An nineteen years old college girl breeanna Jones got into an accident, her soul got trapped between the living and the dead, she then met a demon and an angel which made things complicated as the  creatures fight for her love. Knowing that she is the answer to all there problems.

Demons, soul reapers, angel and other creatures living among people but non like her.

(Ain't that something;)

A trapped soul in a dark world is a punishment, A pure soul is a gift, A lost soul is a tragedy and my soul is a curse.
Some creatures crave the sweetness of an everlasting appetizing soul.
They gathered around her willing to kill for her soul while they pledged their love for her, forced her to choose and betrayed her.
 
The god of poverty clenched his fist, the god of war sharpened his sword, the creatures of the night and soul eaters licked their lips and the reapers laughed.
The weeping sounds of trapped souls filled her ears, the thick red blood soiled her face, the sounds of screams echoed, the prince of purity became tainted with jealousy, While she stood there in fear, and he sat on his throne doing nothing.

When the world is against her as she's all she has, She made a promise to live and not just survive..

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 She went rogue at nine, survived alone despite having a lot of dangers alone. Wanted for her power, she was abducted and lost her memory due to some slip up in the lab.

 She learnt not to trust anyone except herself, her wolves and perhaps the moon goddess. No one knew her name because no one cared or maybe she didn't care enough to reveal.

No one knows her identity..
Or where she's from..
Or where she goes..
 
Imagine such "luck" when she gets tied down.. 
When she's forced to feel..
When she has to care..
When she had to trust..
When she MUST love..

Will she break all the barriers, learn this new emotions or escape this "distractions" and fulfill a greater but evil prophecy?

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All rights reserved
Tara Lilian Dizo

Wyatt a young boy of 16, well built muscular body, nice hair which he changes its color steady you will never know the color of his, got dark brown eye contact, red lips, just call it a sexy looking guy lived with his rich granny who provided all he needed ever since his parents went to rest (die) which made him spoilt.

 Wyatt's grand mom Mrs cressida owns one of the richest schools in new York, Mrs cressida is a retired teacher.

 Mrs cressida made a decision of registering her grand son Wyatt in her school ROSEY GOLD HIGH, she never liked the fact that her grand son was far from her in a boarding school and she was damn tired of reports from the school authority about her grand son molesting girls.

 Alizeh is a young pretty average height girl of 15 with a shinny brown hair, brown eyes, pink lips, neatly curved hips and nice butt.

 Alizeh lives with her rich parents and lived comfortably but alizeh never showed off, you could only see richness in her crazy dress sense, her looks and the way she styles her hair.

 Alizeh attends Rosey gold high and she never had a friend if not lux her only friend who understands her mode, alizeh is a very calm girl but strict and mean.

 Alizeh having only one friend and talks to no one never stopped her from having an enemy.

 Cyrus the head of the red lipstick girls never stopped making alizeh's life miserable, because she thinks her eagle and pride will fade because of her, not until Wyatt as every girls prince charming came.

Lily Harper was just an ordinary private i﻿nvestigator, but now she is a legal vampire huntress, and working for the Government is hard work. Once an ancient vampire has his eyes on her, she has to figure out not to be under his captivating spell. And top of all that, there's been mysterious murders around a local strip club, killing strippers one by one. She's looking for answers, and with a little help with the ancient entity, she must find a balance between love and her job.

Hanging high above the lonely night sky, the wraith-like moon illuminated the world with its red blood lustre. An unrecognizable world will emerge... and a new battle for humanity will begin. 

Following the events of the Full Red Moon that took the world by storm, college freshman Lam Sans experiences headaches that torment him day after day. When his neighbour is murdered in front of his eyes, the murderer hunts him down to forever silence him. A brutal confrontation ensues and Lam is heavily injured. 

With a twist of fate, a mysterious group dressed in black attire approach him and beat him up some more.

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Can't delete this novel. Instead of reading this you should just read my other one, The Black-Winged Messenger.

"I taught him how to let go. He taught me how to live."

A book with a bunch of mixed stories. Genres such as: paranormal, fantasy, romance and many more.

"Before I wasn't able to control my fate, but this time I determined to live well.."

The hero always defeat the villainess. What if the villaines defeats the heroine this time?

In her last breath, the nineteen year old, Elyssa was unknowingly reincarnated. When she woke up, she realized she was no longer in the same world, after blinking many attempts then pauses, thinking deeply once again, "Did I just reincarnated?" her angelic voice says in disbelief.

It's the same world she had read on the novel on her spare time. Knowing the plot, it seems she became the villainess..

Hm, let's see Elyssa was actually good pretender in her previous life!

a/n: Slow update!

Pardon my grammers. I'm not an experienced writer! It might dropped your IQ..just joking! But I'm going to make the story simple at first so, I could only revised it soon when I have the time! And also, the photo wasn't mine; credits to the respective owners! But this story is my original piece.

Tbh, I think I need to restart these chapters lol. The grammars are so horrible!

Warning: This story contains swear words and violent activities.

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Name: Rachelle Ann
Age: 23
Education: College graduate
Occupation: Novelist
Bio: If you've been into any bookstores lately, then you may have already seen my name on books. If not, I'm Rachelle Ann, author of the 'Love Me, Bite Me' series. I like rabbits, tarts and sweet fluffy things xD
Aiming to get my books produced in a certain production company *wink wink*

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For her profile picture, Rachel sat behind a desk with a black ponytail. She turned to her right and smiled at the camera. One hand cupped her cheek while the other rested on the laptop keyboard. Her caramel eyes crinkled at the corners.

Unlike Zara, Ambryan could already see her intentions. He could discern her true motive from there. It seemed that his struggle would again be—waiting for the 30 minutes to finish. He had rejected most questions from the first conversation.

There was no point to answer personal questions when they'd never talk again.

.
``Yan: Hello, Ms. Rachelle. What deal did you have with my mother for you to join this site?``
``Rachelle: Well, it is an opportunity to meet one of the most eligible bachelors in the country, she didn't need to do much convincing honestly. *laughs* plus this might make for an interesting story, don't you think?``
.

Ambryan narrowed his eyes.

She surely sounded youthful. Her messages were also informal. He typed slowly, forming a response. She hadn't actually answered his question, trying to avoid it. He needed to get it out of her.

.
``Yan: I see... How did you meet my mother then? I don't imagine she handed out flyers in the street.``
``Rachelle: Ah, didn't you know, your mother loves my books? I didn't realized someone like her would ask for signed copies of my work, but she's a true romantic :D ``
.

Ambryan frowned.

.
``Yan: I do know she's a romantic. She starred in many romance movies. Are you to tell me she offered nothing in exchange for this opportunity?``

.

The other party paused. She probably hadn't expected to hear the question again. Whatever she'd reply would decide her character. After writing that kind of bio, he would have thought she'd answer it directly.

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``Rachelle: I think I may have jumped on the opportunity too quickly, but she did say, she'd talk with the producers in making a film from my top selling book, regardless of outcomes. *happy smile* I think she needed a certain number of girls so there you have it.``
.

'Now, we're getting somewhere,' Ambryan pondered on his next move. This time, he'd make sure the conversation revolved on the other party. By letting her talk while he asked the questions, it would eliminate any chance to ask about his personal life.

.
``Yan: If you can pitch your book in 35 words, what would it be?``
.

The chat window became inactive once again. It seemed that Ms. Rachelle had been stumped. For someone who wanted a film opportunity, she should have been better prepared. This waning confidence wouldn't be seen as something good.

His fingers tapped on the keyboard.

.
``Yan: Ms. Rachelle?``
``Yan: By all means use the remaining 15 minutes we have.``
.

The 'typing' dots emerged from the bottom. Ambryan leaned back on his chair and waited patiently. He crossed his legs under the table, clasping his hands together. His eyes went to the computer's clock.

There were still three women left.

He considered multitasking when a new message popped up.

``Rachelle: A romance that goes beyond time and order, and apologies love is hard to define—especially trying to let a self-sufficient person as yourself grasp it *rubs chin* But it's a story between two unimaginable people who  shouldn't be together but they do``
.
``Yan: Sounds like Romeo and Juliet. Nothing more original than that?``
``Rachelle: Make it a bunny man, but the two of them do end up together at the end and not dying, it's not tragedy but romance.``
.

Now, that was something Ambryan hadn't heard before.

.
``Yan: ... how do they even meet?``
``Rachelle: ... them falling from the skies and into the protagonist's rooftop. If you're familiar with the Man from the Moon. Paranormal romance. It's actually all the rave for young romantics *shrugs*``
.

Ambryan rubbed his temple, his mind digesting the information. He'd never worked with anything like it before. He silently gave her props for the originality. Her casualty was also something to commend. She spoke her mind and didn't pretend.

Unfortunately, he'd rather not date someone in the same film industry. It could cause problems when the nine months were over.

This conversation needed to stop soon.

.
``Yan: ... so you're saying I'm old?``
.

Ambryan repeated the question in his head. He wondered how an author would answer this type of question. If she left on her own, he could look over reports while he waited for the next chat schedule.

Anything would do if that meant he won't have a late work night.

.
``Rachelle: … you're quite mature and level headed for someone our age. Running the business and being the success that you are, I don't think you've been giving time for romance and that's why your mother decided to intervene? Or she probably wants grandchildren too.``
``Yan: And so she thinks an author who writes paranormal romance is a good candidate for that?``
.

Ambryan flinched, thinking that he overstepped a bit.

.
``Rachelle: Possibly, I do know a thing or two about romance, *laughs* but whoever will be chosen by you will have quite a large role to fill.  Hopefully someone who'd make you and her together a power couple. Someone who you can connect with, truly appreciate and respect as an equal.``
``Rachelle: Not sure if that's me, but it is a pleasure meeting you.``
.

"I think I scared this one, Kiri." Ambryan said as he caressed the cat's head. "Then again, it wouldn't be good if she can't handle pressure. There would be many eyes on us. She has to be able to stand on her own."

Kiri scratched her pink nose and yawned.

He chuckled, envying her relaxed state. "There's still 10 minutes before the next one. Let's check my full inbox."

Ambryan opened his desktop mail app.

All the folders on the left lit up with notifications. Their numbers varied between 50 and hundreds. Using folder categories, he had arranged possible keywords and certain senders by order of priority. It allowed him to tackle the urgent ones first.

Before that, he created a new email tab. He set the main recipient to be 'Richard Kingston' and added a few names for the carbon copies, including his secretary and the director. He composed the needed status update for the investment.

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Subject: Venus Investment - 'What is Love?'
Body: Good afternoon, Mr. Kingston.
I trust you'd already gone through the files I personally delivered to you yesterday. Has Venus Investment Associates come to a decision yet about the project proposal? The agreed time for the deadline was this morning. As mentioned yesterday, this project is top priority. It would be our utmost appreciation if it's also treated that way by Venus. If you encounter any questions, please do contact me at the earliest.

Regards,
A. Hathaway, CEO of Eros Productions.
```
.

Ambryan hit the 'send' button and moved on.

He clicked the first inbox folder, beginning his first set of reports for the day. A finance report blew up behind his screen. He skimmed through the estimated figures and assessed the upcoming movie releases. A total of ten films would premiere in the next two years.
Global statistics and other research papers accompanied the report. One of them contained the current trends in the romance genre. They were divided into different creative mediums.

He raised his eyebrows.

Part of the examples seemed familiar. Among the list of best-selling romance novels was the 'Love Me, Bite Me' series. Now, where did he hear that before?

The charts told him what the possible trends were for the next 12 months. His attention focused on the 7th month, the highlight of their peak season. It was the month of love, the month of spring, the month of blossoming romance...

It was February—the time of the year when the market was high.

If they wanted to dominate the box office, they had to plan carefully.

Ambryan exhaled sharply. "What kind of romance movie would you watch, Kiri?"

The cat tilted her head to the side. Eyelids wide open, her pupils had dilated and almost became fully round. She stared up at him, unblinking. "Meow."

"Me neither," he replied quickly, "That's why I have these charts and reports. It will tell me what the public wants. We'll let them decide what they'd want to see. Hopefully, one of our films has enough twists to exceed their expectations."

While Ambryan gathered the information and evaluated their potential results, Kiri stood up and moved closer to the computer. She watched his fingers work over the keyboard. Her legs continued to advance. One of her paws stepped on the number pad. Then, her second paw followed.

Soon, she reached halfway across.

Ambryan raised his hands as she lied down, covering the whole keyboard. Her face remained nonchalant. A small smile stretched his lips. He pushed his glasses up his nose bridge and picked up the cat.

"Are you hungry? Come on, let's get you something to eat." Rising to his feet, Ambryan left his office and headed for the kitchen. Kiri snuggled against his chest while a purr hummed in her throat. Her hooman truly knew her best.

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…

…

In the empty office, the web browser icon lit up on the screen.

A notification had come from a new chat window.

``Unknown: Hello? Anyone there?``

A secretary faces a difficult choice: to join or not to join a dating site for the most eligible bachelor alive,

Her boss. However, he can't know it's her on the side of the screen. Just when she thinks it's over, more difficult things await—like meeting in real life.

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"You're not about to carry me out in bridal style again, are you?"

"Do you want me to?" He couldn't help but smirk. Her face from their date surfaced in his memories. He found it just as amusing as back then. Revenge never tasted sweeter. Would she make the same reaction right now? 

It was tempting but the venue wasn't the best place for it.

"No!" Eve protested a little too loudly. She pressed her fingers against her mouth and scanned the premise. As she predicted, hundreds of eyes watched them. A groan escaped her lips. She buried her face on the side of his chest, inhaling his cologne.

"Are you sure?" Ambryan asked, genuinely concerned now. He held her chin and raised it. His violet eyes met her hazel ones. The blush on her cheeks had magnified in saturation. He couldn't tell anymore if it came from embarrassment or the alcohol.

Either way, it intrigued him on how much redder she could possibly be.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I'd be gentle this time."

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As a secretary, Eve knew affiliations between her and her boss were forbidden. She must stay in his shadow where she didn't pose a threat to his lovers and his admirers. She had taken measures to fit the job, even changing her style of appearance. 

Ambryan Hathaway, CEO of Eros Productions, disliked false information. The only ones he allowed were the ones he initiated himself—mainly about his love life. In order to please his mother, he had participated in the game of love with a string of flings. 

Unfortunately, his mother had enough. She must find a way for him to open his eyes and his heart to meeting the right girl. That one spark would be enough for her son to consider marriage.

And who would be the better candidate than his own secretary? Will the screens pull them closer together or push them further apart? 

An office romance like no other!


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Disclaimer: Set in modern day of a fictional country, everything in this novel is fictional. Any similarities with real life's event is purely coincidence

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I give my name and the small walkthrough gate opens for me. I walk down the walkway then up the steps. The house is huge, the front yard has a large garage to the side and to the front it has a driveway, it's a drop-off area then the garage is at the side. The steps lead to the mansion in front of it. It's a huge modernized mansion that's two stories high and it looks like there is an attic upstairs. I walk up the steps and stand in front of the huge brown door ahead of me. I gulp before I ring the doorbell.
''Sia, hi it's great to see you'' Brent greets me at the door.
''It's nice to see you too'' I say and he gestures for me to come inside.
As I step inside I spot a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a small circular tall brown table in the center of the pristine room. The white pristine walls spread out onto the flawless, shiny ceiling above me. My phone rings distracting me from my wonderment of the house. It's Hero, I can't remember the last time he called me, what does he want? Does he know that I'm here? I hope not. I ignore the call only to be followed by another three calls after which I also ignore. My phone beeps four times in a row in my hand.
 *Stessian answer me
*Where are you?
*Answer your phone

*I need to see you
The texts read.
 I ignore all of them and follow Mr. Stefan through the hall. My phone beeps again but this time I don't even read the message I just put my phone on silent and hold it in my hand. I feel really bad ignoring him because after all I'm here at his father's house after he told me not to come and how horrible the man was to him but curiosity got the best of me and here I am.
I think it's better that I came here alone anyway because I wouldn't have wanted Hero to come here since he hates them so much and look at the man who has ruined his childhood and put him and his mom through a lot when he was little, the last thing I would want is for Hero to be hurt. It would've really hurt Hero to come here and see their house and his father's new life when he didn't have that life growing up so it's a good thing he didn't come.
I know it's not my place to be here especially without him but this dinner was all I was thinking about in the last few days since I've met the man. Maybe he's changed and is not the same man who Hero knows back in Ireland maybe he has changed for the better and is just trying to resuscitate the relationship with his son that was once lost. I really hope that he is and that's why I'm here to find out if that's true.
''Is everything okay?'' Mr. Stefan asks.
''Yeah uhm is it okay that I came here alone?'' I ask him.
''Of course, you're more than welcome here, I kind of had the feeling you would've'' he says.
I follow him through a narrow hallway that eventually leads us to a dining room. He walks past the dining room and into the kitchen where I spot two women talking and preparing food with their backs turned to us. They are both dressed in dresses with white aprons to the front.
''Claire, Evelyn this is Sia'' he says and the two women turn around to face us, their faces both light up and they run in to hug me.
They squeeze me tight for a second before letting go to introduce themselves.
''I'm Claire it's so nice to meet you'' the woman shakes my hand and I smile and nod. Her brown hair is wavy just like her blue and white dress. Her pearl necklace reflects the bright spotlights in the kitchen.
''And I'm Evelyn Claire's daughter'' the girl tells me. She's wearing a pink dress with a pearl necklace as well. 
Her black straight hair covers the back of the dress and some of the front. She has the most warming and welcoming smile just like her mother and I already get a good feeling about them. They all seem like such lovely people so far, Hero needs more people like this in his life. I remember Hero mentioning something about his father having a stepdaughter when we were in bed, the night he let me in a bit on his life.
''Brent told me you were beautiful but you're even more beautiful in person'' she smiles.
''Thank you'' I smile back.
''I didn't expect this, I was expecting you to be different'' she says and I unquestionably know exactly what she means.
She was expecting me to be covered in tattoos, have body piercings and have some obnoxious hair color. She was expecting me to be more like Hero and the type of people that he hangs out with but she's too nice to say it like that. I'm nothing like him or the people that he hangs out with and we are like the total opposite of each other but that doesn't stop me from liking him even if he doesn't like me back.
''Come sit, you must be hungry. I gotta warn you, I love to cook and I went all out tonight when I heard you were coming over'' Claire smiles.
She leads me to the table and I pull out a chair and sit down. I glance down at my phone and I have 10 new messages which I'm guessing all are from Hero. He couldn't possibly know that I'm here, I never told him that I was coming and I just got here so I'm pretty sure none of them in this house could've told him yet. Brent and Evelyn both sit at the table, Brent sits opposite of me while Evelyn sits two seats down from me. 
Two minutes later Claire comes in with the food, she kindly asks Brent to help her and he gets up from his seat. They come in with both hands filled, a chicken pot roast in one and mashed potatoes in the other, Claire has two dishes in her hand as well one is salad and the other is a casserole. They place them neatly on the table and steams lifts off the food and the smell of hot tasty food fills the air and I'm now hungry. I haven't had a home-cooked meal in quite a while, since two months ago when I left home. We all take out food into our plates and I'm happy that the pot roast is chicken and not any other type of meat.
''So Sia what are you studying in college?'' Claire asks me as we begin to eat our dinner.
''I'm an English major'' I say.
''That's great so what do you wanna be in the future?''
''Uhm, I really wanna be a paranormal investigator but if that doesn't work out I'll be social media manager or something along that line.''
''That's great I can't remember the last time I heard someone say that they wanted to be a paranormal investigator'' Brent says.
''Yeah, it's not such a popular career that everyone wants to get into. Paranormal activity just fascinates me'' I say.
''Well it's good to do what you love'' he smiles.
''So how long have you and Hero known each other?'' Brent asks and looks up from his plate.
''About two months'' I say.
So much has happened in the last two months since I came here, things I've had no idea were ever going to happen in life far less for two months. I push memories of the last two months at the back of my head and focus on the present, on this delicious food.
''The food is delicious'' I tell them with my mouth partly full.
''Thank you'' Claire smiles.
''Are you from around here?'' Evelyn asks.
''Uhm not really I'm from Burbank'' I tell them and they all share the same puzzled expression. 
''So what brings you out here?'' Evelyn asks.
''I'm here for an internship''
''Oh, what internship?''
''Paranormal investigation''
''Oh that's great, you're probably really happy about it'' Claire smiles.
''I am''
I sometimes forget that I'm here for an internship, so many things keep happening that they distract me from the main reason that I'm here.
''So how are you liking Escondido so far?''
''It's nice'' I say and Claire's about to say something when the phone rings interrupting her.
It's their home phone and it's on the other side of the room sitting on a phone stand on a large wooden table with other family photos and household decor. Brent excuses himself and gets up to retrieve it. He speaks silently for a while until I finally hear him say 'Yes she's here' he says and I immediately know that it's Hero.
Of course, he would call here since I've been dodging his last 10 messages, 10 missed calls and voice messages, he must be furious and I know that if I see him after this, I'm really in for it. He returns about a minute later and continues to eat his dinner.
''Who was that?'' I ask.
''It was Hero, he was looking for you'' he says.
''Oh what did you tell him?''
''You seem like you don't want him to know that you're here. I didn't want to tell him but he wouldn't stop cursing me until he knew if you were here, I'm sorry.'' the man apologizes.
''It's okay, what did he say?''
''I'd rather not use that language'' he says.
We engage in more conversation during dinner. They mostly ask questions about me first and I tell them a bit about myself and my life back at home. I also ask them some questions like when they first moved here and about their life and they tell me quite a lot. Mr. Stefan doesn't hold everything back and keep everything a secret like his mysterious son does. He tells me about when he first moved here and when he met Claire and Evelyn. I recollect the things that Hero has told me about him how much he drank and smoked and ruin his childhood.
 He continues to tell me about his job and as soon as I hear his profession my eyes widen and my mind is in shock.
''Wait, so you're an elected legislature?'' I question him even though he already told me that.
''Thought Hero would've told you if he ever talked about me'' he says.
''No he hasn't mentioned anything about that'' I tell him.
His father is an elected legislature? He makes or changes the laws of a country and has one of the highest most important jobs in the political field. Here he is helping people, citizens of the country to make it a better place when his son is the total opposite if only he knows what his son does. Wait, does he know? Does he know that Hero lives in the forest and does witchcraft in there and does he know that he's one of the mysterious masked men of the forest who all paranormal investigators are after? Does he know that his son is wanted more than anything and most of all lives in the forest and does witchcraft with a bunch of other psychotic men and well girls too? Does he know all these things? He doesn't, I doubt he does. There's no way the elected legislature of a country would allow his son to do those things and I just get the feeling that they have no clue about any of it.
''As much as I knew that he wouldn't come tonight I was really hoping that he would with you'' his father says and I smile.
''Does he still read a lot?'' the man asks with great hope in his eyes.
''I remember he used to read a lot as a kid and he was really interested in those classic romance novels'' He says.
''Yeah I saw them in his bookshelf'' 
 I remember the morning that I saw the bookshelf filled with those books and all the hidden places in his house, my mind goes back to the door. That gigantic black door with chains on it and you have to pass through so many things just to get to it, it's obvious that it's hidden away under there and that he's hiding something down there.
He said that it has personal stuff when he first moved in here and I believe that but there's something else too, maybe it has the clothes that they wear like the masks and stuff, yeah that's gotta be it, I think it is. After knowing Hero for about two months I could never imagine him reading a book, he doesn't seem like the type too, especially classic romance novels.
We spend the rest of the dinner talking about everything. Evelyn tells me about her college a bit  and about where she grew up in California. She seems like such a nice girl and her smile lits up the room along with her black shiny straight hair. 
This family seems so nice and all they want to be is together, they all care about each other and they are just the nicest family ever. They are so supportive, kind and so sweet to me, their words and gestures make me feel so welcome. We make some jokes and they tell us some funny stories about their college days and when Brent first moved here. An annoying pounding at the door interrupts our dinner and I have a feeling who it is.
No, please don't let him be here now.
 Evelyn moves down the hall to answer the door and in less than a minute Hero is in the dining room staring at me with bloodshot eyes that are filled with rage. He's dressed in a black printed T-shirt, black pants and white shoes, his fists are clenched to his sides and his face is fuming with anger as he looks at me.
Evelyn runs up to us in the dining room and stands next to Hero, Hero ignores her and walks past her then walks up to me, the last thing I was expecting was for him to show up here tonight, I knew that he would be mad if he found out that I came here but I just thought that he would let me have it later, not actually show up here to the one place that he hates the most with the man who ruined his childhood.
 I don't expect a lot of things from him, but the things that I least expect are things that are most likely to happen.

After she finds out 'What Lies Under the Mask' she would wish she hadn't...

"This vodka is shit," Samael says, swilling his shot glass in another of Asmodeus' dive bars.  This one has succubi draped across the men and women like jewels, breasts hanging like necklaces from their chests.  I'm cozied up to the Devil on his lap – the crown of the Prince of Darkness is a bubbly blonde ditz.  I'm laughing at the ladies of the night and drinking one of those fruity fizzy red cocktails that Sam fucking hates.
"Want mine?"
"Hell no, tastes like a strawberry fart."  Samael chugs the last of the stale vodka and tips his glass then flicks it so it rolls off the counter onto the beer-stained black carpet.
There are black lights flashing, bio luminescent demons and daemons and dreams.  They dance in cadence with the bass of the moon, sinuous and arcing as lips lock and hips gyrate.  I bob my head to the music, stroke Samael's shoulder, and this is a place no angel besides the lost would dare step foot in, the perfect place to fall into sin.
"Your lips will have to suffice for my intoxication," Samael whispers, razing a claw down the back of my dress.  He puts out his cigarette and scoops me up and carries me out of the dive bar – not before I grab a fry to crunch on.
"You're boring, grumpy, and old…" I murmur, teasing.  "Not hip enough to party anymore, eh?"  I'm cradled in his arms and my red dress swishes in the vespertine wind.  He deposits me on the back of his pale steed – a white crotch rocket, hands me a helmet, and tilts my chin up with his thumb.
"Eternity is best spent with the ones you love – the novelty of Hell wears off when you're a permanent resident here, and then it's governing and judging souls during the day, reaping the dead, and quiet nights by the fireside with the other half of your soul.  Why do you think we spend every other night in my library?"
I hug his hips as we speed off down the rainy street.  It's an almost-summer storm, with a light gray drizzle.
"Because you're a recluse!" I shout, laughing.  "And you can't hold your liquor."
Samael speeds past a red light.  He never cares much for the laws of traffic, and we arrive at his estate on the borders of Pandemonium, which backs up into the backwaters of the galaxy, where the woods grow wild and dangerous.  It is a towering, sleek, obsidian castle, with pins of towers and blades of turrets that cut blood from the sky.
"Right, and even more right," he parks under a willow tree and Pallor – his steed – reverts back to a horse.  He strokes Pallor's braided mane and ties his bridle to a trough.  "But I hold it better than you, Miss Streaker."
I look at the time, grasping at lucidity.  Some impossible number: 13:11.  How time works in Hell, I have no inkling.  We walk hand in hand through the rose garden to the mote, then over the bridge.  He picks me up and flies up the stairs to the den, great bat wings feeling like warm leather on my cheek.  I imagine he has the wings of a dragon, and that is one of his forms.
"Hey Sam, you know that Russian movie, He's a Dragon?"
Samael groans as he stokes the hearth.  "Not another one of your shifter romances.  Read a philosophy book, for fuck's sake."  He settles into a leather armchair and pulls out a cigar.
"Hey!  You're the weredragon – stealing princesses and antisocial and shit.  Also, very gruuuuuumpy."
I bounce onto the bed and roll about, nesting under black wolf fur.
"All you read in my library are illustrated grimoires and romance novels written by demons.  Picture books and drivel."  He puffs on the cigar.  "You're a creature of comfort.  And I am not a "weredragon," shit, I'm the Beast."
"Not that Crowley Revelations shit, ugh!  Just admit it, you're a shitty paranormal romance novel protagonist."  I flip so I'm sitting on my stomach, kicking my feet in the air and watching the fires flicker.  They dance in the shape of snakes.
He laughs.  "If I, Satan, am supposed to be a romance novel protagonist, I don't have high hopes for your race.  I'm much too twisted for all the middle aged women reading Fifty Shades.  Unless they enjoy being dissolved alive in a cloud of the abyss or fucking corpses."
I throw a pillow at him.  "Are you kinkshaming me!"
"I can't lie," he sticks out his labret pierced tongue.  "I can only tell twisted truths, or flat out drag you.'
I grumble and roll onto my back.   Samael grins like a shark and comes over to me.  Gasoline, hungry hands that are gentle with their talons, rip off the dress, rolling and turning hay.  I inhale expensive spicy cologne and graveyard dirt, thirsting for a mouth that tastes like aqua vitae.  I make a list in my  mind of what he drinks: whiskey and vodka and absinthe on occasion.  We are Taninver.  We are Leviathan and She-Leviathan.  We are Rahab churning the primordial waters of bodies of unborn souls.
I burn and I sate myself with his blood.  Suckle at the red at his wrist as he sinks his fangs into my neck.  Blood from the heart, blood from spurting arteries, christening the bed damp with iron and hemoglobin.  It tastes like providence.
"More," Samael growls as he descends to feast, and I ascend to suck the generations out of him.  I am Lilith stealing seed, I am Lamashtu eating children.
"Fuck, oh god," I whisper, then I can't breathe, then it's all stars and the rocking of an ocean of black, in and out, crash to shore then recede in foam.  Burning, freezing, all.
The fire flickers as we lay in each other's arms.
"Let's have more nights in."

Eve goes missing from the Garden.

Lucifer seeks his Queen.

In the depths of Hell, after the first pernicious bite of Lucifer's apple, the Devil's Heart has gone missing, reincarnated into his Bride.

What would happen if Satan's jester, trickster, and fool wrote the Devil's story?

Unpeel the pages of this Book of Shadows and step one foot into the Pit, your back towards Heaven, as you journey into the darkest parts of Lucifer's mind.

All real. All true. All recollections from my journey as a witch.

(ONE SHOTS WITH REVERSE HAREM FROM TEENAGE, MODERN EVE'S PERSPECTIVE!)

Since her divorce five years ago, Lily lost herself in the romantic worlds of her favorite authors. Her daughter, Cassandra Mason, penned paranormal romance novels and, while they were tantalizing in their eroticism, Lily felt a little weird reading sex scenes written by her twenty-four-year-old daughter. She needed someone else to provide her escape and, in her search, she discovered Jack Sutherland. Jack. She smiled at the idea of calling him by his first name.
She wasn’t halfway through his first book before she was visiting his website to learn more about him and then following him on whichever social media network he could be found. Entering one of his giveaways, she won his second book and became an even bigger fan. Cassie thought she was silly, and Lily did admit she felt like a school girl with a crush on a teacher at times. By the time his third book came out, the one she was currently reading, she was pretending the two of them were the main characters in the books. Together, they solved the puzzles set before them while both falling desperately in love, in the midst of a tangle of arms and legs as they were swept away in a wave of passion.
With her hands on her thighs as she knelt on the floor, she took a deep calming breath. My god, I need to get a real life. Yet, what if this weekend her fantasies became a reality? It could happen, right? Right.
The rest of the day went by in its predictable mundane manner and soon Lily found herself heading home for a hot shower and then to pack for her weekend getaway. Cassie would be picking her up early the next morning and the two of them would make the three-hour drive from Jupiter to St. Augustine. Registration didn’t start until four that afternoon, but they wanted to get there early enough to do a little exploring on their own. St. Augustine was a beautiful city with a lot of history and Lily was really looking forward to a stroll down St. George Street, popping into the stores and small wineries. She may even take Cassie along with her. Or not.
Once home, Lily tossed her keys onto the kitchen counter, plopping her purse down beside them. She reached for a wine glass, which hung from a rack over her kitchen island, deciding packing for the weekend required a glass of Merlot. With wine in hand, she made her way to the bedroom, sliding her closet door open and staring at the hanging clothes, hoping they would pack themselves now that she had opened the door. I really wish Cassie’s paranormal world was real. I could use some magical powers right about now.
Since she didn’t have magical powers and the clothes refused to pack themselves, she set the wine glass on her dresser—after a hearty swallow, of course—and, with hands on hips, tried to decide which outfits would best entice Mister Jack Sutherland. While it was true that her official purpose for attending the author event was to assist Cassie at her table, her real reason for volunteering was to meet Jack. She had to spend time with the man who kept her passion simmering with his words. She desired to feel his hands—shake, shake his hands—and thank him for keeping her wet—entertained! She blew out a breath as she ran a hand through her raven-black hair, allowing it to fall in feathery strands against her back. I have definitely allowed my fantasy life to take over.
As she pulled out a couple of dresses, she wondered if other women obsessed over their favorite authors the way she was. Surely, she wasn’t the only one who curled up under the covers with a book in one hand while her other hand stroked her dripping sex.
She stopped and stared at the wall a minute. Oh god, what if I am? What does that say about me? Then she chuckled as she tossed the dresses onto the bed. It means I haven’t had real, honest-to-god, make-me-scream sex in way too long. If she was lucky, that would end this weekend.
She grinned as she picked up a slinky, burgundy dress. The neckline was low enough to be enticing without coming across as obscene, with the hem of the dress hitting mid-thigh. She would be able to tantalize Jack without getting scolded by her daughter. She would need heels to give her five-foot-three body a little lift, but not too much. From his Facebook pictures, Jack was only five-ten and she didn’t want to be taller than him. Just below eye level would be perfect. Then his eyes would fall on the cleavage with which she was hoping to entice him.
She heard her cell phone ringing from where she had left it in her purse, which was still on the kitchen counter. Grabbing her wine glass, she rushed to the kitchen. Snatching the phone from her purse, she slid her lock screen to answer without looking at the number. “Hello?”
“Hey. Just thought I’d call and see how the packing was going,” Cassie’s voice came through the phone.
Lily took a sip of her wine as she leaned back on the island counter. She nodded but wasn’t sure why. Cassie couldn’t see her. “So far, so good. I have one outfit picked out.”
She heard Cassie chuckle. “That’s about what I thought. You think you’ll be packed by eight in the morning? That’s when I was going to pick you up.”
“I don’t see why not. Still hitting St. George Street for lunch?”
“Yeah. Then we’ll go check in at the hotel. Registration is at four and the author mingle is at seven. Open bar, by the way.”
“Nice. Good thing everything’s right there in the hotel. I’d hate for you to have to watch me drink all night, having all the fun.” She felt herself grinning as she took another sip of the warm Merlot.
“Uh huh, I hear ya. Just remember you’re there to help. You can’t very well do that hungover.”
“Party pooper.”
Cassie just laughed. “All right, now I have to finish packing. I’ll see you at eight.”
“I’ll be here.” They hung up and Lily shook her head. If Cassie said she’d be there at eight, that meant she’d really be there at seven-thirty. Her philosophy was, why be on time when you can be early. Lily would have much preferred her daughter be late.
Oh well, I better get it done. She took another sip of her wine as she made her way back to her bedroom. The sooner the packing was done, the sooner she could continue her date with Jack Sutherland, snuggled down on her loveseat.

Romance is more than just stories between the covers of a book, and many hope the tales spring from the pages and into their lives. For the readers gathered together in historic St. Augustine for the St. Augustine Authors Event their fantasies are about to come true. Some have visions of doing more than just getting a signature from their favorite author or cover model, while even authors arrive hoping for a little spontaneous adventure. Lives change during this weekend event as people take the fantasies, which have kept them warm at night, from the pages of their novels to bring the heat into their lives as well as their sheets.

Fangirls: The Collection brings together five stories from five different ladies and shares the relationships they are hoping turn out to be more than just fantasies.

Fangirls is created by R.C. Wynne, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

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