Each day she wakes up in a different body, not knowing who she is, and each night that body dies. She is the Reaper Syndrome, and she's desperate to know why. ***** She doesn't know what's happening. Each day she wakes up in a new body, not knowing...
Vic knew about his son since the day Candra found out she was pregnant, but he was so young and wanted to be a singer. He only saw Vincent Robert Fuentes once before he was even named, after Candra gave birth to him. Now, years later he barely thinks of his son but when he does the guilt burns him deep. But he has a c...
Copyright © 2013 by Lilibeth_A All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book There's only two things Clarissa Fontanilla Alvaro wanted her whole lif...
Nightingale is human - or would be, had it not been for the manner of her creation. Genetically engineered and grown to adulthood in a lab, she was created, not born. Why? For the sole purpose of the entertainment of rich men as one of the many Inamoratas in the bordello business . Beautiful, elegant, a superb dancer...
A wreck. That was what he was. His life and his personality were a wreck. ----- "You're the only one that can change him! So, please bring our old friend back!", Calum pleaded. "Fine, but don't get your hopes up. I may not succeed." I said, before walking out of the room. Lit...
The greatest tragedy the world has ever known turned out to be the ultimate catalyst for change. In the wake of World War III, which decimated most of the world's population, the remaining survivors vowed to not continue to repeat the same mistakes of the past. Fortunately, they had something previous generations did...
One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to lau...
Arms slid around my waist and I was suddenly twisted around in a swift motion by muscular, tattooed arms. In seconds I was face to face with a somehow familiar figure. He was one of the most attractive people I had ever seen. Blonde hair slightly tousled across his forehead, bright blue eyes high lighted by his long e...
'It would be so easy,' I thought. 'I could just walk out on the roof and jump. It's not like anyone would miss me anyways.' My thoughts raced to Johanna, then to Kris, then to my little brother, Mike, to Tony-Turtle, then to Jaime...Could I leave them behind? I swear to God I did what I could. I practically begged you...
This is dedicated to my best friend... I love her very much. And this poem made her feel better about her self. I hope this poem has done the same for you.
Poor little Sarah! She has lived her first couple of years in love, harmony, and is taught that her mate is her prince that is suppose to rescue you! But one year when her parents decided to take Sarah to a picnic in the woods. But when a group of rouges attack her parents she is left alone. She watched as they slowly...
