"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."

Warning: this story contains dark theme about depression, sex, violence, and language that may trigger emotional trauma to people who experienced the same. Read at your own risk. Beauty is a gift from God, or so they say. Bethany Chaleir De Vera learned at a young age that beauty won't give you a free pass from heartaches when her dad left her mom to elope with another woman who wasn't even half her mom's beauty. In fact, she believes that beauty is a curse. Because if not, why do her friends continue to betray and sexually assault her? Eventually, she learned not to trust anyone, she learned how to play the game, how to use her beautiful face and curvy body as a weapon to guard her fragile and broken heart. For her, she'd rather fuck in broad daylight than make love in the dark. She'd rather shed her skin to strangers than readily offer her heart. Not until Artemus Xavier knocked on her door. But in this life led through broken pieces and betrayal, how do one unkiss her? How do one unrape her? How will he unravel her?

Breakfree: Igniting passion, Chasing freedom Simply, one writes to be heard. Whether it be by a person you most dear, people you bear grudge against, by your country or by yourself, one writes to be read. But it has never been a simple obligation to hear out voices in your head, and you try to talk to them like good old friends and convince them to strike a pose in paper by means of words. Some of them mutter then slip away, not agreeing the way you dress them in letters; while a few choose to stay, flaunting confidently with poise. So when rhythm of literature plays upon your writer's hand will then they harmonize and start to dance. There's a sense of euphoria like that of a launching eagle, gliding through space of freedom, when you bury seeds of your thoughts with a quill. You plant your idea with your passion being the light and you pour your soul into it, so when it starts to grow, and you let it be, you'll feel from above how lovely it is to be free. To write is to make love with liberty. Either you want it gentle, or you prefer choking, you'll eventually end up freeing something.