Male Fairy

Devon Bradley has always wanted a Soulmate, one who would sweep her right off her feet, the one who would become her one and only soulmate. She finally gets what she'd always wanted. But, alas, her soulmate is beyond what she'd dreamed of. Her fate is entwined with the fate of her prince charming who is the crown prince of the fae kingdom. When she falls in love with the dashing non human, she realizes that she needs to fight for her happiness, alongside the love of her life. When the storm arrives in form of foes and challenges, how well can they weather the storm? Will they end up with a happily ever after ending? Or will their love story become woefully tragic?

Welcome to the Seven Magics Academy world! Fifteen-year-old Snow White believes she's an ordinary teen. She attends Salem Academy. Hangs with her best friends. Crushes on a cute boy. And does her best not to trip over her shoelaces. Everything changes when she's bitten by a Hunter. Suddenly her world is filled with supernaturals, including vampires, witches, dragons, gargoyles, unicorns, and more. But all Snow wants is her first kiss and possibly a date to her birthday party - that is, if she doesn't kill him first.

Skye Evanore Reoch isn't your normal princess. She's a soul collecting reaper that discovers she's part of a much bigger prophecy involving the elves. Will she allow fate to run its course or will love come to interfere, creating a choice she must decide upon?

Veille’s stunning looks and dark sensuality are apparent to everyone, even from a young age. Born into an aristocratic estate alongside many other children, Veille has very little understanding of his parentage – or even of his purpose – within this opulent place, and all of its seedy clientele… That is, until the dark intentions behind his upbringing are revealed to him as he grows older, and there is little that he, or anyone else, can do to fight against it. Veille’s fortunes change upon his 18th birthday, however, when he takes advantage of a miraculous opportunity to escape from a dreadful fate, along with his two closest friends: a beauty of a woman who is several years beyond him, and a secretive but kind young man closer to his own age. Fleeing from the possessive and vengeful Madam Dro, the owner of the Estate, Veille and his friends must first learn to survive in a world that is totally unfamiliar to them… But soon the three become embroiled in a conflict the stakes of which are higher than even the ancestral Witches of Pulla’ul can fully understand. And Veille – thanks to his strange affinity with the Fae through an experience known only to a few – may just hold the key to undoing an unspeakable evil that is about to be unleashed upon the world. Enter the Greenling.

This book is the sequel to The Dark Mysteries Of Castle Free Sky. While Caine and Della plan their wedding at Castle Free Sky, the jilted Mister plans his ultimate revenge against the people who ruined his life and took everything from him. The magic is now wide awake in the castle and more secrets are being spilled. Queen Rebecca has been restored, but there is too much personal business left unattended at the moment. Fasten your seatbelts fantasy fans and go on this wild, crazy, and sometimes naughty ride with me.

After being forced to give my wife's first love my heart, I died in the hallway of the private hospital she had personally founded. My six-year-old son, Ash, had already begged her thrice by the time I had drawn my last breath. The first time was when he tugged on her hand, saying I was coughing up blood. Sneering, she claimed, "So he's finally learned something—teaching his kid how to lie." Then, she had the bodyguards throw him out of the room. The second time was when he clung to her sleeve, insisting that I rambled nonsense due to the pain. "It's just a heart transplant," she opined with a frown. "The doctor already said he won't die." At that, the bodyguards stepped in again and dragged him away. The third time was when he fell to the ground, clutching her pant leg with all his strength, crying that I had already passed out. She finally lost her temper by this point, grabbing Ash by the throat and hurling him out of the room. "I have already said it—Howard isn't going to die. Dare to disturb Skye's rest again, and I'll throw both of you out of this hospital," she warned. To save me, my son pawned the most precious thing he owned—his St. Christopher medal—to a nurse. "Ma'am," he said. "I don't need to live a long life. I just want my dad to live." She accepted the medal and was about to arrange for me to be transferred to the last available room. However, my wife's first love, Skye Whitley, had someone block the doorway with his pet dog. He mentioned, "Sorry, kid. Your mom's worried I'll get bored if I can't see my dog. This room is reserved for him."

After I announced my exit from the music industry, the public response was overwhelmingly positive. The only person who voiced his objection was my girlfriend's rumored lover, the up-and-coming songwriter Lucas Zacker. He put on a show of sincerity in front of a crowd of reporters. "It's all a misunderstanding. Matthew is an irreplaceable talent in the music industry. I sincerely hope he returns to the stage." I shut off my phone and turned a blind eye to his public plea. In my past life, one of my songs had been identical to his supposedly original single. As such, netizens accused me of plagiarism, cursing me and wishing death upon my family. Frustrated, I posted the entire creation process online, but it couldn't stand up to the timeline. His new song had been released ten minutes ahead of mine. Just because of the ten-minute difference, netizens sent me photoshopped mourning portraits of myself and even went so far as to come to my house and vandalize it with paint. The relentless cyberbullying went on for years, and it drove me into a deep depression. My parents exhausted their life savings trying to clear my name, only for crazed fans to set our house on fire, causing my parents to burn to death. In the end, when his song won an award, I jumped off a building. But who would have guessed that when I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the very day the new song was set to release.

At the company's celebration dinner, the new HR guy slapped a bill on the table—$860 for A/C and venue costs from our last all-nighter. I shot a look at Sherry—my girlfriend, my boss—thinking she'd have my back. Nope. She latched onto HR's arm and said, "Quentin, this isn't your daddy's company. Quit freeloading." And just like that, nine years of busting my ass for this company, and turns out—I was the discount item on the menu.

My wife, Ariel Sweeney, would always buy me a new watch every time she cheated on me. We'd been married for four years, and I'd already collected 99 watches. That also meant I'd forgiven her 99 times too. This time, she went on a business trip for three days, and returned with a Patek Philippe watch worth ten million dollars for me. I then knew that it was time we got a divorce.

Days before Christmas, my girlfriend, Tessa Coleman, decides to take her assistant to the beach for the holiday. I don't argue or make a scene. I even help her pack her bags. But she sneers at me, mocking me for finally learning how to be sensible now that my legs are useless. As soon as she leaves, I reach out to her sworn enemy. In my last life, when I tried to stop her with my crippled legs, her assistant ended up brutally murdered at the beach. Tessa had acted like nothing had happened, but once I recovered, she hacked off my legs and killed me mercilessly. That was when I finally realized that she had hated me all along. This time around, I'll make sure she loses everything.