Dakiane

"I started to find a sadness that governed the place where men came to fulfill their satisfaction, hidden behind the playful and happy smiles of the people here," he said.-As long as the never ending bruises and scars will keep forming on my frail body, and the immense pain will course through me, this brothel is my home.I was uneducated and helpless, living in the hands of poverty. The only thing I had to offer, as a sixteen year old girl, was my body as I had been forced into this business since I was a child. But then there is one night, one client. And that is all I can say.-A story of a man who alleviates the suffering of one, while alleviating his own suffering.Strictly 15+ this story is one heck of a ride.…

Dakiane

The Eastern crown of the world is divided into four clans. The chieftain's daughter of the Scillian clan has been kidnapped, creating an uproar. A war is on the brink. Everyone can summon an element, and Aedan's talent for fire can set the world ablaze or save the Great War. The chieftain has threatened to cause ruin and murder until his daughter is brought to him safely. While the clans prepare for a strife-just after the Scillian's daughter is kidnapped, Aedan notices supernatural happenings and discovers a deadly secret which puts his entire clan in danger, forcing him to make a crucial decision.Disclaimer: Book cover made by me but the credit of the illustration goes to THIAGO ALMEIDA on DeviantArt. All characters are mine but I have borrowed concepts from AVATAR.…

Dakiane

"You write so beautifully. Your mind must be terrible.""If only you knew."-Self- deprecating Tal Furmanski is stuck with the failure-family of her class at summer school with Jordan. Life had never seemed so depressing when she had to drag herself to school in the summer. But then the dragonflies came- with passion, adventure and love.And life had never gotten better.…

Dakiane

you were a memory of a boy that I never knew. or rather, a stranger in my phone book that I acted like I knew.and so it all began at quarter past three.credit to Arctic monkeys. [diary entries of Luna Amato]…