Lee_C_Conrad

When Nadia is handed a new novel in a series to edit, she isn't exactly thrilled. What Nadia doesn't know is that the story she'd been handed is about to come off the pages. One character in particular is not happy with the way the story is going. He's a side character name Xyle. Xyle is angry that he has been treated so poorly in the series he was written. He has a few things to say and mistakes Nadia for the author at first. Nadia has no idea what to do with this inhuman warrior that has stepped off the pages of the novel she is editing. 
     What's worse, he starts to come after her in a far different way. When Xyle realizes that if you want to stay alive you need to find a way to be a lead in this world. To him it seems obvious that Nadia is a female lead. A female lead that does not appear to have a male lead in her life. How is that not a perfect opportunity to escape his fate and get what his original author denied him? A life, a mate and even simple joys. Xyle realizes pretty quick that Nadia is going to make this hard. To bad he's already used to a hard life, and being denied. He's going to win this time, even if he has to write their fates himself into the pages of this story.

Desires of a Lead

Vincent did as he was told and kept his head down once he was back. He did not let excitement in at his potential for escape. He knew any change in him, his father would grow suspicious. So he just did what he always did. The day he was going to leave came and something made Vincent feel very off. Concerned and halfway through the day he realized that Octavious was nowhere to be found.

"Damus, where is my father?" Vincent had asked one of the men in his father's pocket.

"Left earlier. Octavious doesn't have to tell us what he is doing." Damus looked at Vincent with an odd glint to his eye. He just knew. Without a word Vincent turned and bolted for the door. He was past the guards before they even realized what happened. He could move faster than most them anyways. His eyes started to burn blue and Vincent already knew he was going to be too late. Somewhere, somehow he'd messed up. How he didn't know, but he had.

Stolen Chance