Well, this is a journal, so you found it. Can I say Happy reading into my life? The life of a kid who hates love. This is a love story, darling.
Well, I don't know about you but I hate school, I have been told it is a place to mingle with good souls and create moments to cherish and to get yourself educated. It is a place for youth to strive and bloom into respected beings. It is a sanctuary of sanity.
If you ask me, school is the definition of drama as it is the birthplace of drama.
Youth is the ambassador of chaos, you can either make the chaos good or bad, worth the pleasure or the very cause of death.
Life is too short to live with a sane mind, there is no harm in breaking rules to live life the way you want as long as it makes you good.
As with any classical young adult romance, this book is filled with horny, hormone imbalance, chemical imbalances, not loved and very well-loved, mature(childish), caring(cruel ) teenagers.
All of this drama only started because of one guy, Mark Austin Jawa, the golden boy of Winter Abyss High School. Maybe Mark had nothing to do at all.It was just about 4 kids learning to live
Did I forget to say, there are inhuman beings as well in this story?
There are romance, drama, revenge, supernatural, chaos, lust, betrayal, hate, friendship, mental health issues, Johnny Christopher Depp || fan and hater, selenophile, diversity of nations and their skins and of course, there are gays. There are also LGBTQ ++ in this pure chaos-filling story of 21st-century humans and the Novel Coronavirus 2019 Disease better known as Covid 19.
Oh, I almost forgot, this tale is even more screw up than the famous love story of
Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare.
Book One of Five in the New Beginnings Series.
**You do NOT have to read Inhale, Exhale, & Breathe to enjoy these stories**
#1 in bxb tag: 09/21/2024
#4 in friendstolovers tag: 9/21/2024
CYRUS PIERCE:
I'm content in my almost soundless world. I prefer to live through the romance stories I weave and post online. Hardly anyone reads my books, even if they're free, but I do have one fan, and he's supported me since I started writing two years ago.
Except, my writing started to take a depressing dive when I realized that you simply couldn't prevent nor protect your heart from falling for someone. For him. For the one who had no interest in me.
When I fell in love with him, I thought we had a chance. It was an accident.
Turned out, I couldn't be more wrong. He doesn't want me, and I wasn't supposed to have him.
It didn't matter if he showed up in the bookstore every day, talking to everyone else except me. Nor did it matter at all because he didn't know sign language. He couldn't learn.
We couldn't communicate.
But after I go on a date and it ends in putrid disaster, he makes his appearance known, and he's angry.
Then he's doing things for me that confuse me.
My stories are filling up with pages of content, dreams that I want to come true, and my mystery commenter encourages me to continue-to reach my happiness.
To take what I want.
But the activities planned start sparking familiarity-like I lived it before, or maybe dreamed it. Or maybe, just maybe, I'd written it before?
My mind is spiraling, but I can't stop myself from getting closer and closer to him.
I'm not supposed to have him, but my heart craves him.
Sage Monroe, I'm in love with you, and I'm scared now because I have a feeling that you've been communicating with me in more ways than one.