[NOW TRADITIONALLY PUBLISHED WORLDWIDE] "A life of happiness would be hell on earth." • When Grace finally decided to end her life, the last thing she expected was to meet a stranger simply gazing at the stars, dangling his feet over the edge of the bridge, exactly where she had planned to jump into the abyss and end it all. What was supposed to be the last hour of Grace's life becomes the hour in which she poured her drunken, broken heart out to a stranger over a bottle of scotch and a fresh round of tears. However, before they parted their ways, the stranger offered her a deal: she must promise to hold on to her life for another seventeen days, and afterwards, she could do with it whatever she'd like. He promise to even attend her funeral if he couldn't change her mind. But why seventeen days? And why did this stranger even care? There was more to him than what met the eye, and compelled by her own curiosity, Grace couldn't refuse. Maybe these seventeen days will only prolong her suffering. Or maybe they'll open her eyes to a part of life she never knew existed, full of hope for a brighter future. And maybe, just maybe, she'll learn to fall in love. • [FEATURED UNDER NEW ADULT, YOUNG ADULT, GENERAL FICTION, HUMOR & ROMANCE] • [Extended summary inside] [Started: 1 February'2020] [Finished: 24 January'2021] ©️prettyimbecile

*COMPLETED* Description : Honey is just shy of her 21st birthday when she moves to a tiny little town deep in New Mexico. She has no money, no family, no friends and no idea how she ended here, but she does have one thing, and that's a biker named Rage. Rage who is one of the ruthless members of the MC at 26 but unlike Honey, he has money, family, friends and now he'll have one more thing, and that's a cute little waiter named Honey. So when the two meet, and the day after Honey gets assaulted by a drunk in the bar the MC owns, will Rage take her in or will he let her be? Of course he does, buy little does he know the cute little waiter with the british accent will be harder to claim then anyone before. So, We hope you're enjoying you stay here at the Devil's Angels MC. How about you stick around a little longer? For Honey's sake. *Can be ready as a stand alone but is the second book in the Devil's Angels MC.* Excerpt : "Before I get far, my arm is grabbed and I'm yanked back into a hard chest and then shoved into the shed wall, "who the fuck do you think you are?" He growls lowly and slowly in my ear causing me to shiver. Then he looks over his shoulder, "everyone go inside." Everyone nods and drops what their doing and run inside. Then he looks back to me and growls again and runs his hand across my neck before pressing down slightly and leaning in closer to me,"I know you aren't ready for this, I understand that. I told you I'm going to wait for you and still even then you are mine. And I'll do everything in my power to protect you and that also means me claiming you," he pauses and gives my neck butterfly kisses making me let out a moan and nod, "the men here are mean, rough and ruthless and will do anything to get a girl they want. Once you are claimed, you're safer. No one will mess with you, especially because you're mine," he growls again, sucking on my neck. "Ookay," I say breathless."

Here lie my thoughts in this book, why don't you stop and take a look. While you read the secrets written there, try to ignore the silent screams no one ever seems to hear. Reading this will take some time, but you might recover my heart, lost long ago, that was once mine.

When you've been hurt, it's difficult to learn to love again. When you've felt pain, it's not so easy to be joyful. When your heart has been broken, it feels impossible to let someone put it back together. But then someone comes along, and they want to love you. They want to give you joy. They want to fix your broken heart. The only question is, will you allow them to keep your heart?

Some poems I wrote a while back. A few stories that I started but later didn't really like. Though I didn't want to get rid of them, for later use. And some other stuff. Yep-

Our tongues fight for dominance and I don't back down, his left hand grabbing my ass so hard it might bruise but damn it feels so good and I moan when his other hand laces itself around my neck "fuck, dont do that",he says while panting. "Don't do what" I'm confused and out of breath. "Don't moan" he licks his lips while staring at mine. "It drives me insane!" He picks me up and throws me on a bed that wasn't there before. He crawls in between my legs hovering over me. His eyes turn pitch black as he stares down at me, I bite my lower lip. "I have a kingdom to run and you are a distraction, if I kiss you again we might never leave this place for a year" ....................................................... She'll receive Hell before she gets Heaven on a silver platter. Kiah Grace Reeds. Lucifers Soul Mate. Even the God's have their eyes on her. ______________________ She'll receive hell before she gets heaven on a silver platter #Loveisablindfoldtothecautious

His eyes told how dark his thoughts were, What devilish aura he shadowed if she accepts him and is ready to listen to him no one could imagine his doings. She only seeks solitude, but he seeks her, he craves her as if his life depended on her. He is the cause of her pain, she only wishes to go away from all the emotions but he can never let that happen. He can show his tears to her, but can she wipe them? Maybe God wanted to create an unforgettable story. His aura screams power that no one can deny except bowing. Her soul reflects others' sins for what others fear to acknowledge. Did she hate him for giving her pain, no she never hated him, she changed herself.. but what change? She loves him! Maybe not... then what changed...? Love why is it so difficult either to gain or to lose... "I don't like it when you think about things other than me," he said Is this the start of his madness or he is already drowned in insanity? She is his heart.........She is the eternal echo God cast into existence for his life. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● He is taking every step near to her, his deep dark eyes looking at her serene calm face... she is looking directly into his deep dark ebony eyes... she can clearly see the insanity in his eyes... "Sweetheart, I told you not to think about other things.... but why you like to provoke me... ha" his voice is deadly low, sending an electrifying jolt. She is just standing infront of him looking into his sinister soul... He touched her cheek gently rubbing the soft gentle dried tear marks.. He kissed her forehead... she closed her eyes accepting her fate from which she tried to run away.... "Tell me sweetheart what punishment should I give him" A dark mysterious smirk playing on his handsome face... "He is your sister's soon to be husband" she said as he doesn't know. He chuckled, a mocking, sinister, extremely insane smile... playing ok his lips....

August & Colin | WRU series | book 1 We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control. I took a risk. I paid the price. I made a mistake. I felt the guilt. I lied. I lie. I loved. I try not to. I hurt. I still do. I lost control. I'm losing again. I try to stick to my plan, I try to follow my rules, I try to silence my heart, I try to keep control of the domino stones that represent my life. But one domino fell and the rest just followed. *** "We shouldn't do this," he whispers against my lips. I should applaud him for having the strength to act on that thought because I haven't been able to. At one point I wanted to, but his touches made the impulse to stop vanish. Now, the only thing I want to act on is the longing inside my chest as I think about demolishing the space between us. "Do you want to stop?" I can feel his frown against my forehead. He nudges my nose before placing a featherlight kiss on my mouth. His hands slide over my jawline, his thumbs slowly caressing my cheeks. He gives me another kiss. Slow and deliberately, as if he's still debating the answer to my question as he slicks his tongue over mine. He softly sucks on my bottom lip, dragging it with him when he pulls away. "I can't," he confesses before he presses his lips back on mine. *** All Rights Reserved (Do not copy this story, thank you :))

The story of a conman who finds himself in a most unusual set of circumstances in which he enters a town in order to pull his con, but strangely finds himself thrown into the bizarre land of Streel, which seems oddly familiar to him. And so he will fight his way through the world of absurdity that is Streel; and so he will meet a woman that he believes he loves; and so he will have to go in search of the Freel, to find the winged "slabberjank" and strike it down, facing all sorts of nonsense and absurdity on his journey through the land, for this is the task of right-handed people. Of course, left-handed people are really no different.