Is Love really sweeter the second time around?

Personal essays about life : identity, women, widowhood, families, relationships, love, money and much more

(Seducing Drake Palma Book 2) "Hindi na ako magpapadala sa 'yo, Drake. You're just going to make me fall then smash me into pieces once again." It's been four years since Alys graduated from St. Claire's High. And by now, naka-move-on na siya mula sa first serious relationship niya no'ng high school. She now has a man who treats her like a princess, the man who has helped her pick up the pieces of her broken heart-si Tripp. Her feelings are secure and her life is full once again. Or so she thought. Ano ang gagawin niya ngayong siya naman ang hinahabol ng isang Drake Palma at hinihingan ng isa pang pagkakataon? Pilit iiwasan at tatakbuhan ni Alys si Drake. Pero masusubok ang kanyang tatag kung hanggang kailan niya mapaninindigan ang desisyon niyang to forget and let go of that once in a lifetime epic love.

A small collection of poems and stories on love . hope u all will like it!!! some stories r heart touching and may make u cry!!!!!:-) sorry for mistakes!!!! and yeah don't forget to vote,comment and follow!!

Naomi Jacobs never thought she'd get caught in the middle of the most ridiculous prank of the year: a rat infestation in her school. Left with no other choice but to complete thirty six hours of mandatory volunteer activities with Carlos Moralez, the least she expects is to enjoy his company. But the more time she spends with him, the more she realizes he's not the arrogant rockstar she thought he was. Carlos understands her and she can't help but feel drawn to him. Then something terrible happens, forcing Naomi to make a choice between her family and the boy she has come to love. Where We Stand [SPIN-OFF. IN PROGRESS] ~ ♢ ~ Lost in You ✓ [SHORT STORY. PREQUEL. COMPLETE] Megan Carter has been harboring a crush on her best friend Aiden Rowe ever since she turned seventeen. So when the lights go out on New Year's Eve just before the final countdown, Megan does the unthinkable. She kisses him in the dark. Assured that Aiden will never find out, Megan decides to keep it a secret. Admitting her feelings could just be the end of their friendship. But is Aiden as clueless as he seems?

Every girl is wondering about two things: 1. What do I want to do with my life? 2. What kind of person do I want to marry? So I traveled around the world looking for answers. Five men, three continents, one prophecy... And an appearance on Chinese reality TV. I thought fairy tales only existed in leather-bound books... Until the phone rang... This is a true story.

Will it be FOREVER or TEMPORARY?

Do you know anyone with a crippling, morbid fear of flying? Well, you do now. I have a theory: An event one spring day in the town cemetery at the dawn of my existence had everything to do with planting a stark view of life and death which led, eventually, to a profound mistrust of infernal contraptions that carried you up into the sky. Because of that profound mistrust, vast portions of my prime were spent (and misspent) on long journeys aboard trains. A trip that would have been a blip in time by plane was an entirely different deal on the train—days and nights, not hours. Veritable miniature eternities. This led to encounters, adventures, dilemmas and situations that could only happen on a train—and not merely because of the train’s comparative slowness, but because train people are an entirely different breed of human from airplane people (or bus people, for that matter, and that’s another story). Trains are so....well....so existential. This stark view of life and death, which also had plenty to do with me lobbying my mother (in vain) to get busy on building a fallout shelter in our basement, had some stiff opposition. To be an American child in the 50s was to open one’s innocent eyes on the post-WW2 decade, an era jumping with progress,plenitude, dazzling crazed optimism and fun. Nightmare glimpses of atrocities from that big bad war we missed by the skin of our teeth bobbed to the surface occasionally, sobering us and reminding us of our aberrant good luck, and in my case, whispering that innocence was but a thin, thin membrane, that this world I’d been born into was a seething, infinitely complicated place, and I’d better pay attention. But let’s have some fun! Here we go, with Bad Boys. What’s rock ‘n’ roll but the shot heard ‘round the world?