Stacey Williams had always loved Axel Teller. But he had paid her no mind. She wanted more than the meaningless flings they had. She wanted her love to be returned. She wanted to be loved back. She did everything to get his attention. She had one-night stands with countless boys - throwing away...
It was the scent of freshly baked curved croissants that charmed my stomach and drew me into the clutches of the patisserie. The breakfast bread that is most enjoyable on a blue-and-yellow day with a cold beverage, whilst sitting outside the patisserie along the maze of crisscrossing canals where row- and motorboats w...
"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]