Nueva Orleans, Luisiana, 1927. Amor, muchos hablan de amor cuando encuentran a su supuesta media naranja, vamos, no seamos idiotas, todos sabemos que ese estupido sentimiento no existe en realidad, simplemente nos obsesionamos con aquella persona y ya, ¿en donde entra el estupido amor? -¿entonces no me amas? -Oh, Char...
"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my...
Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a r...