Maybe people aren't that different from one another as they think they are. Maybe we just think that our sufferings distinguish us in this vast world. And maybe realising our similarities could be the key to happiness. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Because I was the kaleidoscope and you were my light and together , we found beauty even in the most dreary."

Her name is Misery, and she does NOT want company. *** It's not every day sixteen-year-old Misery Hayes finds a rock band full of pretty boys on her door step. Actually, it's not every day Misery interacts with humans, because being named after an emotion Merriam-Webster defined as "extreme suffering" tended to make one a loner. Well, sort of. You see: Enid Conception Diaz, Youtube sensation and Misery's best friend, has sold her Tuesday afternoons to Blue Vendetta, an extremely popular alternative rock band consisting of one moody lead singer, one tease of a guitarist, one amiable bassist, and the world's most unstable drummer. Can Blue Vendetta help Misery open up? Or will she prove whoever said "Misery loves company" horribly wrong? (2016) Hearties Award (People's Choice): 4th Place (2016)Hearties Award (Judge's Choice): 3rd Place (2017) The Undiscovered Writers Award/ Chicklit: 2nd Place Cover by @-blackrogue

[Highest ranking: #67 on 21/12/16] What happens when a nineteen year old Matty meets his match? Beautiful cover by lovely @Devita33 x

I'm running, my dress bunched up in my fists. But I'm not running for my life I'm running for his, and when I see him I stop. There is one bulky man on either side of him, they have their arms linking his, he's kneeling in front of someone with raven black hair. As we get closer, I see his pain in the way he's holding himself, his brown hair is clouding his face. Something catches in my throat as I see him bent forward, almost looking limp. The panic is slowly eating me up on the inside. 'Please lift your head, let me see your eyes' I pray inside my head. He can't be gone. It's almost like he hears my prayers as he looks up, his blue eyes as deep as the ocean depths, knocks the breath out of me as per usual. I close my eyes and thank God for keeping him alive. The right side of his jaw is all purple and red. A cut on the other side of his face, which is oozing with the red liquid. He suddenly looks past the black haired male to look at us, reassurance washing over his features. It's when he sees me that his eyes widen, and the panic grows by the second. He goes from a slump to picking himself upright. He's hurt. Badly. The black haired man spins around as we walk closer in their direction. All 6 of us stop as I catch a glimpse of the face. A deadly grin appears on his wicked face. "Boys, I've been waiting for you" He shouts loud and clear. "And you brought the girl" * Crescent Bay Dawson was once popular but now she lives in the shadow of her twin brother. The only person who notices her is the cocky, egotistic, Star Quarterback of the school; Elliott Grayson. Can Elliott charm her into falling for him or will she finally win the heart of her childhood crush? #2 in humor - 2nd February 2018 #5 in teen fiction - 6th November 2017 Honestly if you wanna laugh this book will make you laugh cause that's what I'm all about!

IMPORTANTE: Esta historia ha sido borrada parcialmente por publicación con la EDITORIAL NARANJA. https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/1548688649/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1500526930&sr=8-1&pi=AC_SX236_SY340_FMwebp_QL65&keywords=un+golpe+al+amor+editorial+naranja&dpPl=1&dpID=418dVz%2BUB9L&ref=plSrch Alba era adicta a las historias de amor, creyendo firmemente en su poder. Aún a pesar de sufrir el mal de "corazón roto". William simplemente creía que el amor estaba sobrevalorado. No existían los finales felices más allá de los cuentos de hadas. Pronto se cambiaran las tornas. Ella luchará por una relación perdida, capaz de cualquier cosa para recuperar a su ex. Él luchará por ella, dispuesto a todo para hacerle olvidar al hombre que la dejó. Con puños de hierro se subirán al ring, cada uno preparado para combatir hasta caer K.O. Amistad. Amor. Pasión. Y mucho más. ¿Quién saldrá vencedor tras el último round?

"Earlier you said you loved rain." I mention, wanting more conversation out of him as the light turned red and traffic builded. I watched his eyes soften instantly at my words. "Yeah, it's like a meditation for me you can say. When it rains, good things happen..." He trailed off. "Thats funny, that's exactly how I think of it." I grinned warmly. His eyes drifted to mine and they immediately clashed against mine. •• Rose Lace at the age of 23 is living on her own in the big apple of New York. Not only was she a well-known best seller author, but she owned her own photography company. She enjoyed her independent life and looked forward to mostly one thing- rain. Something about the rain always interested her and whenever it did rain she would find a way no matter what to make it down to her favorite little book store. Life went smoothly for her until one faithful rainy morning. She met Grey Jacobs. The worst inconvenience to come into her life and to make the gentle rain she was so used to to turn into a big nasty storm. Would she be able to survive this storm?

'You hurt me, And I hurt you. We are forever even.' /// 'So why are you talking to me again?' 'Switch up the scenery,' he replied shortly. I frowned and took a small bite of my ice cream. Only a week ago I was crying in his arms with bruised knuckles at a bus stop. I had decided that would be the last time we would ever even be together. I had thought that it would turn into an embarrassing memory that I would always associate with his name. Yet here we were. He was sitting across from me with tinted lips from stained ice-cream. And this very moment caused me to wonder what more would come from that memory. I was a firm believer in avoiding violence. This is ironic since I was the one who punched a girl. But the more I thought about it and the more I took in Blake's presence sitting across from me, the more I came to the conclusion that maybe something good came from it. And to think, this entire thing was sprouted from one ride home. ~ ~ ~ WARNING: -This book contains profanity -It also has sexual dialogue and very suggested sexual scenes so it may get a lil frisky ~I have already pre-written most of this book so updates should be fairly quick