From the author of You, my Punishment and Have you..? 'Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn't possible have any direct correlation to one's happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It's really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.' I closed the page of my laptop and sighed. The things I've been reading were not helping me to have peace with myself. I looked in the corner of my room. It looked gorgeous. The blue balloon looked gorgeous. Blue stands for communication, for trust. For logic and for calm. Blue is thinking, light, sun, sky. But to me, blue has the worse inside. To me blue is cold. Blue has lack of emotion. Blue is unfriendly. It was never there for me. No one was. Blue looked gorgeous from the outside, but from the inside it was empty. Empty as my soul. Nila was having a battle inside of her. Her mind wasn't logical. Things never made sense. She was trying to find something, but always ended up with empty hands. She knew that there was a truth somewhere hidden in the world. She knew she would find it. She started receiving letters that was going to change that. But what she didn't know was how broken she would be when she finally found it. How many broken blue balloons will there be when she has finally peace with her mind, peace with her own yellow paint. ~ Islamic romance story. I warn you for the grammar mistakes.

"It's irrevocable. But I can't help but think that if it all never happened, we wouldn't be like this. My mother wouldn't be so distressed all the time. My father wouldn't be so irritable. And I wouldn't have grown so quiet." -------------------------------------------------------- She was filled with void - empty space that swallowed her whole, leaving nothing behind but silence. Cold, echoing silence. This is a story of a muslim teen. Copyright 2014 © by a_bookgeek

[COMPLETED] When down on her luck, Abby Redding lands a position as the personal assistant for wealthy businessman Alex Carter, her first assignment is to fix up his new cabin in a remote town. Things don't go as planned when an unsolved murder and a haunted cabin leave Abby Redding fighting for her life. Is her handsome boss hiding secrets? Or is there something more sinister afoot?

Summer Jacobs knew full well about her town’s tradition. Every year at the end of the summer, a party would be held on school grounds without the knowledge of the parents or the teachers. It had been happening since before Summer was born and never once was anyone the wiser. This year however, everyone was going to find out. Summer had planned a weekend of alcohol, bad decisions and horrendous photo’s which she would later un-tag herself from on Facebook. A whole weekend with her friends at the biggest party of the year, without any worries or parents telling her what to do. So how she ended up trapped in the school with a deranged psycho killing her classmates off one by one, she will never know. It wouldn’t have been as bad if she was trapped on her own. She would have been happier to face the lunatic solo rather than be trapped with a guy who kept using the life or death situation to make passes at her. His theory was being so close to death should definitely loosen her up, and by ‘loosen up’ he definitely meant ‘get naked.’ Along with his friends who between them had the IQ of a baby tree stump, an outcast who probably still had Spiderman bed sheets and the cheerleaders who were more worried about all the blood staining their new white jeans, they had to somehow make it out of there alive. And to think, Summer’s biggest worry that weekend was waking up with a brutal hangover… ©makeandoffer

You've heard her side of the story. And now... you'll hear theirs. They're the guys who contacted Mercedes Ayres for one reason: To lose their virginity. Maybe they heard a rumor about her services. Maybe a friend told them. Or maybe they found out by accident. Some of them are nervous and want to make sure their girlfriends have the perfect first time. Some of them don't know what they're getting into. And some of them want to find out exactly how far a lie will get them. In this series, you'll get to know the story behind each of the guys who get into Mercedes' bedroom. Tommy Hudson, the boy in a long-term relationship who unintentionally starts the whole thing. Nerdy Evan Brown, who just wants to rock his girlfriend's world. Chase Redgrave, whose actions definitely don't speak louder than words. Handsome Orlando, who might be hiding his true intentions behind a killer smile. And everyone in between. What happens in Mercedes' bedroom is supposed to stay there. But these guys are about to find out that it might be harder to keep the secret than they ever thought possible. Ten virgins. Ten stories. Ten weeks. Because before every first time, there's a whole lot of second guessing.