Beproudofwhoyouare Stories

I have alot of faults and I want start over with this

I decided to write this book for people out there struggling for people who need to see the good side of the world or of themselves. In this book, you will find I have written about things that we all go through in everyday life. I hope this book helps to not only love someone else but to love you first. "Before you love someone else, love yourself first." The cover and banner was made by @armeiallanes and her shop @Lover Cover

What will Harley's parents do?

Un simple Os para expresar mi descontento a la discriminación que sufre el amor libre y la identidad, sexual o no, de las personas en diferentes lugares del planeta. En él, una voz sin género ni nombre nos cuenta como se reencuentra con su amad@ en su país natal y nos expresa su descontento por no poder expresar libremente lo mucho que l@ ama. Es un OS cuyo protagonista no tiene nombre ni rostro para que cada uno le pueda dar, si así gusta el suyo propio y pretende suscitar empatía hacia aquellas personas que aún a día de hoy no pueden amar a quien gusten o ser quienes quieran, sean del colectivo que sean. Love is love. Be proud of who you are...

Charles Dennis Young is a millionaire-and a widely known womanizer. Every day you'll see an important female hanging off his arms, and at night you'll see another female celebrity leaving with him. But what the public doesn't know is even millionaires have their dirty secrets. And Charles' secret? Would cost him not only his reputation, but the empire he's built with his bare hands.

"You prise open my heart with tender touches, like bands of light, rippling yet clear, disturbing the long settled fog, tugging at its cords, till my body awakens to the melody of a rainbow stretched across our sky." - a soft sigh escapes her lips, as she puts down the pen, turning to look at the sky through the window by her writing table. Her eyes roam over the dull blue sky with wisps of white, stopping to stare at the dark grey clouds strolling in from the east. Her lips stretch into tight smile, holding long tamed bitterness at the corners. She inhales the musky scent of moisture clinging to every surface it can find. It's one of those days. Again. When the dull ache in her chest seems to grow, spreading into every nook and corner, straining against her, threatening to break free. She lets out a shaky breath. Hopefully, it will rain soon. She needs relief. Paige. A twenty year old girl, living life just for the sake of living it. Paige has secrets, she is struggling to get rid of. However it's never too easy to get rid of the past. It latches on to us just when we least expect it. Paige has been broken like every other person existing, and she has got back up on her feet again in no time. She thinks she is fine, maybe she is happy as well. But what is happiness? That's a question she has never been able to find a satisfactory answer to. Paige has never known who she truly is. The harder she tries, the louder the voices in her head tell her she is no one. She doesn't know how to find out, does she even want to? What happens when, Merl, her best friend from childhood, who ushe has seen fifteen years ago, reappears in her life, bringing with her the very past, Paige has been struggling to avoid? What happens when all the answers creep in holding the hands of love? What happens when in a world in shades of black and white, Paige starts bleeding colors?