Demands My Soul

A Transgender Heroine's Journey & Romance Novel

From THE ONE Universe

Chapter 21: The Pressure Cooker

By Ariel Montine Strickland

How will Serina react when Craig's goons attack her by intimidating her boss in the name of gantering information for the case as Craig appeals their lower court win?

Copyright 2025 by Ariel Montine Strickland.
All Rights Reserved.

Life Passed

A Transgender Paranormal Fantasy

From the Paranormal Visitor Universe

Chapter Twenty-one: Love's Triumph

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

Will the circles be summoned as points of light were appearing all over Cedar Hollow?
Will both Elias and the elemental be transformed by the united circle?

Copyright 2008, 2025 by Sasha Zarya Nexus.
All Rights Reserved.

In the quiet heart of southwestern Wyoming, a small town clings to its small-town ways. But when a sudden boom brings big money and bigger secrets, what’s left of the town they thought they knew?

As usual, I want to thank Malady for beta reading, and helping edit.
I'd also like to thank those who comment for their part in beta reading too! :-)

Chapter 32

July 5th, 2028

10:00 AM

Subject: You’re not who they cheer for

From: millieB@ghosttrail.net

To: denise.smith@gradecounty.org

Denise,

You looked radiant in the parade. The ponytail, the swimsuit, the cheers. All so perfect.

But let’s be honest. They weren’t cheering for you. They were cheering for the land. The trust. The inheritance. You’re the vessel, not the victory.

They smile because they want something. They praise because they’re afraid to lose access. You think they see you—but they see acreage, not identity.

You’re not their daughter. You’re their deed holder.

Enjoy the spotlight while it lasts.

—Millie

Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.

Late March - New York - Mark Steele’s Penthouse

Mark tried to be helpful. Really.

He knew what posh girls used on their faces though he never really had the money to buy any of it when he was working at the Licorice Elephant. So he bought Angel three types of cleanser, and a Sephora haul large enough to bankrupt a minor country. The first morning, he left a care package on her side of the sink: organic moisturizer, a detangling brush, a perfect lipstick matched to her skin.

Angel found it and said nothing.

Chapter 4 September 10th 2025

Grace pushed the big shopping cart thing and searched for the specific jar of pickles that had been eluding her for far too long. It wasn’t so much that the job of “personal shopper” at Wal-Mart was hard, it was just very dull. It did have it’s advantages, she could leave her earbud in and listen to music, and she didn’t have to talk to people.

She glanced left and two young guys whose t-shirts confessed their love of hunting and cage fighting were coming her way.

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Orphan Petal

January 2024 - Part 2

Things are about to change in Shirleys life

The Bit Bucket

A Transgender Paranormal Romantasy

From the Paranormal Visitor Universe

Chapter 22: The Reward Revealed

By Sasha Zarya Nexus

Will a higher power recognize Meda for her choice of using redemptive power rather than turning to destruction?
How will Aislynn's College for the Blessed react when they find out how Meda is rewarded for the way that she offered redemption to her sister Morgana occurs?

Copyright 2025 by Sasha Zarya Nexus.
All Rights Reserved.

Chapter 7

It took a week, but Willow ended up with twenty-six seats and a hefty invoice to pay, which she did, immediately. She sat down to list the twenty-six who would be there. Two would be her and Garry, two would be the two girls from the office who pulled the rabbit out of the hat, and others would include Vivienne, Nancy, the Head, Hilda, the Russells, Howard, her parents and the Bishop. She expected that Gina would have reserved seating for Maisie and the two husbands.

Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.

“Hey Steph!” The unmistakable Scottish twang of The Angels’ newest member calls to me as I take a glass of complementary champagne from the refreshments table. “I hoped I’d meet you here today!”

“Oh — hey Dina!” I reply with an excited giggle, which is thanks in no small part to the clingy asymmetric black dress the model is wearing. “I LOVE that dress, is it bespoke or a label?”