Scarlett, a workaholic publicist, finds herself unable to resist a tempting offer when sparks fly with her newest client. ***** Vice President of a prestigious PR firm, Scarlett Bardot's life is consumed with work. To push back the harsh memories of her past and the untim...
"Love me like you want to break me." Is it really love if it isn't cruel? #1 - deranged #3 - madlove
"If love could talk, hearts would never break." In which murder is mistaken for mercy, and love is mistaken for lies. #1 - madlove / psychopath #3 - insanity
Pardona (noun)- A Mistress. They were married but she was never his wife. His slave, his maid, his Padrona, his trophy but never his wife. #514 in ShortStory ~21/08/2018 #57 in General Fiction ~ 14/12/2017 #64 in General Fiction ~ 11/12/2017 #92 in General Fiction~ 23/11/2017
Modern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the glamour of the seaside gives birth to Bel Air beauty queens.
Anisha Hayes stayed in a broken marriage for fourteen years, just so she could give her children the family she had always desired. It wasn't the easiest decision. It wasn't the right decision. And now, five months ago, she got a letter. A letter that promised to set her free of the pain she'd suffered her entire life.
Maybe at the beginning, there was nothing, but so much happened in the span of five years. Feeling were developed and the desire between both man and woman burned. Well, at least, the woman's feelings did. Alessio hadn't chosen his own wife, he wasn't even thinking about marriage until his parents forced a young and i...
With a successful career, a loving husband and a baby on the way, things couldn't be better for Misha Patel. Well, that is until her husband leaves her for another woman.
He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I k...
