His eyes were red, his face lacked the expression of an actual human. He looked fierce, Mother Earth shook, no she wept for what awaited her children. She could not bear it ........ in order to save all she had to claim one. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed her own seed *************************** A story that has been told before, only this time told differently

Tessa is going through her second pregnancy while dealing with the stress of work and her and Hardin 6 year old daughter Emery Told from Tessa ,Emery and Hardin POV

The after story of Harry and Tessa lifestory. Hope you all will like it. This story is about their marriage and after life with their kids.

The passionate story of Tessa and Hardin continues as family secrets, deep betrayals, and career opportunities threaten to tear them apart.

This is the sequel (continuation) of After. Hardin and Tessa's relationship will be tested in ways she never expected, but he knew of all along.

~✨A Wattpad featured story✨~ "My momma always told me that boys and books don't mix. I believed her but I still wanted both. I wanted boys and I wanted to keep my books." • Find out if she gets both in this thrilling story. Let's follow every step of the life of a Nigerian girl who wants it all... **NOT EDITED**

WWII Historical Fiction / Band of Brothers Fanfiction Book 3 - Post War Era *** "We don't heal in isolation, but in community." - S. Kelley Harrell *** One year since Bastogne. One year since Alice lost half of everyone she'd come to care about in Easy. One year since she'd battled against pneumonia as much as she'd battled against the Germans. Only now, she was home. No foxholes, no artillery barrages, no tree bursts. Just Alice and Nix and the mansion they'd been given by his mother. But they're both getting restless. Harry and Kitty's wedding is on the horizon, and with that, an excuse to travel. But even with no foxholes, no artillery barrages, and no tree bursts keeping them up at night, they hadn't come home unscathed. No one had. Everyone who went to war was a victim. This story is a post-war continuation of a Band of Brothers fanfiction duology, A Soldier of No Importance and Humanity of the Broken. Please keep this in mind. It will feature linear narrative as well as one-shots from me and requested by readers. *** STATUS: the main story is complete, with occasional bonus content still updated when prompts are received from tumblr WARNINGS: strong language, period typical bigotry, period typical slurs, alcohol abuse, cigarette abuse *** warnings to be updated as applicable.

For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, and for these two, their lives have been planned down to a science. For Wylan Olson, being yourself can be very stressful. Since she was young, her emotions have always been backwards. The embodiment of 'tears of joy,' that laughs to keep from crying, not many people understand her struggle. Mostly because she barely understands it herself, but she's making it...barely. All she wants to do is make something out of herself, and she's willing to work for it. Kwame Okari has been raised to be perfect. His parents' strict expectations at son leave no room for friendships, which they regard as frivolous. Their only concern is for him to be Ivy League, and he cannot afford to disappoint. He is a boy on a mission, with a clear objective: be first. And there's only one person standing in his way-Wylan. As the two develop a better understanding of each other, competing agendas complicate their relationship forcing them to decide which is more important: attraction or ambition, satisfaction or success, friendship or fruition, and lead them to wonder if one has to be mitigated for the other.

"Every body faces a dark storm and the wreckage after that, but the slight twinkle of their North Star is enough to lead them home. And whether we believe it or not, no matter if we try or not, we are somebody's way home. Somebody's North Star. And, you are my North Star. You are the voice in my head that keeps me from forgetting my way. And, you will always be."

a nice poem about astronomy and the power off rienshio above all else. highly reccomended