paano kung marealize mo na mahal mo pala siya? handa mo ba siyang bawiin sa taong nagmamahal sa kanya at panindigan ang pagmamahal mong minsan mo ng binalewala?

A conversation in the midst of night relapses in his mind— of his mother’s confession to her lover that she has been slowly poisoning her husband, leading him to his presently feeble and decrepit state. She wished to monopolize the throne of the kingdom and shape it to her liking... The kingdom of Invidia, Envy embodied. Not long after, she spoke of her son’s soon to be “accidental” passing and mirth was passed between her and her paramour. Despise and rage then enveloped the love the prince feels for his mother. And the pale moon shone and became the lone witness to the symphony of murder as the birth of an abstract masterpiece of loathing and disgust was immortalized beneath his feet. Seven Kingdoms. Seven Cardinal Sins. One event that leads them to bathe in the dance of blood, the dance of Wrath.

Katie Holmes is a caffeine addict. Between college, and taking care of her brother, it's acceptable. Though, it doesn't help that the cafe down the street is full of handsome baristas, including one William Cerak in particular who has a mysterious scar on his wrist. Synopses will be the death of my publishing career.

Twin brothers Donovan and Demitri Bastogne have a smooth record and killing streak. But this is not a video game. They were asked to kidnap a girl, through whatever method of their liking, and succeeded—in abducting the wrong person. But this isn’t a cliché “ohmygawd I’m kidnapped by a hot guy” type of novel. This is a story of a series of events highlighted by the mistaken kidnapping of Alexis Lares, heiress to a multi-billion dollar company and in possession of a slowly worsening complication of Psychosis. As her patience dwindles and her irritation pierces the heavens, the Bastogne twins soon discover that kidnapping her has made them closer to their downfall.

This is the story of Chance Richard A. Peters. High-school-- The sadist teachers, the bland cafeteria food, and the bullying assholes with the self-esteem problems… That’s your painfully normal high-school, not mine. Welcome to my high-school, to Dukes Everidge And Thorne High-School (if you haven’t noticed, that spelled ‘DEATHS’)—where teachers are malignant narcissistic sadists, cafeteria food have moving unknown objects that resemble tentacles served in them (the school claims questionable health benefits), and bullying shit heads can do worse crap to you than you can imagine.