When Jack and his family move back to New York after fleeing the state ten years earlier, he finds a multitude of things he'd always wished for. Friends, family, love? As the years go by and past horrors resurface, Jack has to learn to lean on the people around him rather than carry all his burdens alone. Check TW's.

STAY TUNED FOR THE PUBLISHED NOVEL The rate for his services is high. His quality is high. His acting skills are good enough that he could be a completely different person, and you'd never know. However, the role he was least comfortable playing was Oliver. Oliver Addams was a boyfriend for hire. Rich people begged for his services, shelling out an unbelievable amount of money for his time. Within that time, they could do as they pleased with him. As long as he was still alive at the end of the paid-for period, the company didn't care, so why should he? --- Cal Hendrix did not like to wait for things. When he wanted something, he wanted it immediately. So, when the young businessman needed company, he hired a boyfriend. What originally started as a ploy for company and press attention suddenly was toying a dangerous line between professionalism and something infinitely more confusing. Oliver threatens the control Cal values so highly, and Oliver begins to learn more than he ever wanted to learn about his client.

Would you go against your pride and dignity in exchange of money? "I told you stay away from us. From me, didn't I?" He grumbled, his voice straining from the alcohol. His left arm trapping the victim against the wall. "But you still sticked with me like a leech, seducing me every moment you can. Well, aren't you a disgusting one?" Apparently, Charles Monroe would. "S-stop, you bastard! Move!" He wants to push him away, but he was cornerned. And in his current state, he knew he couldn't. "If i don't have to, i wouldn't! B-but i...really need it.." "You're really doing this for a small amount of dime? Look down here;" He grabbed his hand and slid it inside his pants, making him feel his raging rod. His breathe was ragged, drugged with lust and wine. "You caused this. Take responsibility, my dirty slut." Published: January 1, 2021

the title is the story

Sie fällt; Und es fühlt sich an wie fliegen. Etwas Kurzes, Kleines, das zum Nachdenken und Interpretieren da ist. Weil wir alle fallen, früher oder später.

Du musst das nicht lesen. Es ist einzig und allein für mich. Ich habe dieses Buch für mich selbst geschrieben. Wenn ich es lese, erinnert es mich an so viele Dinge, die in meinem Leben eine Rolle spielen oder gespielt haben. Erinnerungen hängen daran, deshalb war es sehr wichtig, dass ich es schreibe. Aber falls du es doch liest, dann erwarte nicht zu viel. Sonst muss ich dich leider enttäuschen. Ich bin nur irgendein Mädchen, das versucht, seine abstrusen Gedanken in Sätze zu verpacken, was dann als Poesie wirken soll.

Manchmal ist es ein einziger Tag, der dein ganzes Leben verändert. Bei mir war es ein Gespräch.

Ich traue mich noch nicht, es Gedichte zu nennen. Cover von @Photosynthese

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'Jedes Wort, trägt etwas mit sich Jedes Wort, beschreibt etwas Jedes Wort, zerschlägt die Stille. Jedes Wort, will dir etwas sagen'