Jaime's kind of glad he's dead. Dying was painful. He just didn't know he'd land up in hell. Confronted with an admin issue on Heaven's part, Jaime must stay two weeks in hell. This sounds like a really bad idea, until Lucifer grows on him: an angry and opinionated narcissist who loves cereal. This is a tale about self-discovery, friendship and the individual experience of spirituality and religion. ---

Musa Nesengani's life is turned around when her thug life comes back to haunt her in America. Her gangs are in war with each other. A new boss demands to see her. She must travel back to her home to get rid of the threat rising. An old friend stands in the way of all this. Will she be able to defeat the threat or will her heart have other plans?

Major Noelle has an almost perfect life in Mexico with her father but when she is persuaded to move to California to build a non-existent relationship with her mother and her family. Will she be able to cope with the lies that soon unravel themselves and not fall into the same traps from her past including the god that lives next door, the one will the perfectly mounded lips, her not so sure ex crush's brother and might I add, the alpha of almost all her complications that seem unending. Will she be able to follow her heart and let history repeat itself. Or change it herself. Read and find out

All I'd wanted to do was live.. Living was for those who wanted to be free.. and freedom comes with its costs So be it.

my lips shame of unspoken words. self-written with a sprinkle of inspiration here and there.

It'd been exactly one year. Nothing has really changed. And so I held the pen and wrote, "The heartache feels fresh even though it's just been a year old. I now know why. I know why the heart is only now starting to cry. I know why the pain keeps me up at night. Everything wrong, I labeled right, every lie, I labeled true..." I let out a breath I hadn't realised I was holding in. There. I finally let it all out, and it felt good. I hated him for leaving. I hated him because I was crippled by loneliness. There was still a nagging emptiness in my chest. And so I wrote again; " They say that sometimes you miss the memories and not the person, and for a while I believed that was what I felt. But no. I miss you and I knew I always would. R.I.P Nathaniel.J.M. " And for the first time since he left, I cried not because I hated him but because I missed him.