Sticky Pieces - Epistolary Novel
Sticky notes becomes sticky pieces when your paper rose becomes unglued. ━ Cover Design: MIST BISHOP ┃ W MistElix-ir15
Sticky notes becomes sticky pieces when your paper rose becomes unglued. ━ Cover Design: MIST BISHOP ┃ W MistElix-ir15
Newlywed couple Julian and Brooke Miles must defend themselves and the newest member of their family from the murderous intent of Julian's old best friend. ***** Substance abuse, physical attacks, fatal fires. The storms of the last six years have l...
It's a fact that you can't help who you fall in love with. And for Rosaline Davenport and him, it definitely shouldn't have been each other. Because, sometimes, love stories have blood on them. [warning: this is the mother of all slow-burns] ••• ©literalight | All Rights Reserved
"Waking up to the sound of beeping monitors, A Good half of shock and fear kicks in, trying to get a grasp of the situation at hand and quickly realizing I was in a hospital......." Jeniffer warren
Lisa and her boss, Alessandro, agree to spite their exes by pretending to date, but things begin to backfire when fake feelings become real along the way. ***** For two years, Lisa Brooks worked as a secretary to the powerful self-made billionaire...
Come in and reflect On how we will grow And search for a way That our world will glow Author's Note: This book will provide perspectives and reflections on our world's challenges through the eyes of nature.
Come sit on my porch, When you're feeling scorched, Come put up your feet, Read a tranquil treat ....
Take a vacation on the Lyrical Porch. Come sit on my porch, when you're feeling scorched. Come and be my guest, take a little rest....
Fifteen-year-old Kyle Clark just wants to be left alone. No one seems to have gotten the memo. Everyone just wants him to talk about his Mum: his friends, his teachers and definitely his long lost Auntie that he now has to live with. He tries to hide but manages to be pulled into a friendship with a new girl at sc...
She was back peeking at me through my window. Her large yellow eyes followed my every move. Her short orange hair contained long black bands reminding me of a tiger. This was the third day in a row .... We, homo sapiens, are more than just a collection of folks who look differently and have different customs. We d...
When you need to wallow, In cold dark water swirl, When you heart feels hollow, Your soul in knotted curl, Walk a path in Dark Park, A safe place to be sad, Walk a path in Dark Park, A safe place to be mad .....