloodraven Pack in California. Despite all of his success, he lacks success in his love life. Although he couldn't find his mate, he married and had a child. However, he and his wife divorced, and Treyton is again left alone, making him feel alone, bitter, and jealous of those with someone for Christmas. However, when he meets Maeve, everything changes for him; she is his mate.

This is their Christmas story.

I'm a gamer. It is my main hobby. I even get paid from time to time. I love playing mmorpg games, and I even have my own guild. However, not everyone can be as nice and look as good as in a video game.

Outside of video games, I am an ugly loser. Even if you want to argue I'm not ugly, you cannot argue I look good in the slightest. I have no meat on my bones, I'm short, timid, and shy. What is the worst, is the only compliment anyone can ever muster towards me is that I have pretty eyes. Which just in itself isn't a complement due to the mass amount of ridicule I endure because that is my only redeemable trait, and it is such a feminine one at that.

However, despite all of this, in video games, women approach me. it is extremely weird, but it is ok. Somewhat. I enjoy it, it makes me feel somewhat competent. However I of course reject them all.

"If you saw me irl, you would take back your words," and, "I don't even know your age or your gender, and even if you tell me, how could I trust you?"

Then, one fateful day in class, I had an encounter that would disrupt my life in both good and bad ways, all the bad ways being my fault.

"What's your name?" She asked, tilting her head while waving her hand.

Do I really need to introduce this? It's exactly what it sounds like. Out-of-Context quotes.

Just something to know before reading this, though: there's swearing, could be mentions of sex in the future, and other stuff that sounds cursed. So, if you don't want to see that...then don't read this.

There are things no one was meant to see, and darkness that should never have been given living form.

"That the world is coming to an end has long since been a dead issue. Everyone has heard of it. Those who have seen it know what the truth is, those who haven't either believe it or not. Either way, no one really cares. We shattered reality itself to shards, but even the apocalypse could not make a difference. Those who are lucky enough to live well don't care about other people's misery or how the world collapses, not even if their own children will have nothing to inherit but ashes and fear, and no matter how much power they have, they only use it for their own benefit, while bringing suffering to others. And the worst is, no matter what nightmarish old or new ideologies they use to justify their deeds, the flock will follow. In the end, the story is always the same."

This is the story of a broken world haunted by the deepest horrors of the human soul, relentless persecution and superstitious hatred, a fanatic war against everything that is not human, and the damned who oppose and never yield to fate. This is not a fairytale.

What to expect:

A deep dark medieval high-fantasy with elves, dwarves, fairies and demons, magic and swords, romance and hatred, and a post-apocalyptic world. This is not a fanfiction of any sort, it's an original story that popped out from my head, and it's very dear to me. I am really happy if you find it worth reading!

Please read the short "Good to know" chapter before you dive in!