newborn cologne

I never saw his face. I only breathed him in. He passed me once—on a crowded platform, just long enough for the scent of his cologne to reach me. It wasn’t just a smell. It was a memory I’d never lived, a heartbeat I’d never heard. And in that one breath, I fell. Now I chase a ghost made of fragrance and fantasy. Friends call it obsession. I call it fate. He doesn’t know I exist. But I’m about to change that. A story about the chemistry we can’t explain, the strangers who leave a mark, and the magic of falling for someone who may not even be real.

Korey is an average guy,since junior high he has a crush on a guy that goes to his school,in their senior year,they were assigned to work on a project together, during their time together they got seemingly close but one day Korey seemed to have found out something about his crush And that changed his life..forever

An Earthly soul, due to a series of unfortunate events is freed from its mortal coil and awakens as a trapped monstrous entity in a new world. As he adapts to his new situation, he navigates a new world filled with the impossible. His dive into the unknown has just begun. First thing's first though, - "I've gotta get out of this prison".

18 year old, Rebecca Menzies, was attacked whilst walking home from work one night. Now she has been thrust into a new world of vampires, fairies and who knows what else? Will she survive in this new world?

Hello! I just came here to say that, sadly I wouldn't be able to continue this novel. I am sorry for those people who looked forward for the next chapters but I just lost any motivation for continuing writing.

The Earth is left unprotected as Earth is changing Unknown virus that infects everything. The land moves, overgrown vegetation and forests Human mutating, animals and insects becoming monsters and beast. Hidden beings coming to light. As this could be a blessing or a disaster.

" What do you mean that's not Sierra". The prince thundered griping the old man in whits Collar in a blind rage. " It would do you good to let go of my collar Your highness say you let a war brew between the church and the royal family" The old man in white said. So he's a Prince " I'm saying that isn't Her Lady Sierra isn't here her soul has vanished it's another soul that resides in her body ..." " So your saying that that Villaness escaped the punishment she was supposed to suffer " " Yes your highness so what do we do with her" They turned to look at me one look filled with hatred and the other Pity " I'm in trouble aren't I " I said I'm always in Trouble

An editor, whose wife died 3 years ago, slowly started regain intrest in novels, again, because of some authors he met.

Another season of the Glory Professional Alliance, and new gods have risen where the old had fell. Three contenders for the title of “Battle God”, Blue Rain’s “Wandering Swordsman”, Happy’s new team captain, “The Ghost in Broad Daylight”. The day before the 17th Server’s release, Blue River tells the newest guild leader some stories of the past. On Qingming the next year, Ye Qiu follows his brother to Hangzhou. Five years was enough to build new legacies, but the old would never be forgotten.

"Beware, oh Light. For when your Herald falls, so begin the drums of war." World eating beasts, gods that are supposed to be gone, an evil sect of the powerful elite planning from the shadows, A dead Herald of light and Heralds that cannot sing anymore. Wierd new Krystals that are killing people. Yup, The Empire is a drum of fuel soaked shtak waiting for one little match, and I just might be it. My name is Aletta Cologne, and yesterday if I was asked to introduce myself I would've said; bounty hunter by day, bounty hunter by night. Antiquities dealer every weekend, Scholastic Historian when I've got the time. The only thing cool about my life is the fact that I am best friends with a Herald. Heralds are the glue that holds The Iragan Empire together. Ordained by the Great Mother herself to sing her prophecies and make life so much easier for the rest of us. That all changes when my mother; THE Herald of Light, is murdered, and the heralds begin to lose their mana, fulfilling a three-thousand-year-old prophecy. The Nazgul are world eating creatures of the dark that have been locked out of this dimension for thousands of years. They have never stopped searching for a point of entry. Without the Herald of light, we are the weakest there is. If we do not find my mother's killer, then her soul cannot anoint the new Herald. Without the Herald of Light to keep the Velos gate closed the Nazgul will come through and consume our existence. Oh, and there is a shadowy sect of the Elite plotting to rip power from the heralds. I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.