Winner of September 2017 The Flower's Awards in Romance . I become more and more determined to free myself from all limiting pressures.... To write .. To resolve to live life to the fullest , and vow not to be constrained by boundaries.. I will love you more and more the more they deny me from you.. I will write in utter acceptance of your beauty...because love and desire of charm should not be a source of shame...

"The bravest thing I did was continuing my life when all I wanted to do was die." Lily Blondel's life is like a necklace which is suddenly cut by fate; one bead falls off causing destruction to her young heart. She endures the years of suffering, during the World War II in France, and blasts them out in a breathtaking melody through her clarinet. Lily dares to love and believe that she could possibly move on, without someone she desperately needs. Join Lily on her heartbreaking, risky, and desperate journey to find happiness as well as abandon her grief. Will she be able to move on, or will she give up when she realizes that the other beads were falling off too; one after the other...? Copyright 2016 @MiraRAridi All rights reserved

When Lauren Sanders is lost with the world she turns to the only family member who seems to give a crap, her mother. A hyperactive, over-excited-about-everything ex porn star who somehow scored herself a young, attractive fiance named Jasper. Jasper is everything Lauren has ever hated in a man--rude, egotistical and filthy rich. Yet being a daughter-in-law to a wealthy, egotistical man can have its benefits...like helping Lauren get into the art school she has always dreamed of attending..... among other things? So maybe he's not so bad after all? -------------------------------------------------- highest rank: -

Ranked # 494 in poetry 2017 Everlasting agony and infinite 'shall' in my decaying soul .

"Hey Jasper, I got your shit here," I called out, placing the coffee on the marble bench. "If you don't hurry I'll gladly drink it, I need it. That taxi driver was a fucking douche." "You better not." I turned to find Jasper leaning against the wall. My eyes grazed his body. Pyjamas, bed hair and tired eyes. I wasn't expecting anything more. He strolled over to the bench and grabbed the coffee. "What was wrong with the taxi driver?" I pouted. "He looked at me funny." He raised a brow, the coffee cup to his lips. "You're delusional--- fuck, that's good coffee." "It was ten dollars, you'd fucking hope so," I muttered. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The continuation of Laurens Sanders sad life. Buckle up.

Dedicated to his luscious lips. I sighed when the breeze carried his fresh breath to me, it was caressing by nature. The moment his lips approached mine ...this book was written. A sensual glare within seductive scripts.