Maahi Kapoor, a fiercely creative fashion student from Ahmedabad, has always chased color-until heartbreak shatters her spirit and her future. Zoya, a psychology student in Islamabad, hides her loneliness behind perfect grades and polite smiles. When both women start blogging anonymously to process their pain, they unexpectedly discover each other-and something neither of them knew they needed. As their virtual friendship deepens into a lifeline, Maahi fights for a career in design while healing from betrayal, and Zoya confronts the quiet implosion of her mental health. From India to Pakistan, Bangalore to Paris, their words travel farther than borders ever allowed their bodies to. Beyond the Boundaries is a powerful story of sisterhood, survival, and self-discovery in the age of screens and silence. A celebration of creative expression and emotional resilience, this novel reminds us: some of the greatest love stories aren't about romance. They're about recognition.

"Rule number one," He whispers, pulling back to look me right in the eye, "Never let your guard down." He flashes me a cunning smirk as I stare at him, stunned at what he had just done. Only, he makes a mistake of turning to see what everyone else ahead of the bleachers is doing. I smirk and take a step back forcefully. Just as he turns his head back to face me, I swing my arm at his face. "No. That's rule two," I snap, "Rule one is never turn your back to your opponent." Faye Williams is not the type of girl who would call for the attention. However, she calls things as she sees them. Faye's not afraid to use her fist, for that's all she's ever known. Some call her a good girl while others call her a rebel. What most people don't know is that she's witnessed things that not many people get to witness. With an unstable mother who blames her for a needed divorce, she's seen, heard, and knows plenty. It's not until she moves to Miami, Florida with her dad, that trouble arises. Let's just say that the odds are not in her favor, especially when it comes to that notorious 'bad kid' Travis. Yet, for some reason, she feels that fixing the bad boy will mend herself. When a powerful gang leader, a notorious bad boy, vengeful mother, and two faced acquaintances enter the equation, Faye knows there's nothing to save her now. *Copyright © 2013* All rights reserved.

A smile crossed Death's cold, skeleton face. "Looks like you're out of a job," he told her. The angel looked up at him, shocked. "I-it's not as easy as it looks," she insisted. [A compilation of short stories that are sometimes about life, but mostly about Death.]

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In this futuristic novella, Lace Heavensmall is trapped at her high school during Freak Week, a global warming side effect that makes weather -- and people -- act completely nuts. Written by: Grace Helbig and YOU Want your chapter to be included? Check back each Thursday for a new "Writing With Grace" episode and chapter prompt. Make sure to tag your submission with #WritingWithGrace. Read the full Rules & Regs on the @writingwith profile page!

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Book 2 of The Famoux Trilogy! Updated every Friday for #FamouxFriday.

After a steamy night of passion with a stranger, Lesra is finally ready to throw away her old carefree habits to become a surrogate to a couple who cannot conceive. But what happens when the same stranger she slept with is the father of the surrogate baby she will be carrying? Tensions will run high in this story of lust, lost and the true meaning of a mothers love.

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14