A sequel to Soup!

A shifter called Soup and his human, Missy, live together up in the field of flowers.

With Missy now suspecting Soup's true form, their bond becomes rocky as Soup struggles to accept what that may mean for him and the life he has decided to lead away from society.

Refusing to give up on her, Soup chooses to turn a blind eye in the hope that life can continue as it did.

But when all seems like it is settling, a fierce storm rips through the lands and brings with it a new creature collapsed in the wildflowers.

With no identity, the lost creature is taken in and nestled into the home of two with the new name of Stew; with the hopes that someone will come forth to claim her.

Struggling with a whirlwind of energy around the calm home as the days go by, Stew only raises more questions about a shifter's life in a crueler world beyond the train tracks.

So, why does she want to return so desperately to it?

A shifter, shunning society as a human and living through his feral form, finds the light in humans again through a simple offering of soup and the kindness of a heart not wanting to give up on it.

Missy, a kind and daring young woman, lives alone up on the hill of wildflowers.

With ambitions of making it big, she sews dresses and feeds the shifter she affectionately calls Soup, believing it to be nothing more than a wild animal she can enjoy the company of and spill her stories to.

But strange things have been happening since Soup turned up.

Ingredients have been dropped into food packed away in the fridge. The house has been cleaned out of its disarray, and a single thistle has appeared in a bottle on the table.

As questions are raised, Soup must draw the line of what he believes should be reality and fantasy.

The questions in my head are endless. Every time I ask a question I can't find the answer, it drives me to madness. The voices inside me keep calling me pathetic.  And I wake up in a place that looks like my home, but it's not my home. I know this. I'm sure of it.

Dünya gözlerimin bana oynadığı oyunla dönüyor. Bir yanıp bir sönen, gözlere işkence eden ışıklandırmalarla başım ağrıyor.  Kısık, buğulu bir ses yankılanıyor kulaklarımda. Düşünüyorum neden diye bir kez daha. Ne zaman sorsam cevap veremediğim bu sorulara bir kez daha cevap arıyorum. Neden insanlar dinlerde, mitlerde iyi ve kötü diye ayrılmaz? Neden ibadet eden, ibadet etmeyen şeklinde ayrılır. İnsan olmamız için iyi olmamız neden yetmiyor tanrılara. Ben neden sırf görmediğim bir şeye ibadet etmedim diye cezalandırılacağım? Bu mantıklı mı? Düşünüp sorguladıkça çevremin istemediği birisine dönüşüyorum. Peki ya ben böyle istiyorsam. Niye hep ben düşünüyorum, niye hep ben evet demek zorundayım? Niye? Kimine göre iyidir sorgulamak çünkü kendisini geliştirir ve yargılanmaz çevresi tarafından o kişi. Peki ya ben kıstım burada. Sesimi çıkaramıyorum. Sadece bu sorularla da değil, bu soruların getirdiği tonlarca yük ya çevrem kabul etmezse beni, ya her şeyi daha boktan hale getirirsem diye düşünmekten, kafamı meşgul etmekten yoruldum. Bu sorular uyutmamaya başladılar beni. Ya bir cevabı yok ya da ben bulamıyorum. Bu düşüncelerle boğuştuğum sırada mide bulantımda ortaya çıkıyor. Ayaklarım benden bağımsız hareket ediyor. Şu an beynimin değil ayaklarımın beni yönlendirdiğine yemin edebilirim. Ayaklarım bir noktada durduğunda yarım yamalak düşünebilen beynim, kapı olduğunu düşündüğü yerden içeri giriyor. İşte her şey burada son buluyor. Beynim bana oyun oynuyor sanki. Dün akşamdan kala hatırladığım tek şey bunlar. Bu çakırkeyif kafamla eve gelebildiğim için gülümsüyorum kendime. Ama bir sorunum var. Bir evin içinde bulunuyorum ama evim değil. Evin boyası benim evimin boyasına benziyor. Duvardaki tablolar, konsoldaki saksı ve Libertas Heykeli… Evime benziyor ama evim olmadığına eminim. Evi incelemeyi kesip bir insan arıyorum ama bulamıyorum. Kimsenin olmadığına emin olduktan sonra çıkmaya karar veriyorum ve evet yine bir sorun kapı kilitli. Gördüğüm her yere bakıyorum. Çekmeceler, koltuğun altı, yastık kılıfları fakat yok, anahtar yok. Balkona çıkıyorum belki atlayabilirim diye ama beş katlı bir apartmanın sondan bir önceki dairesindeyim. İhtimaller geçiyor kafamdan atlarsam kafamı çarpabilirim, en iyi ihtimalle kırıklar ve çiziklerle atlatırım. Fakat bu en iyi ihtimal. En sonunda balkondan içeri girip bir koltuğa oturuyorum. Sıralıyorum soruları kafamda. Nasıl geldim, kimin evi, birisi mi getirdi, getirdiyse neden yok, neden ev kilitli, neden çıkmama izin yok? Bu düşünceler sinirimi bozuyor. Bir telefon, bir haberleşme aracı arıyorum ama yok. Sanki bir şey beni bastırmak, kısıtlamak istiyor gibi. Tekrar ayağa kalkıyorum. Yaklaşık 1.5 cm olduğunu düşündüğüm kapı deliğinden bakıyorum karşı daireye. Maviye boyanmış bir ahşap kapı ve muhtemelen ev sahibi tarafından kapının üzerine resmedilmiş simgeler. Bu bana hem uzak hem de yakın olan kapı sayesinde düşüncelerimden biraz uzaklaşıyorum. Kapıya vuruyorum birkaç kez duyan vardır diye ama yok. Çıkamıyorum bu lanet yerden. Tekrar koltuğa gidiyorum ve yatıyorum bu sefer.

I just tried everything I have been through this whole time, I can’t believe I grow up this so fastly, sometimes everything happens so quickly. Everything I gotta do I overthink about it. It’s like I got no Strange anymore. I feel so lazy. I don’t even know what to write now Because of my mind in a race. (you don’t even know how I fell every day about everything) Life is a race we running always we even don’t know what we going after, what we chasing here or there. Every day we wake up and we just do what we have to do after we just think about what we have to leave to do like is there anything else left we have to if it’s we going to do it. If not we just being.

So time, tricking tricking. Every time we just do better or worse. We just do our own fucking thing. I just really want to know what is this. We were a baby, kid, child, teenager, man, old man this line I mentioned previously’s going on. I positively believe this has happened again and again like a cycle, this is a repeat process. Like our ordinary life. Don’t you tired about all of this. We earn money monthly but it’s burned by daily.

I think I got a long journey ahead. I just do whatever I gotta do now. Because I want to escape from this. I just want to live like a human. Human of good minds like a simple man. I’m really tired of being afraid of everything like always. I just feel unhappy I want to be a free, free-minded man. like everyone else. When my mind not in the right position I feel uncomfortable. Like I just want to escape from that moment and go to a better place But there is no such a place as that. But every time I’m trying my best to be my best me. So let be me. I’m still trying.

Thomas is a vampire. Olivia is not. Their families won't let them be together at any cost but they still manage to run away from home and live together happily ever and ever....or do they? Read Thomas And Olivia to find out!

Fictional Narratives

Photographs of children with thier eyes crossed over with black marker are a common sight to Scala; thier unseen dragon guardian.

Scala is expected to guard the ever-changing rotation of branded, vulnerable children sent for her protection while giving up her own chance at motherhood.

But everything changes when a mate, Ari, is presented to Scala who she has picked out from a spread of marked suitors.

Little does she know, he is a human male, and the only one who can understand her draconic language. He has been prepared for this day to make the union flawless.

But a bigger plan is uncovered as dreams of motherhood become real.

Thier love for each other is only the start of it all.

Can thier love grow despite the challenges that face them?

Will they remain bound to each other?

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Be warned that there are two mild sex scenes in this novel and one highly suggestive chapter.

One sex scene at Chapter 13- Bound Together, and another at Chapter 17- Dragon's Call. The suggestive chapter is 21- Actions and Results.

I had never owned anything in my entire life, not even myself. But the day I ran into these woods that changed.

This is the first of many chapters I have stored in my mindflesh. I hope it terrifies and teaches you. As always, please enjoy yourself. All feedback is always welcome.

-S.T

One young woman stuck between two worlds. One she knows very well and one she just discovered. Her past holds secrets that she could have never thought of. One decision will change her life forever.

Girl by night, mermaid by day.

Bambina Gallagher has a secret. One that's hardly believable. Being cursed to be a mermaid may seem amazing to some but actually living it is a nightmare. Never being able to make friends with other people because she can't let her secret be known. What teenage girl wants to be studied, right?

But, what will happen to her when Aiden Parker finds her swinging one night at the park and discovers her secret the next morning on her way back to the ocean?

Will he keep it to himself?