Tania Mello

The life of a New Species is about to change. [By Tania Mello]

Helena Lecter

A second can mark your life, you can play with destiny in the blink of an eye or in a magic step. A word, a look, a gesture can bring about drastic changes in our lives. So beware.

Taynara Freitas

After attacking more than one New Species companion, Justice North decides that Vengeance can no longer live near humans. Forced into the Reservation, he no longer feels anything but hatred for his kind. Exiled and considered dangerous, his adaptation went from bad to worse. Everything Vengeance wanted was written in his name. Revenge. But that wouldn't be possible cornered and guarded in the Wild Zone. Everything changes when in a mess on the Reservation, Vengeance manages to escape to the outside world. Seeking shelter, he finds himself inside an abandoned shed. Or at least that's what he thought until he saw a bunch huddled on the ground under a dirty tarp. The rough floor of the shed didn't bother as much as it had the night before, Amberly knew it was only a matter of time before they shooed her out of the place, but she had no idea it would be as quickly as it was happening. . Invaded by panic, she couldn't understand what she was doing in the arms of that huge beast that carried her, due to the last events of her life, the screams stuck in her throat remained trapped there, the fear of being surrounded by a stranger made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, reminding him of how terrifying his confinement was, the constant abuse, the beatings and the hatred stamped in the eyes of the former aggressor. And worst of all, the only thing she could do was keep breathing.

AyalaOM

Breeze loved a male, but he didn't sense her feelings. It was one of the few times she felt terrified. Now her heart is torn apart, but she doesn't let anyone know. But being strong all the time is impossible. And when she falls Jaded will prove to be a male who will pick her up after a hard day.

jonasexistiu

In the vast and indifferent fabric of space-time, where improbability is a constant and logic is rarely invited for tea, there exists the Department of Interdimensional Bureaucracy (DIB). Its purpose? To ensure that reality remains minimally functional or, at least, sufficiently confusing so that no one notices otherwise. But something went wrong. Horribly, catastrophically, fill-out-three-copies-of-reports wrong. Immanuel Breckford, a man whose greatest achievement until then was remembering where he left his keys, unexpectedly finds himself involved in one of the DIB's most catastrophic failures. Upon receiving a Temporary Ontological Adjustment Request Form 42/B, his existence is recalculated. To correct this cosmic blunder, the DIB sends Artemis Xyllan-7, Senior Auditor and specialist in metaphysical disasters. Armed with an expired stopwatch, a pen that alters probabilities, and the patience of a black hole, she has little time (and even less desire) to fix the problem before the universe decides to file Immanuel away permanently.

Lêh Duarte

Entre encontros inesperados, lembranças que insistem em voltar e caminhos que parecem se cruzar por acaso, uma velha conhecida tem a tarefa de narrar aquilo que acontece entre as linhas. Mas nem toda história nasce com um destino definido. Às vezes, algumas pessoas chegam para ficar. Outras, apenas para ensinar alguma coisa antes de partir. Há encontros que parecem coincidência, sentimentos que surgem sem aviso e escolhas que podem mudar completamente o rumo de uma vida. E, enquanto as páginas avançam, uma pergunta permanece: será que somos nós que escolhemos nossos caminhos... ou alguns deles já estavam destinados a nos encontrar? Entre acasos, encontros e destinos, talvez a verdadeira história esteja justamente naquilo que nenhuma das três ainda sabe como terminar.