When Neva Álvarez moves to Queens, she's merely biding her time between bartending and dodging her brother's phone calls before her final year at NYU, and with the summer dwindling to an end, it's difficult not to find herself drawn to her new next-door neighbors and their wild lifestyle. Before she can stop it, Neva is plunging headfirst into a tumultuous affair with drugs, left desperately trying to navigate too many bad decisions that threaten to bring an intimate cocaine kingdom down into ice-cold chaos. || CW: Honestly, I wrote this story to process a lot of feelings and experiences. It explores addiction, immigration, and recovery through a very gritty lens. It explores distance, deportation, and family separation. It explores the concept of home. It explores a woman's right to her own bodily autonomy in a society that shames us for owning or loving our bodies. It may contain triggering elements (slut-shaming, abuse, drug use, violence, and rape). [July 2019 CampNaNo Winner]

These are all original (: this is a collection of my poems for when I have spare time to write them! * * * Thank you for all the reads, comments and votes! I love you all, please try stay positive :) Much love, Chloe xx * * * Cover: Oh my goodness, I made this so long ago now xD Highest rank : #112 in Poetry!

the thing about writing love letters to dead boyfriends is that they never seem to write back

Gangs. That was the one thing that had ruined Evelyn Summers life since the start. With her brother being the leader of “The London's Eyes,”growing up in a world of cruelty was something Evelyn Summers had to become accustomed to. But thing's about to get a whole lot worse. Gangs are starting to form all over London- with the intention of destroying London's Eyes. What will happen when the leader of the most powerful gang offers protection in exchange for Evie? Will Evie be able to survive Sebastian King? She just might have to- because as we all know, Sebastian isn't planning on letting her go any time soon. +++++ Our breaths were heavy and ragged, our chests skimming against each other. "You're no good for me." I whispered, my eyes searching his emotionless ones. "Well that's just too bad, now is it?" +++++

#3 in poetry 03/15/2020 "I know what you see When you look at me It's what I want you to see I know what I see When I look at me It's what you want me to see A monster, Unloveable, Unworthy." I'm exercising my demons, have fun with them. They're loud, they're a little needy, but I made them pretty. ******** This is a collection of poetry containing my darkest thoughts, worst dreams, and deepest fears. Please tread lightly. Be safe. Protect your heart and your headspace ❤️ Book Cover designed by Lola Sayn

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