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The palace was a place of her dreams, but not because of the Emperor and promises of power. But her dream of becoming a songwriter that she nurtured from young, her father used it to teach her music. But as she is accepted, she becomes deeply embroiled in the turmoils of the inner court and the imperial court. Even if she wasn't a concubine or a part of the inner palace, but she finds herself deep in them. From the moment of her entry, she was meant to make a choice between who to support. Even if she herself does not want it. All of it was too much for her to bear, and she needs to come to a decision. Continue staying here and pursuing her dreams in this court of danger, or choose to leave and give up all hope of seeing it complete. Highest rank: #90 of historical fiction Note: this is set during the tang dynasty and I have no intention of basing it on any actual history. Also, this is a original work, not a translation of any work.

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"Don't fall for someone who deals in the dead..." When they aren't in their garden, Stace runs a boxing gym in Axidental College in NYC. They have a pet bee. A tattoo of vines snaking up their arms. And they always wanted to be Poison Ivy growing up. Stace's life is otherwise normal, pursuing botany and boxing (the two Bs), but the third B is for boring. Uneventful. And that's just how they like it. Enter Jason Sweeney, a new boxing student with a heavy weight on his shoulders. He works tirelessly to avoid questions about his past. His prosthetic arm goes invisible in certain lighting. And at night, his eyes seem to glow. Jason Sweeney, Stace learns, can commune with the dead. Trouble is, is Stace ready to enter the Underworld? And will they fall for those secretive, glowing eyes? ** COPYRIGHT 2022 BY SW Fae. All Rights Reserved.

❝Don't steal my money, steal my heart.❞ ++++ Remi Greggs isn't rich. Ever since her mother left, she and her dad (okay fine, maybe not her dad) have made the best of her life, even if they do have take-out most of the week, and a lot of stolen wallets. Her pick-pocketing skills get her a meal everyday, but choosing the wrong person to steal from just might land her in the biggest dilemma of her life. All Rights Reserved © 2016 grammatically

"I'm not star-crossed. Not unless you cross me." Ro is a Montague who killed her father to inherit the drug-running business and their considerable stash of bio-tech. Jules is the heir to the Capulet Casino and the single rose of the blood-stained, rotting streets of New Verona who wants to escape their captive world. But will the rose smell as sweet if Ro steals them away? *** Two crime lords, both alike in villainy, In New Verona, where we lay our scene, From older murder leads to new misery, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From the delinquencies of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd felons take their fight; Whose misadventured bio-tech overthrows Do with much death bury their parents' might. Let the tech war into brothels, casinos, and fatal masquerades, And in the shadows of the city's cruel rage, Aside from their vendetta's end, nothing could remove, Turn now your consciences from this page; The which if you, with patient eyes attend, The past is gone, this dark future we must end.

A collection of short stories, some longer than others but each confined to their own chapters. I'm sure you'll find one that sparks interest.

hate is such a weak word. i abhor him. - where an optimistic fluff ball accidentally snapchats a pessimistic bar tender.

❝ 6 inch heels- she walked into the club like nobody's business. she murdered everybody and i was her witness ❞ inspired by beyoncé's "6 inch" [ undercase intended ]

This is the Emperor. I think. Alexandr. Queen Victoria's grandson, the foreign British power. I feel his blood beat, thin, beneath his paper skin, in those blue veins. Something amiss. Something that's too weak in the Russian snow, the turned earth. His hand is cold against my cheek, thumb winding through my coiled hair. "How can I thank you for saving my son's life?" He runs a thumb against my lower lip, waiting. Not pressing, just hoping with bated breath. The walls are thin. The walls whisper. I pull away with a cold smile. I catch my eyes in his gaze, the forbidding ice of my home. Of what the snow made me. The wild, black hair of a vědma. "Haven't you heard? I'm the devil, Alexandr. You don't want to bed me unless you wish to lose your soul." *** A parallel universe where Rasputin was born as Matryona Grigorievna Rasputina. There was real magic. And the tsar most certainly fell under her spell. When she falls, so too will St. Petersburg. *** DARK FANTASY (UPDATES WEEKLY) COPYRIGHT 2018 BY SOPHIA WHITTEMORE. All Rights Reserved.

With conflicting and pent-up emotions, 14 year old Mola writes letters in the middle of the night, hoping to make sense of it all and moreover hoping her mother will one day notice.

"Only the Strong Survive Boxing Academy" ~~~ Laelia is not one for words. With uncontrollable anger, her fists are almost always the ones to do the talking. But when her fists are finally able to get her into too much trouble, off she goes to a disciplinary school. Boxing Academy. An academy for those who don't mind breaking the rules. Hot prodigy Major West has had a lifetime of strict rules and military living. Not wanting to commit to a military school, Major took the easy way and fought his way to the top of Boxing Academy. But in his final year, reining as the #1 boxing champion isn't on his mind. And Laelia likes a challenge, especially one who has a figure that looks like its been carved from stone and a voice as deep and mellow as a daring strong bowed orchestra. Music to her ears. ｡o°✥✤✣ 　　 ✣✤✥°o｡ Started - April 2016 Ended - N/A #420 in Teen Fiction 4/15/16 #1 in likeagirl 4/3/19 #86 in boxing 8/5/19

ON HOLD Rowan Nyx liked to play with fire. She ran towards the fire so others wouldn't have to. That's just who she was. She would always put others before herself. Danger and risk was what she lived for and she couldn't imagine it any other way. Growing up in the glades she was always faced with danger. But she managed. She had a happy childhood and things seemed to be improving in Starling City's worst area. Until the 1% decided to give up on them. Everything spiraled out of control and the fires that Rowan was once fascinated and drawn to -- burned her beyond repair. But from the ashes the Phoenix rose. And Rowan would never shy away from the fire again. Rowan liked to play with fire But Barry was lightning. DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Flash or Arrow; all rights go to CW and DC comics! I however own Rowan and all her separate plot lines and other original characters.

The giant beneath the mountain has awakened after three centuries' slumber and devours some of my fathers' best men every morning. He will continue taking lives, one for every giant our ancient ruler killed to steal his land. But I know this ice giant, this jötunn, as Fell Hallvarðr. He came to me as a regular boy in dreams. He rumbles towards the citadel, tall as five men stacked shoulder on shoulder, I hold out a hand. "Fell Hallvarðr," I call out, ignoring the screams of horror from the warriors around me, "I place you under my royal protection, as the old ways of Cloelia Regina called upon. None of my people shall harm you so long as I live." The people cry out against me, but Fell falls to one knee, dropping me gently to the earth. "Then you shall live, little human-traitor." He replies, "in return for what?" "I shall become queen. And you shall fight for me." * Queen Cassia is a royal embarrassment. People snicker at her, knowing her lungs are too weak to draw breath, much less fight. Her parents fear she will not have the strength to undergo the ceremony to become queen, and that the royal line will have to be passed to an outsider. But all this is disrupted when the giant beneath the ice mountain, thought to be a myth, awakens and attack their city of Ymir. The rest of the cities along the Borealis are in rebellion against the main kingdom of Idriola, and Cassia aims to earn her birthright by uniting them all. * Prequel to "Legends of Rahasia Series" (Priestess for the Blind God, Princess for the Witch Doctor, Pirate for the Dead Goddess). This is the tale of how Cassia became Cassia Boadicea Regina of Idriola, the ruler of blood and ice. The fearsome matriarch of the North & conqueror-queen. (Inspired by Nordic myth). *** COPYRIGHT 2019 BY SW Fae. All Rights Reserved. #1 in Epic Fantasy on January 5, 2020 Highest Rank 3/12/21... #11 Nordic #18 projectwomanup #49 Unlimited (4/4/21) #5 stopgenderroles #37 epic fantasy

this is how it starts ✨ "you're a walking cliche, did you know that?" "oh yeah, well you're...asian." "what?" "you know!" ✨ extended summary inside

❝-paint me like one of your french girls.❞ - where a bored college student interrupts an art class for the fun of it. [ @2seoks story idea ]

"Do you take the dare?" A series of (short) interactions between personified genres. It's not as geeky as it sounds. "Yes." __________________________ Spinoff to "Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover!" Absolutely random, read at your own risk. Certain characters have bad habits of heavy cussing. Don't look at me-it's all them. Short chapters, random scenarios, all par for the course. #BreakStereotypes #DiverseLit #HelpFightCliches #JustBeYourself #lgbt #ProjectBeYOUtiful #SeizeTheLove #stoplabeling #StopDefiningMe #StopGenderRoles #talkthepoc #weareteenqueens ©2016, NevermoreNeverHere (Cover made by me. Pic not mine. Font is Sex Pistols, a dripping marker, and Hanging Letters.)