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Lizzie was on the run; not from bad guys, international criminals or terrorists. She was hiding from her mother! At age 20, she had left her grand house in England in the middle of the night with only a short note to dear mum. She had attended Oxford for two years when Lizzie's well-meaning family had tried one more time to arrange a marriage with the right kind of man from the right kind of family. Lizzie's mother did not believe that Ladies of her station needed a University education. Lizzie railed against that kind of tradition and simply wanted to finish her business degree and return to run the family estate and try to bring the property into the twenty-first century. If she failed in this endeavor, she would be forced to donate the family home to the National Trust as had been the case with so many of England's Great Houses. Lizzie's mother did not believe that Ladies of her station needed a University education. Her adventures next her first to Australia where she finished all but the last semester of her studies until the notorious London Tabloid Paparazzi found her. She once again escaped in the middle of the night and ended up at a small school in North America. That's where she met Mark...

Veronica Delacey is dead, but i didn't kill her i swear. Yes, I was there when she was murdered and i was the last person to see her alive. But I didn't murder her, you've got to believe me What's that saying people say? " Innocent until proven guilty?" Well that's what I am. Innocent. And ill make sure ill clear my name. If its the last thing I do...

The next big thing may already be crawling around your attic. When a sorority prank with a microbot lands him in hot water, university student Mason Donnelly is recruited to work on a secret project at a remote research facility. As the newest member of a team of brilliant misfits, he must reverse engineer a new class of robot with capabilities beyond anything previously thought possible. But the robot may have an agenda of its own...

I fell in love. Not that love that leaves you or dies. The kind of passion and fire filled love that never dies, never loses its intensity. He was my first love. But then life got in the way, lost myself and was in a dark place. But then like a message... The light came back. But he was also the darkness. He was known as the death bringer, the son of satan, the devil himself in human form. He was incapable of love. When the ruthless mafia boss, finds a dirty and broken young girl hiding in the back of his van,sobbing and terrified. He doesn't know the lives they will lead together, and the life they already did. Will he let her shower him in her love, or will he bring her further into the darkness? This will be a very long book. So get ready for the ride. Trigger warning: rape scenes not suitable for under 18, explicit mature scenes and graphic descriptions of death. This book is the book OF nadajoona_ , this book may not be used in anyway or replicated without the authors consent.

The ancient and tragic journey of the vampire Vittoria de Luca Bonenfant as she so vividly recalls. The struggles of an immortality she deems to be forsaken by God. A Christian who is loath to see her faith wain. A vampire with the profound inability to take mortal life and allow the warmth of human blood to make florid her pallor skin so that she might not be, in her view, this grotesque and perfect vision of conscious death. A vampire at a loss as she wanders the grey twilight- » » With you I leave my confessions, as in those wretched wooden rooms. Do with it as you like; tell it to your one, or to many, or burn it with my rosary, which I surely have blasphemed. How long ago the mortal soul in me was lost, I do not know. How long ago since I said, "Take me," with such hatred in my eyes. "Take me now from this cruelty!" But non, He would not. I know He has left me, my God, my Savior, my Abandoner, turned His crystalline gaze from my ruin. But with nervous hands and nervous breath did I pray to Him still, my breast cracked asunder as I strained to hear Him. But lo, that I heard the cold laughter of the Morning Star, and was blinded by the Son of Dawn. I said the words, "I will not go with you, Devil," and the Devil, who became the serpent of my rosary, and like a strange stigmata, bit my praying palm, pressed my fingerstips to his pallid lids, as though he felt a pull at his heart like so many strings. I loath him and do unto him cruel things. I like to do it. Because it is I, alas, who had become the Devil in the end, a savage Devil with sweet, ruddy tears at the rending of mortal flesh. Now, I daresay, no earthly living thing binds me to gracious mortal empathy, that mortal beating heart in its miserable rhythm. I have not eyes for their mourning visage, nor ears for their desperate cries. No heart for them. No heart. No heart that He may never forgive. #1 Poetic Prose #1 Musing photo credit: Laura Makabresku

I definitely didn't expect to wake up in the arms of someone so important and most importantly I didn't expect to wake up naked. How did I end up here again? I went to a bar to get drunk because I wasn't able to close a deal for my parents today so I went to get drunk. I know I was bad at drinking so why did I go? I'm such a mess now. What do I do? All these and more run in the mind if Rachael Bloom when she finally discovers that she has lost her virginity during a one night stand. Not exactly where she wanted to loose it. All rights reserved. Cover made by Enjoy!!!

"this grumpy tan line is taking almost a lifetime to go away." She said pouting her dark lips. By now her cheeks got a discreet rose shade on them. "mine took a month and a half." I said sipping my bottle. My head was slowly turning lighter. Finally the alcohol work up. "I won! Mine is already more than two months from the day I washed away the soap to get it out." She said with a huge smile. So it's not only me here getting tipsy. # 𝙉𝙖𝙯𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙖 : According to Urdu dictionary, the word means be in want of something, languishing for something you really cherish. PS: I am still learning to write this may not be even good but as Harry said 'be kind'.

Wrapped in profound sleep and solitude

In the spring of 1900, ten teams set out by canoe on a government-sponsored expedition to survey the wilds of Northern Canada. Their four-month mission: to record an inventory of the resource potential of the Province of Ontario's untouched frontier. Renowned athlete and lumberman George Reginald Gray commands Expedition Party No. 3, a team of scientists, surveyors, canoe men and a Native guide. Following the lead of the enigmatic Cree elder, the party delves deep into the heart of the Temagami wilderness where they awaken the true spirit of the land. "The Line in the Sand" draws upon primary source and archival documents to reveal the untold story of the odyssey of Expedition No. 3 and imagines what lies beneath the few surviving records of the journey. This novella originally was published to Wattpad as part of the anthology "Nine Lies of BG Davies."

Dominique Mitchell's struggle for her and her 2 year old Daughter, Cameron she strips on the side just bring cash in the home and to pay for day care but she has one customer that sees something else beside her body.

Brown locks that seemed to splash against anyone within arm's reach whenever it was windy, jet black orbs that seemed endless, a body carved into perfection hidden in those clothes made to bring her comfort not to impress, and legs that seemed to go on forever whenever she gives a flying kick against her opponent. She was the epitome of perfection and grace. Gwyneth. A name uttered by the referee once the fight was done that sent shivers down the spines of the bystanders as they hollered in response; she gave me the chills. Our eyes met and I somehow expected her to look shocked or at least frightened, instead she gave me a wink. And I was the one shocked to say the least.

She was gonna change the world, he already changed the world. When two people who fought against all odds finally cross paths. One thing is certain, nothing is guaranteed. Would Dera and Paul have a happy ending?

The orbital debris salvage ship THX-1138 and its young Commander Lieutenant Joachim Lee and his crew are tasked to de-orbit an abandoned space station from the mid 21st century. They find the station has had a visitor from somewhere in the Deep Dark. This novella is a prequel to Earthrise: 2176 and takes place in the Universe of that novel. It tells the tale of an event which took place approximately 50 years before the adventures of the crew of the starship Richard P. Feynman. During the Center for Orbital and Reentry Debris Studies (CORDS), the North American Alliance orbital debris salvage ship THX-1138 and its crew found something unusual was going on with The Station Long March of the People #7. Was this event the real First Contact?

For John Bomber, his life is over. He's out of the military on a medical with no way to return. His sister and her husband are capable of handling the farm. He's a respected pillar of the community, a multi-millionaire who is recognized throughout the State, and can go nowhere without everyone knowing. His son is grown and has begun following in his footsteps. But Prudence Bomber is dead. As big as Texas is, as big as the ranch is, there's nothing there for him any longer. The big, formerly happy-go-lucky Texan can't stand to stay in Texas, where even the evening breeze reminds him of Prudence.

In a world full of flat hours, I came in within minutes. I came too late.

Volume 2 - Beginning with Round 79 - February 22 - 28, 2019 Wayfarer's Lamppost Book Club is created in partnership with the Next Big Recognition Contest (NBR). Wayfarer's Lamppost Book Club is designed to complement the Next Big Recognition Contest by providing weekly feedback, resulting in the member's entire book being read and commented on by a partner over many weeks. Moreover, Wayfarer's Lamppost aims to provide what no other book club has done-feedback on character arcs and plot progression across the entire book.

🔪 Serial killer Abel is ready to take the next step of the prophecy. A prophecy, he's deemed by God to oversee, by any means necessary. His chosen, once known as Audrey Miller, is a school shooting survivor and the only to earn Abel's love. As the prophet's future wife and foretold mother to the new garden of Eden, Audrey has been brainwashed to believe in everything Abel tells her. So, when two of her fellow shooting survivors find their place on opposing sides in survival groups around her, she's no longer the friend they knew and loved. She's bound forever by Abel's belief that she's the mother of the new world. The zombies are believed by Abel's cult to be sent as a punishment from God. Demons, taking hold of the shells of rotting corpses, with hell running over in the sins of the perished. However, the other survivors living in the colony around them plot to break apart the cult that rises in power. Abel, his Eve, and the rest of his disciples move toward what Abel calls "The Reckoning". As Abel sets out to convert the rest of Richmond Hill's colony, anyone who stands in his way will meet their fate by Abel's bloodied hand...or by God's will. (Second installment of the twice featured Wattpad story, "ALIVE".)

18+ (MATURE CONTENT) In a better world, we are separated by out star signs. It allows for all of us to coexist the way we were always meant to. By every now and then, a war breaks out, and marriages are arranged between each of the signs eldest heirs to end the wars. Genesis, the eldest heir to the Kingdom of Libra, was meant to be wed to the Gemini heir, Cosmo. This wasn't a problem with either of the two, as Cosmo and Genesis had been life long friends, and had been expecting this marriage their whole youth. But when the Ares kingdom threatened continued war if they were not given the alliance with Libra, it was agreed to send Genesis to marry Alaric, eldest heir to the Ares Kingdom. The problem is, Genesis fears Alaric with her whole being, and she'll do anything to get out of this marriage and go back to Cosmo. Alaric wants what is best for his kingdom, and the only thing that can better his kingdom is the balance that only a Libra soul can bring. The longer Genesis is in the Ares palace walls, the harder it is to ignore Alaric's presence that is equally terrifying and attractive. And Alaric, well there is nothing for him to warm up to. He fell in love with Genesis the moment he saw her at the annual Collided Ball.

"I will save you, I promise" He whispered to me, his ocean blue eyes looking into my forest green. "Some people are too far gone to be saved, you need to understand that before you get hurt." I whispered back, before getting up and walking away, and this time he didn't come after me.

Cover Credit @StormRidden (she's amazing right?) You can't really know just how incredible someone or something is unless you peel back the outer layers. It's more than just scratching the surface, you have to really dig in, get rid off the facade they pretend, delve into the emotions they keep hidden and get to know them on the deepest levels. That's what I want to do. Every time I see him I want to know more, to see more, to do more. I want more of him because there's something about Ryder that just draws me in.