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New Release: November 10, 2020 – TAS 33

It’s time for another episode of Teenaged Anti-socialite! A new school year has started and while Kara has a couple of classes with Oliver – starting and ending her day with him – she has even more with Trevor. Instantly, she knows this could mean trouble and she needs to talk with Oliver about it. But Trevor’s the least of her worries, his little brother, Shawn, is up to no good!

Teenaged Anti-Socialite: A Short Story Series – Story 33: New Semester

It’s time for the new school year, new classes and rearranged classmates. Oliver’s eager for the new year, until he finds out he only has two classes with Kara. Kara already didn’t want classes to start again, but things are made worse when she keeps running into Trevor.

Kara considers Trevor to be a friend, but can’t help but be weary knowing his feelings for her. Seeing him so much every day is going to be tough.

Trevor isn’t the only man she’s bumping into a lot – his little brother seems to still have his eyes on her.

How will Kara deal with this start of a new school year? What will Oliver do when he finds out about Trevor? What’s Trevor’s little brother, Shawn, have in store for Kara?

New Release October 21, 2020

In the spirit of October and Halloween, I wrote a horror short story; don’t worry, it’s not too scary. It does have some ghosts and a bit of a thrill.

The Record: A Short Story

Clifford’s family died in a house fire one year ago, and since then he’s been frequenting a local clinic to see therapist Sarah Gilbert.

Desperate to be able to sleep at night without being awoken by nightmares, he pleads with her for help. As he has seen other clients with them, he asks for sound therapy in form of the records she keeps in her office.

For the first time in a long time, Clifford is able to drift off to sleep with the help of the record. It doesn’t last long though, as he is awoken in the middle of the night paralyzed and staring into the eyes of something not of this world.

What is lingering over Clifford and what does it want? What does it have to do with the record? And is it linked to doctor Gilbert?

New Release July 29, 2020

Time for another episode in the Teenaged Anti-Socialite series! This time, Kara and Oliver finally have some time over summer vacation away from everyone else and he’s decided to bring her to a café away from the city. There, she’ll get to learn more about Oliver and have a run-in with a certain someone.

Teenaged Anti-Socialite: A Short Story Series – Story 32: The Cafe 

Finally able to have some time off from work, Oliver wants to go on a date with Kara. Unexpected to her, they end up on a long drive to a cafe where Oliver has some history.

Kara gets to learn a little bit more about Oliver’s past with his father and how he found an ice cream cafe in the middle of nowhere.

Why was Oliver out there? And who are the other unexpected customers there who seem to have an interest in Kara?

New Release: June 02, 2020

The story continues! It’s summer vacation and Oliver’s working overtime every day he can, only seeing Kara in the time before he passes out at night.  One day, he shows up so exhausted he ends up bedridden with a fever. Not able to stand it, Kara goes to the source of the issue – his boss – to fix things.

Teenaged Anti-Socialite: A Short Story Series – Story 31: Overworked

Oliver’s been working overtime at his father’s company. After work, he goes to Kara’s to spend at least a tiny bit of time with her but always ends up passing out early.

One day, Oliver shows up at her house worse for wear, exhausted and with a fever. Upset about his condition, Kara goes to the source of his fatigue – Oliver’s father – while someone else nurses him back to health.

Why is Oliver being so overworked? Who is nursing him? And what can Kara do to remedy the situation?

The Djinn – Story Preview

A preview of the story: The Djinn

 

Chapter 1

  

“Can you believe granny left us this house and everything in it?” Patrick asked as he stood outside of a mansion with his twin sister, Brook. Their grandmother had two kids and four grandkids, but the majority of her assets went to the twins.

Brook looked at the shutters flapping around in the wind and the broken windows. Roof tiles littered the lawn along with a few smashed gnomes. “Are you kidding? This place feels haunted.”

Thunder cracked in the distance.

“Na, that’s just the bad weather messing with you. If we fix it up and you get to see it on a clear day, you’ll fall in love with it.”

“You know how much time and money it’ll cost to fix up a place like this?! It probably has electrical wiring issues and with the size of this place, who knows what else is wrong with it. It might have rodents and other wild animals wandering around inside.”

“Think long term, sis; this place has amazing potential. Once it’s done, we can have our own college parties here.”

“And have them trash the place, ruining all the work we had done?”

“Ah ha… We’ll keep them confined to one room.”

“Right, because it’s easy to control a mass of drunken young adults,” Brook rolled her eyes.

“Come on; don’t get too caught up on the minor details.”

“Someone has to since you only like big pictures.”

“Whatever, you just love to stomp on all my ideas,” Patrick huffed.

“Where do you plan to get the money to fix it up?” He glanced at her and smiled. “What? No! We are not using our inheritance to fix it!”

“Don’t you want to keep her house in the family?”

“We need that money to live!”

“And we’ll live here. Fine, what if I get a part-time job to help with our expenses? Will that be enough to sway you?”

“You think you can get a job and keep it?”

He scratched the back of his head, laughing. “Of course I can. I know some people, so I’m sure I’ll be able to.”

“I have a feeling this is a big mistake,” she closed her eyes and pressed down on the bridge of her nose.

“Wait, are you agreeing?”

“Ugh. I… guess…”

“Yes! Thank you! You won’t be sorry,” he picked her up in a bear hug and swung her around, causing her chestnut brown hair to get ruffled.

“Ack, put me down you big lug.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he set her down and pumped his fists into the air as he danced in circles. “This is going to be awesome!”

“We’ll see about that…” Brook approached the house with the large rusted key in-hand. The key turned halfway and stopped. “Stupid thing,” she jiggled the key around and the door swung open, ripping away from her hand. “Um, I didn’t do that…”

“The house is welcoming us! Let’s go,” Patrick strutted past her.

“Right… Nothing wrong with a house inviting us in…” She grabbed the key from the door and followed Patrick in. He headed straight for the living room, flicking on every light he could find.

“A little dusty and out of style, but at least the electricity still works. It’s so spacious; this is awesome. I can see it already; a big comfy couch; a huge TV and a dance floor,” he bounced around. “Oh, if we want to check for valuables, we should probably check the bedrooms first,” he zoomed upstairs.

Brook sighed and touched the white leather couch. A tingling sensation ran up her back, and she could feel a presence behind her. She quickly turned around. No one was there. With an unsettling pit in her stomach, she rushed upstairs to catch up with her brother in the dusty, near-barren master bedroom. “Pat, doesn’t this place feel… off.”

“What are you talking about? This place is awesome beyond belief! Look what I found,” he held up a golden lamp with symbols engraved all over it. “Think genies are real?”

Ominous energy surrounded the lamp. “I think it’s best if you don’t touch that.”

“If it’s a real genie, we could wish for money, chicks and whatever you want.”

“Oh gee, thanks,” she rolled her eyes. “But seriously, I don’t think you should mess with dark magic.”

He turned to her with a raised eyebrow. “Since when do you believe in dark magic and the supernatural?”

“Since this house is creepin’ the hell outta me!” The uneasy atmosphere engulfed the whole house. Every creak from the wind drew her attention and she couldn’t help but look over her shoulder to make sure nothing was following her.

“Odd, you’ve never been this much of a scaredy-cat. How about I show you this doesn’t work and ease your mind?”

“What? No!”

He rubbed the lamp. An orange glow surrounded the lamp and purple smoke erupted from the tip. “What the hell?!” Patrick jumped back, dropping the lamp.

“Aw, you dropped my house,” a woman with tanned skin and red markings on her face, appeared. Her intricately patterned dark purple and gold garments rustled around as she picked up the lamp. She pushed her long black hair over her shoulder, dusted off the lamp and placed it carefully on the side table.

“Uh… Hi?” Patrick reached a shaking hand out and poked her shoulder, checking if she was real.

“Hello, master, I am the djinn of this lamp,” she bowed, keeping her glowing amber eyes on him.

“Master? Djinn? What’s a djinn?”

“Yes, a djinn; an all-powerful being here to serve a master. You are my master. You are the one who summoned me from my lamp, right?”

“Y-yeah, I am… Um… what should I call you?”

“Well, you probably wouldn’t be able to pronounce my original name, so you can either come up with a new name or use the one my last master gave me.”

Pat mumbled incoherently.

“What was the name your last master gave you?” Brook asked.

The djinn turned to her with narrowed eyes and a smile, “Elena.”

“Hello, Elena, I’m Brook and this is my brother Patrick,” she held her hand out to her.

Elena glanced at her extended hand and turned back to him. “Patrick,” she whispered his name slowly, staring deep into his widened eyes.

“Y-yeah, that’s me,” he pointed at himself.

“What is your wish, master?”

“Wish?”

“Yes, what is it you desire?”

“Be my girlfriend,” he mumbled, barely thinking.

“Patrick! What the hell are you thinking?” Brook yelled at him. Not only did he let his thoughts slip out, but he didn’t bother to question her about a price.

“As you wish, master,” she grabbed his head with both hands and kissed him on the lips. A white light surrounded her. The markings on her face vanished and her clothes transformed to become a baby-doll tee and skinny jeans. She held her hand out and a full-body mirror appeared. “Hmm… This is the type of girl you like?” she admired her clothes and played with her hair. “I guess you already liked my looks then.” She smiled.

“So pretty,” he mumbled.

Brook face-palmed, unable to fathom her brother’s continued stupidity. “Now what do we do?”

Elena glanced at her. “If he has me, then he does not need another girl.”

“I’m his sister, remember?” she held her hands up in defence. Elena’s eyes narrowed as she thought about it. “Besides, you can’t go around offing every woman who interacts with Patrick.”

Her eyes glowed and she held her hand up.

“S-stop,” Patrick stuttered and stood between them. “Please don’t hurt anyone, especially not her.”

“Hmm… Okay, for now,” she hummed, tilting her head to the side, losing interest. “This place is too drab and dusty for me. Nothing like it used to be long ago.”

“Don’t worry; Brook and I are going to fix this place up nice,” he rolled up his sleeve and gave her a thumbs up.

Snap. The entire room changed. All the dust vanished. The furniture was brand new and modern, unlike the 70’s furniture that was there beforehand. Even the broken shudders were fixed. “You do not need to sully your precious hands with manual labour, master,” she laced her fingers through his and pulled him close.

“Uh, you’re my girlfriend, right?”

“Yes, as you wished.”

“Then, can you not call me ‘master’? It’s not appropriate,” he cringed, thinking about what other people would think when they heard her.

“Okay, as you wish,” she leaned in close and whispered his name. “Patrick.”

His head spun and face burned. “Y-yeah, that’s my name; don’t wear it out,” he laughed.

“I guess we should officially move in now,” Brook mumbled, wanting to get away from the unwanted visual in front of her.

“Where is your luggage?” Elena asked, stroking his cheek slowly.

“It’s at home still because we wanted to check the place out before moving in. And if it wasn’t live-in ready, we were going to rent a place nearby.”

Elena didn’t give Brook so much of a glance. Instead, she kissed Patrick again. “I see where it is.” She snapped her fingers and their bags appeared in the entryway along with a pile of stuffed animals, a laptop, video games and consoles.

“Um, what the hell?”

“Those are what I saw in his mind as your luggage; is it not right?”

“We weren’t bringing all of that here; just the duffle bags are enough for now.”

“Ugh, fine,” she snapped her fingers again and everything other than the bags vanished.

“Um, that didn’t use a wish, right?” Pat finally spoke again. “Wait, how many wishes do I get?”

“No, honey, I did this of my own free will,” she giggled, a genuine smile crossing her face. “And…” she thought for a moment. “You get as many wishes as you want. If it’s within my power, it shall be yours.”

Brook watched their interaction with interest. “Is this the first time anyone has wished for you?”

Elena paused for a moment, flustered. “If you must know, yes, it is. In my thousands of years and hundreds of wishes, no one has ever asked for me to be theirs as a woman. They only wanted riches, fame and women, but not me.”

———–


Continued in The Djinn

New Release: March 31, 2020

I’ve been working on this story for a while now, and it’s finally been released! This is a supernatural thriller (maybe a bit horror) about two college students – fraternal twins – who moved into their grandma’s house and found a magical lamp containing a female djinn. She’s out to please her master, but her attachment to him is too strong and she wants to be the only woman in his life.

The Djinn

Fraternal twins Brook and Patrick inherited a house from their grandmother when she passed. With the mansion being near their college of choice, they decided to move in.

In their grandmother’s bedroom, they found a golden lamp. Unable to fight the urge, and despite Brook’s protest, Patrick rubbed the lamp and a beautiful djinn appeared. She recognized him as her master and without thinking he wished for her to be his girlfriend.

Initially, he’s elated, but jealousy quickly rears its ugly head. She is determined to be the only woman in his life and is willing to use her magical powers to get rid of all the women in his life – even Brook.

Will Brook be able to survive the psychological and physical torture and stop the evil djinn from murdering the women who know Patrick?

New Short Story Release: March 25, 2020

First off, I hope everyone is staying safe at home as much as possible during this pandemic! We’re all in this together.

Now, for my short story series Teenaged Anti-Socialite, to continue. (Can’t seem to stop writing this one; I love it too much!)

This time Kara finally stops running away at the drop of a hat and makes a decision that may change her relationship with Oliver.

Teenaged Anti-Socialite: A Short Story Series – Story 30: No More Running

Their vacation at the beach house is reaching the end, which means Kara, Oliver and the others all have to attend the Bowen Family reunion.

Oliver’s uncle is in charge this year, and he’s decided to change it up. Instead of a dinner, there’s a masquerade and instead of it being family and their guests, he’s invited a slew of other people in the area.

While trying to find Oliver in the crowd of masked people, Kara is approached by someone who thinks he knows her quite well.

How far is this fellow going to push? How will Oliver react when he finds these two being too close for comfort? And what is Kara surprised she wants to do?

For Her Hand – Story Preview

Since I normally create short stories, I never thought of putting up a preview of one of my stories. Since For Her Hand is a bit longer than my normal works, I figured it’s the perfect chance for one!

For Her Hand

 

The carriage rocked as it traversed over the bumpy dirt road leading to the enclosed, abandoned city of Metallia in Terrakin. “Why do I have to go through this again?” Alexa snapped, staring at the thick, bolt-like cuffs on her wrists, “and are the magic handcuffs really necessary?”

Her fellow passenger, and personal attendant, Jakk, sighed. “They are necessary for you; you’d probably blow up the carriage and run away again if those weren’t on you. Once we’re safely inside the city walls, I’ll take the cuffs off.”

“This is the fifth time I’m being sent…” she stared out the window to watch the passing forest scenery as their daylight faded.

“Yes, and normally one in your position would have already found a suitor in the first competition, the second one at worst. Being a royal and still not betrothed at twenty-five, you are quite the troublesome little lady.”

“Is it my fault none of them can beat me?”

“Well, yes, it is. You could take it easier on them; you did kill one last time.”

Guilt washed over her as the scene replayed in her mind. The suitor had pursued her again and again without slowing down, until Alexa snapped, using a stronger magic blast which ended up destroying the buildings beside and behind him. “I didn’t do it on purpose; I even tried to save him after the rubble crushed him, but healing magic isn’t my forte.”

“Yes, you always boasted you didn’t need it because you’d beat everyone before they had a chance to hurt you. You know, it’s not too late to put more effort into learning support magic.”

I’ve been trying to in secret, Alexa thought. It wasn’t only because she didn’t want to learn healing magic, but rather she had a low aptitude for it. Every time she tried, her powers would burst and fizzle out. “Maybe you should stay close since you excel in everything supportive.”

“While I will be around during the allotted time you have for sleep, I am not allowed to interfere and follow you around during the competition. You know the rules. I’ll only intervene if absolutely necessary.”

Oh, how I wish I could blast these cuffs off and run away from it all. She hunched over, hanging her head as they approached the city gate. “Why can’t my parents just let me stay single? Why do I have to find someone? How many people have already failed to defeat me? This is a waste of time!”

“You know staying single isn’t an option for you.”

“Why not?” she clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

“It takes a lot of work to run a country; can you imagine having to do so all on your own? Besides, you’re the only heir and in order for your direct lineage to continue, you will have to b—”

“What if I don’t want—”

“Stop being a selfish brat.” Alexa flinched back, startled by Jakk’s yelling. While he regularly got mad at her, he never raised his voice; always calm, cool and collected. “Ahem,” he coughed, clearing his throat, “I’m sorry, but I think it’s time you realized how serious your situation is.”

“How about letting me find someone another way? You know, meet someone and fall in love…” As if I’d fall in love anyway… I haven’t loved anyone since him… She played with the silver rose necklace he gave her on her fourteenth birthday; a keepsake from his mother.

Alexa thought back to when she was little and used to visit the nearby orphanage with her mother, who was there to assist them in trying to build a better life for the children. At first, she felt out of place, gawked at by the other children, until one of the older boys there invited her to play with him, even if it meant the others might shun him.

From then on, none of the other children mattered to her. Even the nobles’ children who visited, failed to pique her interest. The years she spent playing and talking with him were the happiest of her childhood, until that fateful day, the day the orphanage burned down. It happened in the night while everyone slept. A burglar broke in to steal the money the queen donated to them and as they left, the place set ablaze. No survivors were found.

I’m so pathetic, loving a ghost for over a decade. Why is it so hard to move on?

“Love… is not enough to keep you safe,” Jakk’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

“Previous competitions have proven I can keep myself safe.”

“Those suitors were out to defeat you and win your hand, not kill you. The world is full of more terrifying people than you can ever imagine and you need someone you can trust at your side to help keep you, and the country, safe.”


End of preview. Continues in For Her Hand.

New Release: January 08, 2020

Been working on the next story in Teenaged Anti-Socialite and another short story for a while (almost done on the other one), and I’ve finally finished another episode in my favourite series.

This time, Kara and Oliver’s summer vacation continues, an easily misinterpreted event happens that sends Kara running again. Oliver notices too late and ends up in trouble of his own as he runs off to find her.

Teenaged Anti-Socialite: A Short Story Series – Story 29: Be Careful

Still on summer break, Aaron decides he wants a swimming race with Oliver. But what good is a competition without a prize? Aaron decides the prize himself and makes it so Oliver won’t want to chance losing.

A girl from the past interrupts them before the match, but Oliver didn’t notice Kara take off before the race even started. Running out to find her, Oliver ends up in a bit of trouble himself.

Who will find Oliver? Will he and Kara reconcile or is this it for their relationship? Where did Oliver find himself?

New Short Story Release – October 29, 2019

I’ve finally finished another story in my Teenage Anti-Socialite series! This one took even longer than the last, but it has also turned out longer than normal. Too much banter I suppose, but I love it nonetheless.

This episode contains an important step for Kara to move forward in her life as someone from their past appeared back in her life while she’s on vacation with Oliver and his family.

Teenaged Anti-Socialite: A Short Story Series – Story 28: Please Forgive Me

With summer break started, Kara is ready to relax and get in some well-deserved gaming time. Oliver pops up with an offer of a getaway to his families beach house for a week. Regardless of her answer, he’s required to go as that’s his yearly family reunion.

Although a bit reluctant to be away from her family for long, Kara agrees to go. Little does she know there’s a familiar, unwelcomed face waiting for her at the beach.

Who will they meet up with at the beach? Why is Kara so stunned to see them? How will they deal with the situation?