Always busy brainstorming the myriads of stories I have in mind. Beginner writer, avid reader, and love for fictional characters.
I mostly write fantasy, but no werewolves or vampires or fae. Not a fan of mates either. Really not my thing so you won\'t find any of that here.
If you check out my stories, feel free to comment! They always do make my day. :)
**COMPLETED | FREE NEW VERSION | SLOWBURN ROMANCE**
In search of freedom, Misa Carpenter finds herself thrust into the middle of a brewing war between humans and witches.
A family secret, an infuriating captain, and a witch set out to destroy all of humanity stands between her and her dream. Embarking on a mission to defeat the witch, Misa struggles between resentment, love, and her thirst for freedom.
Her quest turns into a dangerous path that could mean death at every turn. Being an enemy in both worlds is not easy, but having allies by her side could be all Misa needs to realise who she really is and what she truly desires.
****PLEASE READ THE LAST CHAPTER/PART BEFORE STARTING THIS BOOK****
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***OLD VERSION | UNEDITED | NEW VER. IN PROFILE***
In search of freedom, Misa Carpenter finds herself thrust into the middle of a brewing war between humans and witches.
A family secret, an infuriating captain, and a witch set out to destroy all of humanity stands between her and her dream. Embarking on a mission to defeat the witch, Misa struggles between resentment, love, and her thirst for freedom.
Her quest turns into a dangerous path that could mean death at every turn. Being an enemy in both worlds is not easy, but having allies by her side could be all Misa needs to realize who she really is and what she truly desires.
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This is a slow-burn romance mixed with magic and action about a girl whose simple dream of freedom leads her into a dangerous journey.
****THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO 'Witch Bewitched'. IT IS HIGHLY RECOMMENDED TO READ THE FIRST NOVEL BEFORE THIS ONE FOR THE FULL EXPERIENCE AS THERE WILL BE SPOILERS AND FREQUENT REFERENCES THAT READERS ARE EXPECTED TO KNOW****
Taking place twenty-four years after the events of the first book, Spellbound follows Senya, a young witch who feels like something is missing in her life. With a thirst for adventure and a group of wild friends, Senya manages to snatch the first opportunity to experience something new at the annual royal ball.
Senya expects to have her share of fun before returning to her boring life, but things don't quite go according to plan as her feelings for an old friend begin to grow. Add in a stroke of bad luck that thrusts her into a fake relationship with an arrogant, incompatible noble and a spice of a spoiled, jealous princess, and Senya has gotten a little more than she asked for.
What's more, there's a darkness lurking within the palace, somehow connecting Senya to an event that occurred long before she was born.
All Senya wanted was a simple adventure with her friends. But now, she must face heartbreak, an old, festering fear, and a dark past that refuses to remain buried.
When Serielle Wei, princess of Paeonia, finds evidence of a plot against her and her brother, she seeks out the help of the greatest assassin in the country.
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“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t slit your throat.” His voice was low, intense. She could feel his hard chest rumbling against her back like a growl from a tiger. A warning of his lethal grace, of the sharp claw he held to her neck, ready to strike if she made the wrong move.
Serielle had no doubt he could kill her within a second. It was a delicate situation, but she had been taught all her life how to handle delicate. She schooled her expression, relaxed her tense shoulders. Diplomacy never did pose a problem for her.
“I am Serielle Wei, princess of Paeonia. Any harm you inflict on me will be returned to you tenfold.”
He barked a laugh, his breath hot against her ear. She held in a shiver. “I never suspected the day would come when a little peony comes crawling into my lair.” He lifted her chin with the cold flat of his blade. “So, tell me. What business does a rose without thorns have with merciless killers?”
Serielle remained still, neither tensing nor relaxing. The moment to strike had come. “I want you to be my thorns.” She paused, letting her words sink in. “No. Thorns merely prick. I want you to be my blade.”