The Sanctuary of Letters
The Sanctuary of Letters is a collection of letters that I (Melody Pond) have written to authors. That's basically it. :)
The Sanctuary of Letters is a collection of letters that I (Melody Pond) have written to authors. That's basically it. :)
Emmy Graham is a young, successful therapist who helps people to get better mentally. One day, she gets offered the job of a lifetime, but it involves working with one of Americas most famous criminals. Serial killer, to be exact.
UNDER MAJOR EDITING Rusty Grimes: Rick and Lori Grimes' daughter who has an open heart and desperately will do anything for her restricted love with Daryl Dixon. Which sometimes means breaking the rules. If she sets her mind to something, anything can happen. So what happens when Rusty falls for a man barely a few ye...
Fact #1: Everything is always easier said than done. Fact #2: Karma's a bitch. Fact #3: I need to get my acts together if I really want to survive. Jemma Lassiter: nerd to the bone. The good girl, the invisible. But when for no apparent reason Jemma flips on the first day of school, she gets noticed. And not just by...
Blair was the perfect normal girl going to collage. With her perfect boyfriend. Living her perfect life. Everything was going as planned, until she met the mysterious Winchesters. The more time she spends with them, the more secrets become revealed, in which she knows she will never be able to forget and that will s...
Life is never what it seems. I've learned that long time ago. I am a hunter. I have been one since I was little. I have learned to fight, lie, cheat, steal, and act like a federal agent just to save people's sorry asses. And through that rocky road of life, I have set up rules to make my life easier. But I don't nee...
I will never forget the day I met Daryl Dixon. /// I reached my hand out for him. "I'm Underwood, Holly Underwood." He does nothing. I pursed my lips in frustration. This kid is difficult. Finally, he slowly takes my hand in his, and does a slow shake. He mumbled something, still not making eye contact. "What?"...
Sometimes, I hate my life. Wouldn't it be better for everyone if I just got the courage to slit my wrists, put the gun of a barrel in my mouth and pull the trigger, or fasten a noose around my neck? These were my thoughts before half of the people in my life were murdered and before I met the best person in my entire...