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The Bullet Journal is a customizable and forgiving organization system. It can be your to-do list, sketchbook, notebook, and diary, but most likely, it will be all of the above. It will teach you to do more with less.

Ilragorn's history never lies. The obedient ones live. The traitors always perish. In daylight, Indigo Sarte is the perfect daughter, a future student of the Healing Arts. In the shadows, he is a master of forbidden alchemy, ruthless and cunning, all in the name of fulfilling his wish for true freedom. Indigo's sights are set on The Academy-a prestigious establishment where aspiring alchemists are taught to master gifts inherited from their birthrights. But Indigo is recognized as a woman amongst his peers, and The Academy's rules are clear: Women heal. Men fight. Disobey-die.

When I met him on a rainy afternoon the air smelt like gardenias. My black oxford pumps were soaked from accidentally stepping on a puddle, and the tiny yellow umbrella I held up barely saved me from the chilly rain. When I met him on a rainy afternoon, the sky was pink and blue. I was starving and almost craving to smell the stuffy scent of my closed up home's small living room. When I met him on a rainy afternoon, his son held my feet out of the blue and called me 'mum'. He rushed out of the restaurant only seconds later, his cheeks a pale flushed hue. When I met him one day on a rainy afternoon, he looked up into my eyes and apologized. And inside my head, I thought to myself... what a lovely way to meet a lovely man on such a lovely rainy afternoon. ••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-•••••• 1st Draft - 15/03/18 2nd Draft - 08/08/20 Published : 28/08/21 | Paperback & Kindle Cover : Sierra Po Trailer : boba

Joselyn needs a job. Penelope needs someone to keep an eye on her boyfriend while she's gone. It's the perfect match. But, add in said boyfriend's charismatic side-kick and a troubled past desperate to resurface, and Josie's surveillance may be impossible to conceal. *COMPLETED* cover by @letsjam8 © Ann Valett 2019

WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION Griffin Tomlin is dead. And Clara's sister killed him . . . Four months after the murder, the entire town of Shiloh is still in shock. For Clara Porterfield, the normal world has crumbled around her in a million chaotic pieces. Now Clara lives in a new reality, where her sister awaits trial for murder, her mother obsessively digs in a dead, frozen garden, and her father lives and breathes denial. At school, Clara is haunted by her classmates' morbid curiosity-and all of the unspoken questions they won't ask. But none of them knows what she knows . . . Now Clara's sister wants something from her-the one thing in all of this that Clara isn't ready to face: the truth about what really happened that night. Because this story didn't die with Griffin Tomlin. There's another story that needs to be told. And sometimes, the lies we're told are nowhere near as deadly as the lies we tell ourselves . . .

Every family has its secrets. Unfortunately for Harlequin Jones, everyone knows her family's nasty little secret. For eight years, Harlequin and her mother have tried to forget the truth and bury the horrors of their past, but when Harlequin's grandmother begs for her to come and stay, the truth refuses to stay dead. Returning to the home of her grandparents brings back many happy childhood memories for the thirteen-year old Harlequin; memories of home-made apple pie, playing pretend-horses in the yard and fishing down at Bitter Creek. But the visit brings back something else, something Harlequin thought had ended eight years before and she is about to learn that her family's nasty little secret is far worse than she could ever have imagined. Blood is thicker than water and family is everything. There's no place like home...

~~ Lainey O'Neil didn't want to move, especially after the death of her father. All that was familiar was being chipped away like the paint of what was supposed to be her new home. Nothing about the house was like her old one in Boston and she could tell just by the looks of it, it wasn't hers and she knew it would never be. It was already theirs. ~~ © retropolis

A collection of short stories based on a wide range of topics; including lightheartedness and humor, romance, ransom notes, and post-apocalyptic worlds - all of which can be read in under 15 minutes. Are you sick of reading the same topics over and over? Or, do you find it hard to read for long periods of time? With this book, the short stories can be read in any order and there will definitely be something for everyone! (This was recently published under a different name, though I have removed it ready to start again with different layouts).

Nkasi's mother: "If I had not married an Osu, i will not be going through what I am going through today" she blurted out. Nkasi's father was stunned by what his ears were hearing:"Obiageli, what did you just say?" he asked, calling her name, which he rarely did. Nkasi's mother moved backwards slowly, waiting to run away if her husband came towards her, because she knew that she had just insulted him. In igboland, predominantly where the Nri culture is practiced, there are two classes of people; the Osu and the Nwadiala. The Osu are those whose fore- fathers were sacrificed to gods, and made slaves. Therefore, generations after them carried the curse which was the mark of the gods. While the Nwadiala, were the free born and sons of the soil. The Osu are treated as inferior human beings in a state of permanent and irreversible disability. In most cases they reside very close to shrines and marketplaces. They are not allowed to dance, drink, hold hands, associate or have sexual relations with Nwadiala.This was the predicament of Nkasi and her family. Nkasi's mother, Obiageli was from a large family that had a lot of children, so when she defiled her family, they just ostracized her. But in worst cases, the Osu who wanted to marry a freeborn stood the risk of death, as the family members of the freeborn could go to any length to remove the insult they felt. Nkasi's father picked up an axe that was lying around and ran after his wife, who ran away, screaming on the top of her voice. An Osu could kill for being called an Osu to the face, so at this moment, Nkasi's father was not himself, all he could think about, was his own wife calling him an Osu to his face. The worst part of the situation is that the villagers, who were coming back from their day's activities, saw the husband pursuing his wife with an axe and pretended not to see; they had no business with the Osu. Nkasi's father's anger did not get spent, until he caught up with his wife and swung the axe.