Effie Haymitch

Of all the ways to lose her virginity, Cindy Baker chose to have a one-night stand with a total stranger, one she knew nothing about except his first name - Kyle. Her mother’s ill-health, her unplanned pregnancy, and her new job which came suddenly, hit her all at once, plunging her into a sea of confusion. When Cindy and Kyle reunited, the steamy sensation that once swept them off their feet seemed far, upon realizing that Kyle had gotten married to a certain Stephanie, a good-for-nothing, whom his mother had forced on him. Who is Stephanie, really? What could be worse when Cindy found out that her boss, the one who had made life unbearable for her, was the mother to her one-nighter - Kyle? Read, as more secrets are unraveled!!!

There can only be one mean and ruthless CEO to be feared by many in the world of real estate business, but can be sweet and vulnerable when he is with the love of his life, or, so Mabel Thompson thought. After cheating Michael Adams slams Mabel with divorce papers, and her world is turned upside down. She wonders where the loving and caring husband she had known all these years, vanished to, all of a sudden. The mystery is unraveled as Mabel, through the help of her husband’s cousin, Sophia, discovers that her best friend is her husband’s mistress. What can be more shocking to Mabel when the air between her and her best friend is cleared and they both discover the one true mistress of her husband, one who has been living under their nose as an imposter? Read as Mabel Thompson rises to the top, despite getting divorced while being pregnant, the struggles she faced birthing a child in a world so cruel, and how she takes her revenge on everyone who caused her pain.

Hope was the girl who lived on the street, with her mother Effie, other homeless people all knew about her, the girl who was dragged onto the streets by her mother, when she was just an infant. But the circumstances behind why they were homeless, was always a mystery , something about her father not caring, or that her family didn't care. There were times were she just didn't know where she was supposed to belong, or who she was supposed to belong to.

A lone dove, white as an angel, flies across the sky. As it glides and soars, it feels a tug beneath its wings. It looks down, and a single tear slips along its fine feathered face. It watches the droplet all the way to the ground, through low-hanging clouds and maneuvering trees, until it lands gracefully on a small green flower, in a small green pot, on a blood-stained windowsill. The dove wavers in the air for just a second before flying far from the house. Though it feels guilt, it doesn't look back.

Excerpt: "Heartbreaking? That's a new one. I've heard people describe my curse as depressing, tragic, unfortunate and even pitiable. But I haven't heard heartbreaking yet. So, your heart breaks for me, then?" "How could it not?!" Effie exclaimed. "I can't even imagine what life must have been like for you! And it makes me angry for you too!" "Oh? Angry?" Effie nodded her head resolutely. "The way everyone talks about you around here, making you sound like a weak and fragile prince. It makes me angry! The only way I can see it is that it would take a very strong person to survive as long as you have while living with so much pain." "I appreciate your kind words," Reign replied sadly, looking down at the floor. "But I don't think they're exactly wrong. I really am weak. I didn't try to survive. I tried to end my own life to escape the suffering." "I don't think that makes you weak," Effie maintained, offering him a gentle smile. "Unless someone has gone through what you have, I don't think they have the right to judge your actions. Although I'm very glad I was there in the forest that day, so I could stop you from ending it all. I, for one, am glad you're still around." Reign's expression relaxed into a warm smile, his eyes now searching Effie's face so deeply that she suddenly became self conscious, and turned her head away to avoid his gaze. "What are you looking at?! Is there something on my face?" "You smiled," Reign replied contentedly. "I think that was the first time I've ever seen you smile. It lights up your face." ------ Euphemia Blackmoore is a witch. And if you didn’t know, that’s a very bad thing to be in the kingdom of Avanthia, where being a witch is completely outlawed and punishable by death. The "Witch Hunt" as it was called, was a royal decree enacted over one-hundred years ago by the royal La Croix family. So then, how did our Euphemia (Effie for short) end up working in the very court of that very same La Croix family who would burn her in the streets without trial if they ever found out her secret? But as it turns out, sitting in the belly of the whale may just possibly be the safest place for Euphemia to be… at last for now, anyway.

Effie grew up never knowing her birth parents or family. But she created a family with the other outcast teenagers she grew up with. They were wild and care free always seeking the next thrill. One such event had her crashing a race car into what she thought was an abandoned warehouse. Instead she crashed into a secret and sacred clan ceremony. And as fate would have it instead of ending up dead for her interrupting she became the chosen one and had apparently been returned to her family. But Effie does not want to play by their rules and become the tool for a family that had apparently not cared or wanted her.

Effy Stone finds herself reincarnated as an advanced synthetic human AI in the year 2089 after living a life dedicated to destroying AI advancement and was killed after trying to execute an AI humanoid robot as part of a radical anti-synth group in the year 2032 when the AI acted in self-defense. In this life, Effy is what she hated in her last, and working for a rich CEO Lazaruth Quaid who is vehemently anti-synthetic. She hides that she is a "violet blood" from everyone including her hot boss, but how long can she keep it up?

For thousands of years, the mundane and the mythical have coexisted side by side, separated by veils that may not be easily breached With the mythical beings being superior. However, once in a while, they venture into the human world through portals for a little diversion. While going through a heart-wrenching heartbreak, Effie Makaio accidentally becomes a doleful werewolf. While adapting to her new being, she was sent out of the human world. Being lonely at heart seeks refuge in the Night Park. Reon Styles, the park’s next alpha, seeks to grant her refuge on the condition of posing as his future Luna to get his father off his back. Effie knew she could easily act as his mate and get her pass into the park, right? What happens when she finds out the truth behind Sam?

I walk through the Capitol streets to the hospital, where Haymitch is. Yet, I keep feeling like I'm being watched. I duck into an alleyway, just in case. I feel large hands grab my shoulders and whip me around. It's Aspar, my overbearing ex. "What do you want?" I ask. It's been years since I've seen him. Not since I got assigned to district 12. "Come with me." He says. "No." I say. "Why do you want me to come with you?" "So I can get what I never got." He responds. "I need to get to the hospital." I say as I try to push past him. He puts his arm out to stop me. "Do it or your little Haymitch in that hospital is dead." He whispers. How could he know about him? He sees the look of shock on my face and holds a gun to my head. "You can join him, if you'd like." He says. This is a continuation of a story on Wattpad, so you should go read Things Change!

Greenfield, a picturesque little town where it rains 85% of the year. Black Pack, home to the indigenous pack in which I reside—unfortunately, also home to werewolves, or rather, wolves as per the legends. When you think about it, you don't imagine a pack of teenagers with hormones raging. Yet, unfortunately, these are our protectors against vampires and corrupted witches. Even Ichabod, who is still a young adult, manages to be reckless, always striking that grumpy macho pose. Idiots who couldn't keep the secret, not even for a 17-year-old teenager, which obviously is me. Nice to meet you, Effie Sagan. - posted on another app with the user of the same name (the orange one with BIG W)