Wishing Spell Chris Colfer

He presses her hard to the wall, but make sure to secure the little girl head, his hands at his ex-wife waist tightened as his trembling lips opened, his voice quivered as he said something near her ears. "I wont be a bad guy anymore Xiara, dont leave me again, okay?" he repeated it over and over again like chanting a spell, but the pit at his stomach only continued to grow. His eyes flash a bit of crazy obsessiveness and paranoia as the hand that hold Xiara head a while ago gently stroke her head with great restraints. Tilting her head, Xiara blinked, "Who are you?"

Raleigh is a wolf/goddess, that has no idea that she is. Her mother has had her wolf and magic bound. Her mother believes that she is part of a destiny. One that involves, Prince Chris, whose father has also bound his powers. Both being descendants of god's, and in Rae's case, a goddess. They can control elements. Rae's is the wind while Chris controls storms. They have a job to do. Neither know of their powers until they are awakened. No one knows that Hades is coveting Rae. She's powerful being a full blown goddess that has been given powers. He wants her with him and Persephone.He hides in the shadows and commits a series of murders to attempt to keep people away from her. What he doesn't realize is that Rae is fated to, not just one but, two mates. One Alpha wolf and one demi god. Prince Chris has a destiny. He's told at a young age that he is going to have a destined queen but that he won't know who she is until the goddess tells him. In an effort to respect that queen, and his best friend, he decides to break his best friends heart. She can never know how much he truly loves her. Toby, watches Rae grow up with a sense of needing to protect her. With wolves being almost extinct, he never expects to find his fated mate. When he does, he has to leave her in the midst of girls being murdered that are similar to her. What happens when they find out that they are all fated? Will they accept it? What happens when they find out has a secret child? What happens when they bring the attention of the hunters? Will Rae fulfill her destiny?

Welcome back to Clifton Heights. Sheriff Chris Baker and Father Ward meet for a Saturday morning breakfast at The Skylark Diner to once again commiserate over the weird and terrifying secrets surrounding their town. Sheriff Baker shares with Father Ward the story of a journal discovered in the ruins of what was once an elaborate koi pond and flower garden, which regales a tale of regret, buried pain, and unfulfilled debt: “Sophan” – Jake Burns has always been a bit...off. Rude, awkward, sometimes brutish, he's tolerated by Nate Slocum and his friends because he hits a mean line drive, and because they all know but don't discuss the abuse he faces at the hands of his troubled father, a Vietnam veteran consumed by his demons. But Jake is suffering something far worse than domestic abuse, and when Nate discovers what, he faces an impossible choice: help Jake and put himself in the path of evil, or abandon him, only to damn himself in the process. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

For years, no one had been able to activate the last dragon's heart. No one except a poor young thief. ___ She only had one job–stealing a precious stone. Yet it landed her with an overbearing dragon. ___ Locked and chained, Scar suddenly awakened when his heart palpitated for the first time in decades, coming face to face with a young girl cradling his heart. In his vengeful attempt to get it back, they activate the spell binding him to her. Now not only was his heart stolen, but he was also enslaved. Scar vowed to kill the girl once the bond was broken. The only problem is no one had ever successfully broken a dragon bond, nor would it allow him to harm its new master. ___ "Oh... um ... sorry. I didn't mean to…um.. pry. I'm... gonna go now." I stuttered, inching backward from his penetrating gaze, glancing around for a way out. "I don't know who you're, but I do know you're not here willingly. Seeing as you're chained and all." Silence. "How about I set you free, and in return, you get us out of here?" Silence. Maybe he couldn't talk, so I did the only thing I could. Grabbing the keys, I fumbled with the heavy chains of his cage. His gaze finally shifted to the wooden box I dropped on the floor. "Fancy, isn't it?" I said. "I've never seen anything like it before. But then again, I'm not familiar with expensive stuff." A deep rumble rattled from his throat, freezing me in place. I glanced up at him wearily. "Run." And then he was charging towards me. ___ Tropes: Enemies to lovers. Hidden identity. Reverse harem. Betrayal. Revenge. Arranged marriage. Contract. Escape with pregnancy. Forced proximity. ___

When Juniper Shay was 12 years old, rogues from the Rogue Lands attacked the Cross River Pack, seeking to destabilize the monarchy once again and to take care of a little hybrid girl that would have powers that could devastate their cause. A rogue caught Juniper, and the scars and the new sound of her voice made her an easy target for bullying, however; the future Alpha King, Euan O’Connor, wouldn’t have it. Now, they are both of age and are excited at the possibility of being mates. The leaders of the sleuths, prides, and packs in the Rogue Lands are ready to take over the kingdom of Màni and destroy the little hybrid girl. They learned their lesson from watching the way the dark Fae and spell casters were defeated when they started their “war” on Eferhile. They won't make the same mistakes. Will they be able to outsmart the Royal family and their loyal subjects? Will Juniper get her revenge on the rogue who silenced her?

For eight long years, Bryan Millan and I were married, but you’d never have known it by looking at his life. He never once acknowledged our relationship in public. Not a single post, not a single mention of me on his social media. Then came our anniversary. The day that was supposed to be about us. Instead, Bryan made an announcement on his Instagram account—just not the one I expected. There he was, hand in hand with his assistant, her draped in a wedding dress. The caption read: [When you're in love, you want the whole world to know.] The comments flooded in. [Bryan finally got married!] [Congrats! Wishing you a lifetime of happiness together!] In that moment, I could no longer lie to myself. Bryan wasn't reserved. He just never loved me. So, I decided to let go. But he wasn't ready for that. He clung to me, desperate now. But I pried his hands off and laughed—a real, genuine laugh, the kind that comes from somewhere deep inside when you realize you're finally free. Then, I looked him straight in the eye and said the words I'd been holding in, "Don't beg me to come back. Because now that I don't love you, I've never felt better."

Nineteen years ago, a prophecy appeared in the land of Calla Empire. "The day has come. The Goblin's Bride will be born. The Goblin will rise again." Mothers who were pregnant were f*rced to abort their unborn children. The Queen who was bearing the King's sole heiress was left with no other choice but to escape and run away from the Empire. Amara Fairoza turned into a lovely little girl. She was loved by the people of the woods and was always been a fan of folklores. "My children, do you want to know a secret?" said by an old woman when Amara was seventeen. "It was the Royal family who cursed the people. They were the ones who spread the disease and blame it to the Goblin. They took the Goblin and locked him under the palace. The Goblin's trapped into a deep sleep. A spell was casted by a witch and no one could wake him except for the kiss of his bride." She didn't have any idea back then that she was the lost queen of the empire and the Goblin's bride.

Kaida Galloway has dreamed about him all her life. Her mysterious stranger, a man who’s not real, yet knows everything about her—including the weird anomalies she’s dealt with since a teenager like her ability to manipulate water. When a letter arrives from a birth mother she’s never met, she jumps at the chance to get answers. Heading to Six Fates Island, she discovers she has two sisters who’ve, apparently, been waiting for her. They seem to think she’s a key to unlocking a centuries-old curse. Oh, and that she’s a witch. As if that wasn’t crazy enough, the man of her dreams is, in fact, flesh and blood. And their chemistry is creating some serious magic.Destiny waits for no one...Brady Meath’s childhood was steeped in island lore. One of his ancestors killed a Galloway during a witch trial, and for three-hundred years, the two households have been at odds. Legend states when three-by-three from each family are born, the spell that has riddled both lines with the inability to find and keep love can be broken—if they can join forces in performing fated tasks. Brady and his brothers never believed the myth. Until he comes face-to-face with the very woman who’s haunted him in sleep. And her powers. Now they’re in a race against the clock and fighting a brotherhood of hunters to fulfill their part or future generations are doomed. The first task belongs to Brady and Kaida, but Fate can only take them so far. Can love do the rest? Fated Series: Bewitched is created by Kelly Moran, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

There is a Past and then there is a Present. What should be our choice? To go along with the Past, feeling the familiarity of it or to go along with the Present, wishing for something new and hoping it to be amazing? With Past, we already know what to expect and know that it will not hurt the same if something goes wrong again. With Present, we don’t know what to expect and also feel that it may hurt even more than ever. So, should we let go of the past or ignore the present? With all these confusing and unanswerable questions there are a few people who are ready to tell you their story. This is the story of one among such people who has a tough but again, not so tough choice to take between past and present. Hope whatever choice that person takes will be near to perfect one, or at least far away from worst.

Blurb The downpour washed the dark alleys of Ole Keating Village like Jupiter is wrathful towards the small town. Every time the lightning slashes the skies sending frightening thunders everywhere, the little boy’s strides become faster. “You’ve got nowhere to run, boy.” He harshly covered his ears just to get away from the taunting voice. The heavy rain somehow managed to wipe the blood from his body yet the pain unrelenting to grow. He fell on his knees resulting in another painful and ugly scratch to bleed. He looks like a beaten rag. He hasn’t eaten for days and the fearsome encounter he just escapes didn’t guarantee his safety. Even limping, he tried to get on his feet just to stumble and fall on the cold, hard ground again. A loud sound of the honking car filled his ears as the blinding light approaches closer. Surrendering, he lied flat on the ground wishing the pain finally ends. Sounds of boots slapping the water from the road come into his senses but he’s too weak to care. Someone’s checking on him but all that he can think of right now is the girl she left alone in the old warehouse. “S-save her…” he mumbled, tasting blood in his mouth, “Please save her.” The darkness pulled him and he finally gave in.