(Completed) Compilation of letters for every emotions, feelings and inner voice. A compilation in which it tells a story of the heart.

Dear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All credits belong to their respective owners.

"When you're black and white there's no use hiding in a field of colours," his umber eyes so solemn, "Anthony T. Hincks." But when Cillian looked at Oliver, he couldn't help but disagree, because to Cillian, Oliver was all the colours of the spectrum merged into one and then at screaming splendour and refulgence, "You're the brightest thing in this whole darn shop." At that, Oliver's eyes literally bloomed, the colour of earth freshly kissed by spring rains, a hue that promised to stir the life from dormant seeds, like all the fluorescent verdure around him actually lived within. And it took Cillian's breath away. And in that moment Cillian realised, he did have a favourite flower after all. [in which a guy visits a flower shop more often than he should] 2018 ("a bouquet of dahlias & discovery" ©levittdawn)

A collection of quotes and proses that will help you to find yourself 💞 This is my first book so please do vote for the chapters you like and also leave your feedbacks via comments. I would love to hear from you.

[ C O M P L E T E D ] If You Are Anything Like Me Broken heart and shiny tears would it ever bring you back in my arms? Wishful thinking and hopeful voice would it ever make me feel okay? If you are anything like me whose heart was tainted and cracked... Wary of the eyes of people who stares at you, because it reminds you of his piercing gaze that made you curious and dream of happy ever afters. Doubtful of sweet talks you hear from their lips, because it might sound like a promise but you'll never know when it'll haunt you and break you. Traumatized with dazzling and innocent smiles, because it hides the devil that made you weak. Afraid of tomorrow because you might never see them in there, yet horrified of memories replaying in your head because that's where he hurt you. If you are anything like me... I hope we survive this one day, and I hope... we will be okay... someday. Copyright 2020. All rights reserved. RenesmeeStories. Started: January 14, 2020 Finished: May 10, 2020 ♠️♥️♣️

In the winding streets of the Persian Empire, a poor girl is chosen to become the third prince's concubine. Aliya Farhad has no interest in the lofty ideas of the palace, the staff, or her lover. Prince Cairo has all the interest in his blue-eyed Arabic mistress. But things change when Aliya realizes that the prince is gaining power - and not in a political sense. After all, it's quite a strange sight to see one's lover gaining cosmic power from a tiny oil lamp. *** A 1001 Nights and Aladdin Retelling.

[ WATTYS '18 LONG-LISTED ] ❝ I have slit throats far more beautiful than yours.❞ In which a thousand brides have fallen, and she is the last, so she spins a tale as old as time to live the dawn. | an arabian nights x beauty and the beast crossover | (cover by ES Johnson) trailer (video by @AKfiction): https://youtu.be/2OSjakJrUeo

After seeing her daughter taken, Claret is resolved to begin a quest to rescue Divina from the clutches of an ancient demon named Atlas, even if it costs her own life. *** Claret's peaceful life shatters when her daughter, Divina, is haunted by a presence only she can see. Despite seeking safety in her brother's empire, Divina is abducted. Claret initially suspects an old pact between Zen and a goddess, but soon discovers the true culprit: Atlas, an ancient demon who needs Divina's power to revive his lost love and conquer three worlds. Claret, along with goddesses and prophesied princes, fights to stop him. Can Claret and her allies seek revenge? Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish, a combination of Tagalog & English.

She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

Published Under Summit Media, Pop Fiction. (What If It's Love) A story where forever doesn't exist. #BSS3