A man makes a chilling discovery after surviving a long night in an icy landscape.

Sebastian has never seen himself as an adventure he's never seen himself as anything but a dreamer. But when his sister Elara vanishes unexpected one day Sebastian knows he has to do something to find her. When things don't go exactly his way he has to use his wits and a few skills he's picked up along the way to get her back. He never expected that getting Elara back was only going to be the beginning of a new chapter in his life.

The fame and success are too much but when does that become minimal to the falling out of reach of life itself? To travel through time would be a gift to anyone. Not to the big man, the boss of gift-giving. Some might call him the best saint nick they've ever had. What does one do when all that comes crashing to a halt because the Grim Reaper is knocking at your door? Just when Nick Sandrovault thinks he's finally has life all figured out he is in for a rude awakening and discovers the most powerful gift of all. It is more than just being kind and helping others that makes the heart burn with compassion for humanity. The adventure of falling in love in the strangest of ways can change a man in more ways than one and this rollercoaster has only begun. Everything that goes up must come down.

Truth leads to realisation, realisation leads to confusion, confusion to love.

This is the story of a United States Marine Corps veteran who loses himself in life after service. After a near death experience on the frozen lake, he sees his life through a new set of eyes. He realizes he has the power to take charge of his life again.

An icy accident plunges a man into a fight for survival, where he encounters a mysterious stranger who challenges his understanding of life, death, and the power of memory.

In nature, predators exist because they keep prey population under control.

Chapter 1 will try and update weekly.

The suns of Pegasi 51 b dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the barren landscape. In the twilight, a silent procession of cargo ships descended, their hulls emblazoned with no insignia, their origins a mystery. The rebels watched from their hidden encampments, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation.

The moon hung low, a ghostly sentinel over the quiet lake, its surface glassy like a forgotten memory. I stood at the edge, the chill in the damp air sinking into my bones. Alone, with only the whispering trees for company, I fiddled with the frayed sleeve of my jacket, the fabric a shroud for my restless thoughts.