*This story will no longer be updated. Only 23 chapters have been published. Read at your own risk of cliffhangers, tears, and being angry at me ;(* Fame, wealth, youth, and beauty is the dream life for most women. For 19 year old Daphne Evers, it's a reality. Heiress of her father's multi-billion dollar empire, she finds herself constantly drowned in the spotlight of attention and men who only seem to like her for the money. Despite her good looks and high class status, she remains the selfless, innocent girl her mother taught her to be. It's no secret that almost everyone envies the beautiful girl. But the question is...how far is someone willing to go to get what Daphne was born into? The answer is kidnapping. When her father's night of media and glory is crashed by ski-masked men with fake guns, Daphne finds herself tied and thrown into the back of a van. Being held hostage for ten million isn't that scary, not really. Not when the kidnappers are complete amateurs. But when Daphne finds herself thrown into the arms of one of the most wanted and notorious criminals in the country, that's when things start to go wrong.

❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016

She'd shown up at the bookstore every day since the start of the winter season with a pen, a journal, and a pad of post-it notes stuffed in her bag. She spoke in metaphors, and sarcasm rolled off of her tongue like it was second nature to her. Her name was December, and Greyson Kaye couldn't keep himself from falling hopelessly in love with her.

This is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that gives off its own light entirely; that scintillates. These are simply some of my explosive, supernova-like thoughts; and mostly mindful drabble. © Copyright 2016 by Lily White. All rights reserved.

so this is what it's like to be human

I am his siren, and I sing out for him; FORLORN NIGHTS OF SPRING is a collection of poetry. © 2017-2018 ally maková, all rights reserved.