Mahogany... Justice wasn’t something Mahogany Jones felt inclined to on normal terms. She felt a pull to revenge more often than the justice part. Maybe it was her upbringing but she wasn’t the prim and proper woman her mother would have wanted. She had an unearthly beauty that rivaled Grecian goddesses. Her thicker frame only made her curves more profound. Markus... He was towering over her seat and she had to crane her neck slightly to get a full picture of the man. He looked fit, you could see his muscles bulging from beneath the shirt he wore. He had jet black hair and dark grey eyes with hints of amber at the center of the iris. He had an almost puppy dog look that men of Mahogany's age rarely embodied.

The Citadel has been silent for a decade, its grand stage a graveyard of glass and memory. Until now. When Elara, a lowly apprentice with a voice that shouldn't exist, is thrust into the spotlight of the legendary Solstice Gala, she unwittingly wakes the sleeping heart of the mountain. But she isn't singing alone. From the flooded ruins and shifting shadows beneath the theatre comes a voice—ancient, scarred, and possessive—that promises her the dream she has longed for. As Duke Kaelen of the Royal Guard, fights to keep her in the world of sunlight, Elara is drawn deeper into a symphony of shadows. To save the kingdom from a magical collapse, she must decide: is the voice in the dark her savior, or the architect of her destruction? In the High Citadel, every note has a price, and some echoes never die.

A partner’s history is, by definition, behind the curtain. It shapes who she is, but it doesn’t dictate your present together.

Claire settles into her old bedroom, unchanged since she left. At dusk, Ruth insists the bedroom window stays open despite the cold. Claire sees seven wolves at the tree line, motionless, watching the house.

Claire drives the final thirty miles on dirt roads. The ranch looks smaller, more isolated. Sarah meets her, warns that Ruth has been "talking to the trees." Ruth is skeletal but her eyes are sharp. Their reunion is tense, full of things unsaid.

Claire Larsen receives a call from hospice nurse Sarah Chen: her mother Ruth has weeks, maybe days. Claire hasn't been home to Montana in fifteen years. She books a flight from Seattle, remembering the ranch house at the edge of wilderness.

In a futuristic office, a group of teenage network executives encounters a large mob of gift certificate-wielding Elvis impersonators who cook dinner and habitually take professional athletes as hostages.

If your into fantasy like I am I think you would love this little fantasy novel it is really interesting I will be taking suggestions to fix or even make a show of this if it get supported and I will pick 3 people to give an idea for my next little novel!!!.😁😁🤩

She learned early that some things never leave-they simply change shape. What began as something invisible slowly became something she carried everywhere, settling into the quiet spaces of her life. Time moved forward, but parts of her remained suspended, waiting for something she couldn't name. She adapted in ways no one noticed, learning how to exist around what could not be undone. The world saw her growing, changing, becoming-but there were pieces of her still standing in places no one else could see. She spent years moving between versions of herself, unsure which one was real and which one had been shaped by survival. Some days felt like standing still. Others felt like moving toward something she didn't fully understand yet. This is the story of what it means to live with what remains-and what it takes to slowly become someone new.

Losing something that made you whole, unapologetic, and happy is now gone and you love life wondering if you'll ever get it back

This is a story about the Apple jelly peoples adventure to save Princess Peach from the evil Jam gang.

This story is inspired by the weekly Reedsy prompt. You can upload freely to that site but here I upload a story, the Pinterest mood board, and any other brainstorming processes. I have also decided to start drawing my own thumbnail for each so I have more to offer you for your subscriptions and your time. Not every story here is gonna be Reedsy prompts but they are often great jumping off points so that's what today will be. Here's the prompt: Write about a character who can rewind, pause, or fast-forward time. - submissions must be between 1000 and 3000 words( I may go over this word count but it will still remain short story length. ) I am sort of twisting this prompt, it wont be ONLY one of the time options. It will be a certain mix. You'll have to stay tuned to find out!

This is part 2 of my fanfic The Night the Serpent Shed Its Skin,we continue to after he runs away and what happens.

In a primitive train station ruled by a tyrannical grizzly bear, a group of renegade caterpillars becomes the train station’s only hope in preventing the grizzly bear from causing unemployment.

Loving your life but knowing you are not perfect and wanting to make a change. Change is not for the faint of heart, but for those who love themselves enough to start over.

Part one of my fanfic The Night the Serpent Shed Its Skin about draco malfoy if he ran away instead of taking the dark mark

Vagan is rotten in what he should do? Help his friend? Or stay loyal to the Church's teachings? Trust Silver or not?

A mysterious cat infiltrates an underground headquarters to gather intelligence on feline resistance leaders while preparing for a coordinated mission against aggressive dogs and humans in their territory.

The Captain prepares Tiger Tye for a mission to retrieve a legendary tuna in an uncharted pantry sector while ensuring Earth's stability by keeping a human (Provider) under control through strict protocols

The large Maine Coon Cat, an imposing figure weighing at least twenty-five pounds, with a luxurious coat of long, intricate Tortoiseshell-Colored Fur, descended the final segment of the ramp. She walked with an air of studied arrogance, her head held high as she deliberately sniffed the air, assessing the five acres of forest-fringed backyard she had chosen for her landing site. Her eyes, sharp and intelligent, were fixed on me—the large, tiger-striped cat approaching from the doorway of the house she had so unceremoniously invaded. With a slow, deliberate movement that commanded attention, she sat down in a pose of absolute regal authority, folding her long, flowing tail neatly and precisely across her front paws.