Vehemence Stories

Self-Help

I find life to be difficult, mysterious, hilarious and exciting. There are days when it's dark in, with very little light out. This is my therapist, this book-- these words, my words. This is my road through life. Special thanks and lots of love to @oneuniquereader for making this beautiful cover ❤️❤️😘

SOV Ixion Alastair Lincoln, the leader of Anticypre, is cold as ice. Aziara Reighn Dawn, the leader of Aespaire, is cold as strong wind. What if these two collide?

Vehemence is something that flows in all of us. Kyle Johnson is a special boy because of his vehemence. Unlike others, Kyle was born with an abnormal amount of vehemence. Because of that, he was a test subject in a lab experiment. However, something went horribly wrong and now he's being hunted down like a wild animal. Kyle does find help from some old friends and help from some new ones. Even though he's a target, Kyle tries to live his life the best he can, but can he escape the constant darkness that haunts him?

This is a fiction novel of the journey of a fallen Angel, who dwells in sorrow for his fate binding decision; whereas most fallen dance with the Devil. Though what lies beneath a chamber may yet again allow vehemence to open his wings.

She watched as the attenuate red and brilliant golden painted leaves mixed within the muddy browns that would soon wither away, ever so often a few would gracefully descend down to the forest floor, the frigid air already affecting the nature. winter is fast approaching. The young woman made her way though the thick forest. Her bovine blue eyes lightening up as the trees started to thin Solace flooded through her veins as she crossed the tree line and out into the small clearing consisting of a rather ample oak tree, its limbs interwoven like a maze within itself. A diminutive smile danced onto her face taking a deep breath she began to climb up the tree not stopping until she reached the branch she decided was her spot. She would spend most of here time up in the tree drawing the wildlife. Here the girl felt whole but she knew well she was the polar opposite, she was broken. How she got to this point was beyond her knowledge yet she knew where it started, him. The worst of it all is the girl had no cognition of who he was to her, no memories no reasoning as to why she feels her chest tightening with anguish at the mere thought of this faceless ghost.