This is the fourth book of the Independent series, part two of book three, and you should read the first one "Miss Independent," the second one, "Ms. Independent," and the third one "Mrs. Independent," before you invest time in this one, otherwise you won't understand anything. WARNING: THIS STORY INCLUDES THE VERY AT...
I feel him turn his head and Josh's voice is soft as he whispers, "it's okay to not be okay and it's okay to have help. It's okay to be comforted and it's okay to crave comfort. We are imperfect human beings, Katherine. You don't have to be okay all the time." _____ Katherine Wellington is a very successful, very ind...
Josh rips open the oven. "There's bread in here." He says, pulling out the hamburger bun. "Yeah." "Well I didn't put it there." He says. "What kind of bread is it?" "A bun." He shrugs. "Why did you put a bun in the oven?" I grin. "Why did you put a bun in the oven?" I repeat his question. _____ This is the third book...
Katherine Wellington is a rebellious girl. She doesn't care what anyone says or what's right. When her boyfriend of five years cheats on her, Katherine realizes she's tired of being a horrible person. With a broken heart and a complicated relationship with her family, she moves to New York City, swearing to be indepen...
I pull open the front door, my eyes wandering around for a moment before I see movement below me. I look down, coming face to face with a little boy with messy blonde hair and brown eyes. A small Spider-Man suitcase is next to him. "Hi." He says. "Are you Gracelyn?" What the hell? "Yes." I say slowly, my eyes darting...
"Emmy? Good morning, Beautiful. It's time to wake up." She opens her eyes and sits up, a pout on her face. She blinks a couple of times and rubs her eyes, looking at me. She doesn't say anything for a second, pouting. "It's not even morning Momma." She mumbles finally. "It is morning, Cutie." "The sun isn't up." She s...
Tears rush down to my cheeks and splatter on the wood floor of Danny's university apartment. He has an imprint on his face from the creases in his pillow and keeps blinking and rubbing his eyes. I sit on the edge of his bed and his hand rests on my knee. He's crouched in front of me in a pair of basketball shorts. "I...
"If you asked me three months ago what heartbreak was, I would tell you it's losing somebody close to you due to unspeakable circumstances. But right now, in this moment, I would say it's you. I would say it's the feeling I got in my chest when I realized I was out of time. When I stood in the rain and yelled for you...