He caressed my hair gently, his fingertips touching large chunks of silky strands, ❝I wanted to give you a chance to win and escape me. I couldn't wait anymore. I need you now.❞ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Los Angeles; known as the City of Angels. It is a city of opportunity where the stars illuminate, a city clos...
"Light up my darkness," he murmured against her bare flesh. His fingers trailed up her arm, leaving a blazing fire beneath them. His lips pressed softly against her shoulder and her eyes fluttered closed, accepting his touch. "Let go and I'll take away all of the pain." She desperately wanted to free herself from the...
NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON: SAMPLE AVAILABLE When you wake up with no memories whatsoever in a place you've never heard of with people you've never met - what do you do? Freak out? Try and retrace your steps? Pretend nothing's wrong? In the case of Charmeine, it was having a one-to-one with the Anti-Christ. You know...
Official Trailer: https://youtu.be/H3VQ9T8SkXY https://twitter.com/SicilianMafiosa _______________✏ Whispers in New York is Book Two of the series. You must read Book One - Silence in New York to understand the story as it is a direct continuation. _______________✏ "Let's get this straight," the officer to...
*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He...
poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry
Highest ranking: #6 in Poetry on February 17th 2018. Winner of EYHO Poetry Contest. Official poetry Instagram account: @trisha.poetry "Every soul has suffered one way or another. It's just a matter of how badly bruised yours is compared to others." Sometimes our voices won't be heard so all we have left is a pen to ca...
Coleção de poesias sobre (des)amores, (des)venturas e sabores que desaguam em rios sem cores.
La desdicha de lo inesperado aguarda siempre, el consentimiento de lo nuevo tarda en volver. El desespero cobra la gota de lo inalcanzable y las emociones no reviven sin ella. ¿Por qué de la inseguridad nació el desborde de la paz?, después de todo, la monotonía siempre quedara y mi alma la abrazara.
The boy who has Good accent, Hazel eyes, Manly voice and Plays the piano Knows how to play On my heart, too ... This is a collection of my poems. The book is not edited. [14/9/2017] #6 in poetry [25/5/2017] #9 in poetry [15/4/2017] #18 in poetry. Copyright © Eman Hany Poet : EMAN HANY
*** I get a call from an unknown number and I have a vague idea of who it might be. "911 what's your emergency?" I answer, holding back a laugh. "Don't fuck with me Elena. Now tell where you are so I can pick you up and... Talk." Damn, he's sexy when he's angry. I bit my lip, looking for the metro sign. "Your kind o...
His body was as powerful and sexual as I remembered it, he had gotten another tattoo on his shoulder since the last time, a few more scars then I remembered on his chest. His back rippled with muscles as he pulled on a fresh white shirt, my eyes transfixed as he took his time buttoning it up. Somehow it was almost mo...
