Just a compilation of poetic thoughts that I thought of while I was alone.

They say it only takes an hour for your life to change. In my case, it was one month. My name is Hera Reynolds and this is my story... Book 2 of Room 234's virgin

Hera was a virgin a virgin in every sense, she had never had a drink, had a boyfriend, gone to a club, had sex, smoked or done drugs. She was an angel that gave angels a run for their money. A freshman in a new college in a state away from home she always believed she could stay away from all of those till marriage , but what happens when The schools Bad boy, jerk, playboy and monster in the name of Lexis comes her way. She may be able to stay away from temptation but can temptation stay away from her?

Short story with tablespoons of romance, teaspoons of comedy and pinches of drama. highest @ #12, thank you for all the love - "Who the fuck is this? It's five in the morning!" "What a rude salutation. This is Silas and I'm supposed to wake you up." = Naya Everton has troubles waking up from bed, as any other person does. But what happens when alarm clocks and your own Mother doesn't work? Oversleeping, tantrums and daily mood swings, you name it. So her Mother enlists in the help of an application where strangers call to wake you up. One fine morning, or on the crack of dawn really, Naya gets a call from Silas Lancaster. Morning calls turn to day and night and Silas becomes something a little more than just a phone call. *MASSIVE AMOUNT OF SWEARING