"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

Paris, 1940. As the Germans invade her beloved city of Paris, aspiring jazz singer Vivienne Dumont leaves everything behind for her family's summer villa in the charming seaside town of Bordeaux. Instead of finding refuge, Vivienne is forced to assume a new identity when Nazi troops encroach upon every corner of her home country. Hiding her Jewish heritage, Vivienne is swept into the upper echelons of Nazi high society, thwarting the romantic advances of a malevolent German officer as she attempts to survive. When given the opportunity, Vivienne risks everything to hide other refugees in plain sight under the guise of operating a quaint hotel from her summer home.

"Death is not equal after all," said Lady Daphne aghast with realisation. She was fuming. Her eyes were drenched in sin, but her tongue... oh her tongue was blessed with truth. However, the light-haired, rose-tinted woman bore the former no answer. Her boots just keep the situation away from any impending silence. Perhaps, that was her response-a wordless, dying silence. Madame Mortem had thought she always knew better. She did not. "And why would it be?" The lady scoffs. "Especially when she wishes to make bed with her succeeding victim." Credits for art @ their original owners

Do we want to escape the realities of our lives if there were only pleasure and happiness, not horrendous lies? Some say an abundance of darkness is what makes us appreciate a trickle of light. There was meant to be a balance not a pit of chaos in this world of ours. This is the collection of my internal conflicts, the thoughts that overpowered me with the darkest hour where the monsters chased, destroyed and ruined me to the edge of insanity. Fourteen year old me was scared and misunderstood. But eventually, I found my voice in form of words that understood and made me the way I am today. A strong person who can fend off those monsters with blood tinted swords. No more fearful To all the people out there, I acknowledge your presence and understand your feelings. You are surviving the horrors of life. But one day I promise you, It will be all worth it in the end if you believe in yourself.