Nixon Stories

Leo has always known something about him was different-stronger, faster, and darker than he could explain. Raised by adoptive parents in Dallas, his past is a mystery. So is the strange pull inside him. When a trail of subtle clues leads him to Malmö, Sweden, he hopes to find answers. What he finds instead is a city on the edge of a hidden supernatural civil war. A blurry prophecy speaks of a boy who will either unite or destroy two worlds. Some believe Leo is that boy. Others think he's just a chess piece in a much larger game. Caught between survival and loyalty, fate and ideology, Leo must navigate a foreign landscape where the rules are unknown. Everborns or Night Walkers-he must choose a side. ISBN: 979-8-218-75461-7

The thrilling prequel to When Towers Meet. Two lustful adventurers battle in a clash of tongues and towers. Scandals, conspiracies, and more await in this wet and wild journey.

A chance encounter with Richard Nixon and a rocky start with Ronald Reagan, how can Harry Styles find love and promote One Direction at the same time? As his love affairs with these two men grow, who will he choose - Richard or Ronald? Or will he ignore both of them to take One Direction to new heights? Co-authored with a friend.

My attempt at poetry and humor... filled with historical references in every line!

When Neveah finds herself sleeping with her teacher, she notice's that he's obsessed with her an she can't get away from him.

In 1960 Jonathan Lownaski was living in America. The Russians had atomic bombs, and so did the Americans, and it left the civilians terribly frightened. After his Mother is left dead after a nuclear attack, he begins to realise what's actually going on.

A dazzling, breakthrough movie from our time suddenly appears on a movie screen on a grey day in 1954. It explodes on the stolid certainties of the time with disruptive force. Disneyland, the rise of TV, the decline of movies, Creature from the Black Lagoon, McCarthyism, the Red Scare, the Lavender Scare, young love, forbidden love, the Catholic Legion of Decency, the ambitions of Richard M. Nixon, the suffering of Pat Nixon, the suffering of Paul Robeson, the Bush dynasty, the Dulles Brothers, the fever dreams of J. Edgar Hoover, Anne Morrow Lindbergh, Edward R. Murrow, Ike, the Kefauver hearings into the depravity of comic books, the Superman complex...familiar signposts of the 1950s are blown off course as Black Panther suddenly and mysteriously shows up on a movie projector in a theater in a small Connecticut town. It plays on a continuous loop, sparking a sensation in the town that spreads to panic in Dwight Eisenhower's White House. Ike forms a special task force to get to the bottom of the subversive film under the direction of his ever-vigilant Vice President, Richard M. Nixon. Nixon's investigation disrupts the lives of young lovers Shep Ferrell and Rosemary D'Aleo, struggling to navigate their simple boy-girl relationship through the murder, racial tensions and H-Bomb anxieties aroused by the erupting controversy. Black Panther's journey back to the past has the cultural impact of a meteor hitting earth, burying a large, hot vein of reflective truth beneath the United States and forcing a dialog between the 20th and 21st centuries.

Coach O is an aspiring new Math teacher but what happens when he notices the beautiful Science Teacher Ms. Nixon?

"What are you doing here?" he questioned, his voice a husky of depth. "This is reserved land, tourists aren't allowed here." "W-who are you?" He wasn't the uniform that the Rangers wore, so I knew he wasn't a part of them. He was a random man. If I wasn't supposed to be out here, then he wasn't either. He had to be at least a half a foot taller than me. His hair was tousled over his head, in an unmistakable windblown quiff. In the dense lighting of the woods, his eyes were piercing as he looked me over. The confident stance and his muscular body left me feeling overwhelmed. He could be a mass murdered and easily able to overpower me. I didn't know. Just being around left me feeling slightly terrified. He radiated authority and power. "There are wolves running in these woods, períergi. It's not fairytale. It's real." "Of course wolves aren't fairytale," I retorted. "They're a protected species by the feds. If you'll point me in the right direction, I'll be going back to the park grounds." I looked around trying to find the best route of escape. Every angle I turned revealed gleaming gold eyes in the shadows of the woods. It appeared as if a whole pack of wolves had surrounded us. A small whimper escaped my throat as I looked back to him. His eyes darkened slightly as he stared into the distance at the wolves. He stepped forward immediately once again invading my personal space. His nostrils flared briefly before his arms wrapped around me tightly, pulling me into his chest. His head lowered slightly and I felt his chin rest on my head. "Den tha mas vlápsei. Wolves are social creatures by nature," he said. "You'll get used to being around them. Eláte se mas." Shock nor horror could describe how I felt. Wolves moved from the shadows into the light. Their muscular lean bodies moved with a lethal grace. They continued coming forward until we were both surrounded. Close enough to us that I felt the breath of two wolves brushing against me.

When Annabelle drunkenly calls Asher, the man everyone thinks is attractive, yet no one talks to due to his shyness, what will happen? Will her relationship with her toxic boyfriend, Nixon, end? Or will it grow stronger? Follow along to find out!

The rules were simple, 1) no kissing 2) come whenever it happens 3) no one knows 4) never go in the attic 5) never be afraid to ask for a ride & 6) no falling in love A girl with anxiety. A boy with popularity. Two neighbors. When she goes to phsyco therapy, her therapist recommends finding an "anchor person" who she feels safe around. He was the only one she could think of. No one would ever think it, but they might just break all the rules. Or will a secret be discovered and it can't be forgiven.

This isn't your typical father/son story. Not because it follows a wise man's life, but something... deeper, at least for Peter. I once heard that all you need in a guy are jaw lines and arm veins. Luckily, for you, Peter, and even me, my boy Dicky Nixon was blessed with both. This story is much more than love at first sight or any other sleazy romance novel. We all fear destruction, to be taken apart piece by piece, but destruction is what makes us true, and we owe that to those who do us most wrong.

♡ imagines of my favorite boys ♡ ◇ requests are closed◇ No disrespect to the original men if easy company, these stories are based upon the betrayal of the actors in the series. All rights belong to Tom Hanks and Steven Spielberg.

gripping story of how Pentagon Papers got published, exposing lies and coverups.