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Hazel-Ann Malory had craved the written word since she was six. She would read anything she could get her hands on. The backs of shampoo bottles, the forbidden newspapers and stolen novels from her grandparents. Hazel-Ann adored writers and their courage of creating entire worlds, but she never dared to try and stomach the creation of those herself... all until a flood one day in her family home. Join Hazel-Ann as she begins to write her own story, but not by the way you may think her creativity came to her. She is challenged by her family, the social conformity of school and to her parent's glee, possible love. Adult language is used within this story. Top rankings - #9 Canadian (17-04-21) #3 Fossil (11-06-21)
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#12 - writing #17 - fantasy romance #19- books Elle had lost all her hope.Sinking in the chasm of poverty and misfortune Elle decides it is better to end her life. She gives herself one more day to live, her last day alive. This single day changes her life . The millionaire Allan Hawthorn enters her life and then the story commences. ------------------------------------- "it is not easy Allan, when the world's most desired guy is your boyfriend"I said as tears brimmed my eyes. "how long can we live in secret? It is moreover like I don't even have an identity". He looked at me strained. He moved over to me his eyes undressed me. His lips crushed over mine hushing my complaints. He smelled of exquisite perfume and obviously of unnerving classiness. "honey, did I not tell you, you look hot when you are furious."he whispered. "Allan"I retorted. "I never knew pyjamas were this sexy before "he said glancing at my outfit and pulling me into an other kiss. His kiss lingered erasing all the negative feelings. I go astray in the pleasure of his lips on mine. My mind completely loses its frail ability to reason when he is lurking around. But how long can I stay like this? This man really distracts my resolve. Not just a man, a cruel, stonehearted millionaire model and business tycoon. I am his girlfriend, rather his personal secret girlfriend.

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