Downies Coins

When my mother won a million dollars from a lottery ticket, she prepared an envelope for each of her three children. After we opened them, my younger brother and younger sister each found a bank card inside. But from my envelope, two 1-dollar coins clinked onto the floor. Seeing me freeze, a trace of unease flickered across Mother's face. "Cassian," she said hesitantly, "Logan and Sienna suffered a lot growing up because your father passed away so early. So I gave each of them 500 thousand dollars as compensation. "You're the eldest son—like a father to them. Don't fight with them over this, okay?" I glanced down at the faded down jacket I had worn for years, the fabric so worn that it had lost its color. Then, my eyes drifted to my younger brother's limited-edition sneakers and to the designer bag slung over my sister's shoulder. Mother seemed to have forgotten that when Father died, I had only been eight. I smiled faintly. "Alright. I won't fight them for it." Hearing this, Mother let out a long breath of relief. The next second, my voice turned cold. "Then I won't fight for the responsibility of supporting you in your old age either."

Not all coins have just two faces . . . Finian Relish is the casual kind of child who thinks having two sisters and a brother is the bane of his existence. His life changes when he finds a mysterious silver coin on a lone walk home. And when it presumably saves him from the clutches of his usual bullies in school, he starts to suspect the coin is not as ordinary as he thought. But then people close to him start to get hurt and the coin starts to show a third sinister face that follows him into his dreams to haunt him and he finds out not all coins have just two faces . . . The coin keeps reappearing stronger and more powerful in their lives after several failed attempts to dispose of it. Finian realizes having much siblings is an advantage as he must work with his sister and brother to figure out a way to get rid of the diabolic coin for good before it kills them all and spreads it's evil all over.

On her 21st birthday, as a college student with a limited amount of money, her best friend Alissa sent out 10 invitations to 10 billionaires hoping for a few little gifts and/or money. They received 7 gifts from 7 billionaires but 3 gifts were especially unique... The billionaires themselves, The Crown Brothers.

As soon as I get off the surgical table after my miscarriage, my husband, Presley Quinn, sends me a text message. "You were ten cents short when you paid your share of the power bill this month. Transfer the money to me immediately." I can only sit on the cold bench in the hospital on my own. The anesthesia has yet to wear out, but my belly is already hurting so much that I can practically feel it constricting on itself. The next thing I know, a new post appears on my social media homepage. It's a post made by Vivienne Ashford, the intern Presley is in charge of tutoring. In the photo, Vivienne can be seen holding a bouquet of flowers folded from money bills. A bright and radiant smile blooms on her face. The four-leaf clover necklace adorning her neck is the same necklace I've seen in Presley's purchase history two days ago. The caption of the photo writes, "I don't want a lot of money. I want a ton of love instead." Only then do I remember that today is Valentine's Day as well as my fifth-year anniversary with Presley. Over the past five years, Presley and I have been splitting every single bill, down to two decimal places. If I take a shower for more than 20 minutes, Presley demands that I pay extra for the water heater's power bill. When I cook myself some supper in the middle of the night, Presley wants me to split the gas bill generated by the stove. Even when my mom is hospitalized due to kidney failure and is waiting for her surgical bills to be settled, Presley refuses to lend me a single cent. Instead, he sends me a few links leading to web loans. As I stare at the social media feed, I chuckle all of a sudden. It turns out that Presley does know how to spend money. It's just that he doesn't have the heart to spend it on me. I smile once again as I leave a like on the post. Then, I transfer the ten cents to Presley. From now on, I don't owe him any single penny.

A story about brotherhood and friendship, even wars, schemes, and tactics. All set in the late antiquity of Pars, in the fictional capital of Clapestris. On a rainy fateful day, two separate legends are born and brought together as siblings. Being known as a freeloader, all that Darina wanted to have is a secured place in the palace. As a prince, Thariem has a responsibility to secure his way to the throne. Surrounded by royal jealousies and war-like times, Darina and Thariem are competing against each other. In the midst of their competition, a tragic event agitate. Bound to perform their heroics, they are set together to resolve the tragedy while thriving to find themselves and win their desires. With all the prowess and sacrifices they can allot, they have to redeem their kingdom from its downfall, while there is still time.

There was a legend in Mist Pack that whoever possessed the Moonstone Pendant, which was passed down through generations of the pack, would spend a lifetime with their fated mate. When my mate, Lucas, fastened the Moonstone Pendant around my neck, he promised he would never betray me. Later, on the day he publicly ordered me to take it off so he could place it around Layla's neck himself, every werewolf in the pack waited to see how I would react. After all, everyone knew how deeply I loved Lucas. Every time he led a hunting party, I would wait for him atop the pack's highest watchtower. It didn't matter how fiercely the snowstorm raged or if I had to stand there until dawn. Every werewolf wondered how I would tear Layla apart. But when Layla appeared before me while elegantly linking her arm through Lucas's, I simply removed the pendant and fastened it around her neck myself. While holding Layla in his arms, Lucas looked at me with contempt. "Diana, if you can stay as obedient as you are today, I might just let you remain by my side." I touched my bare neck with a blank expression on my face. What Lucas didn't know was that just before the ceremony, all of my memories had returned. I was the daughter of the Alpha King. I was also his only heiress. In three days, my dad would arrive at Mist Pack with his elite guards to bring me home.