She was just trying to make ends meet. What she didn't know was, ends meet was a sexy millionaire with the will to kill her with good looks. He was just trying to manage his multimillion company. What he didn't expect was for his new assistant to add onto the ongoing stress. Lainey Bennett only wanted one thing. To make enough money to support her family. But Austin Wood only wanted to give her the world. And so help him God, he would give it to her.

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I wouldn't exactly call these poetry Because they are more like a collection of words All written by me after dusk For no one and everyone and especially For myself

00:01 -- They are hushed whispers from the wind As they tell stories to one another Of the secrets After midnight.

|| Poetry in the making || POV: Short Poetry based on true events emphasized quiet intensely, so I have been told... Enjoy Love, Kyda-Eimaan...

Do our memories even exist? We make them but it doesn't last forever. Where do our memories go? Is there a certain place where they can live forever and never forgotten? Our mind and heart are connected to each other. We love to remember things, the best and even the worst memories, it is undeniable. We express our feelings, sometimes the feeling of someone's not interested in you, someone doesn't care for you and everyone is against you. But sometimes, it is the best of both worlds. So we write. We write it in a diary, but writing a poem have a different feeling on it. It is a place where memories live.

I am screaming into the endless mass of darkness and shadows that exists in my mind. Maybe it'll scream back. I dread it. I hope for it. I welcome it.

Some say I see life through a rose-colored glass But there is simply not enough space! If you tried to contain all the love that I hide The glass would shatter the hinges would break It fits more to say that I bought a house to coat in pink in which porch I sit and I spin my romantic fantasies This book started merely as a journal of my feelings, all disguised in the shape of quotes and poems that I Identified with (and was secretly dedicating to my crush). Later down the line, I started writing my own! I take zero credit for the works tagged as "unknown". If you know who they belong to, please leave a comment. Otherwise, enjoy my thoughts in prose! #1 on poetry - 4/9/19