Dickinson Novels & Stories

It was quite easy to transform Jane Puckett, scholarship student and chronic coffee drinker, into Jailbird, the mysterious masked dancer in Fantasy Island. The hangover would have to wait. Bills didn't pay themselves.

She had been widowed for many years before she fell in love with Flora's father, Jack Turner. That was how Flora Turner became my stepsister. In my previous life, I had fallen deeply in love with Flora. That love and desire for years had turned into a wild night, and I was glad to be what she needed. The next day, her lover, Sean, walked in on us. He forced himself to swallow the humiliation and said he would recognize us. Later, he ran away from home and disappeared for a whole month. The police eventually found a bloodstained tie at the edge of a cliff and a pile of bones at the bottom.

Donovan saw the police officers at the door, and his expression changed. He immediately put on an ingratiating yet awkward smile. "Officers, this is a misunderstanding. It's all a misunderstanding!" He pulled out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket and tried to offer them. The officer waved him off.

She had wavy hair and a delicate face; she looked incredibly sexy. She was the president of the Eleganza Corporation, Emily Dickinson. The other woman was in her 20s. She had a long black dress, and she had beautiful features. However, she had arrogance written between her eyebrows. That was Emily's cousin, Tilda Dickinson. Emily was not interested in antiques, but Tilda loved them. When Tilda found out that Mid City's antique street was opening that day, she pestered Emily to go with her. Wow!

The lonely, yet stunningly beautiful death or simply Sebastian, ran his fingers through his long thick black hair. Bright citrine eyes surrounded by rich black lashes glance across the bare landscape. The year 1245 a.d. Sebastian once again is late to save his soulmate. He always finds them, male or female, moments after their death. He rubbed his eyes and kneeled down next to the young woman that had been crushed to death by a stampede of buffaloes. He gritted his teeth and cursed the fates.

K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

Something in me tells me she is not here to say merry Christmas. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨

Her amethyst eyes shined bright as she turned them to everyone who was in the room. She walked pass her sister who was smiling at her at some point. Her sister even raised her glass at her and mouthed the words ‘I am proud of you’ at her. Veronica nodded and they walked through the stairs where her father stood along with the supreme dark-priest of Dexo Fernia. Her father was holding the crown that Veronica will wear.

CHAPTER 22 HYACINTH The dining room was quiet—too quiet. The clinking of silverware against plates was the only sound that filled the air. I could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me. Silas sat at the opposite end of the table, his posture rigid, his eyes deliberately avoiding mine, as if acknowledging me in this setting would somehow shatter whatever calm he was trying to maintain.