The sequel to Fragility.A sense of loss darkens Talia. She returns to LA a different woman.Her business mind goes into overdrive and before long, she is running high. This brings her close to Theo in a battle of power and money.Angie arrives in LA, with only one thing on her mind, Talia.Mason's training and tightening up of Talia's business mind becomes even more regimental. But these two cannot get enough of each other, and he has big decisions to make. 18+ mature
{Oc x Satoru Gojo} The Chiyo family is said to be the descendants of the historically elusive Mother of the Cursed Womb: Death Paintings. A single line of descendants that alone holds the ability to guarantee the inheritance of a curse technique in their offspring. For generations, the Chiyo family has profited from the sale of babies blessed enough to inherit this ability. In the Winter of 1991, Sachiko Hanabusa was born. Two days after her birth, her name was changed, and ten figures were placed into the account of the Chiyo family by an undisclosed Jujutsu family. She spent the next five years confined to the Chiyo estate as her caretakers prepared her to deliver to her buyers. As her fifth year came, she stood in front of a family of white hair that greeted her with smiles and praises. She didn't know then, but the boy whose bright blue eyes shone at her with pure curiosity would become her undoing.
❝Kill time with me, darling.❞they find home in different places.[for abby, happy nineteenth]
❝Suddenly, being powerful and rich didn't seem so perfect anymore. It was a place full of pretence and farce. A place where the wealthy controlled the poor like puppets in their hands. For the first time, she didn't feel proud of who she was.❞Swapping her ordinary, middle-class life for a status full of privilege, wealth and power, Teagan Caridi could not be more happier. Then comes along the gorgeous but erratic Jasper Mitchell, a poor black boy who is haunted by his heritage and prejudice. His arrival threatens the very beliefs her life was built on. Teagan must attempt to eradicate rigid hierarchy favouring the rich and white even if it means giving up everything she's earned for.© 2020 Kshish Rana
for the girls growing into girlhood to women, who are looking for the answer of reason.
Sarawat suffered a horrible motorcycle accident in which he was badly injured, this almost taking his life. Fortunately, the doctors were able to save him and avoid physical sequelae, but unfortunately, he suffered memory loss.Nine years later his life is back to normal, well, partially. He manages to recover most of his memories, but he still can't recall fragments from previous years before the accident. Moreover, he keeps dreaming about a boy with a beautiful smile and cannot remember where he knows him from. After many failed attempts, he comes to the conclusion that the boy is a figment of his imagination. So he thought, until during a trip back to Thailand after living abroad for several years, he meets the boy of his dreams.
The turtles were battling the Shredder in an old factory but something happened something really bad...Sorry! I suck at descriptions!Anyways,Hope you will enjoy this story!Comment and Vote!
Is it a sign of weakness or strength to break so often but still have pieces left to shatter
After Anne is freed, you find yourself becoming more and more protective of her.
One of the emotive poems from my first published anthology, Verse [ https://www.amazon.com/Verse-Euan-Slight-ebook/dp/B073HQKSD8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1529352971&sr=8-1&keywords=euan+slight ]
Staring down at herself and the single petal left on the rose, she realized how fragile she truly is.
Maya D'Amato. A seventeen-year-old awakes to the news that her best friend, of twelve years, has been murdered and her body abandoned in a boat. As she adjusts to life without her best friend she is haunted by the sound of pain. As the case begins, she finds herself a suspect with her psyche growing more fragile as time progresses. Sooner or later a ghost returns from the past that sends her world into extreme paranoia and questions her innocence.
A brief delving into the experience of the primal instincts of denial and anger.
(Formerly titled Drakos)You were not born to be theirs. You were born of a different mind-set. You were born from a different war. Your soul is not theirs. Your mind is not theirs. Your heart has no place until you have found peace. You were not born to be theirs. You were not born to be anyone's at all.
The aftermath of the war committed by the High Heavens had taken more than just lives.Somewhere along the bloodshed and rubble of what once was is the former Dragon God of the Sky, Huang-long's right-hand woman, Priestess Baozi, carrying the burden of a broken heart and a fragile promise.The last words of the former god were a muted confession--a 'what could've been' before he was mercilessly taken from her, swept by the cruelty of war. She had sworn off love from then on. After all, immortal beings like her and the hopeless wishing for love were nothing but a dangerous pipedream.So imagine her horror when the spitting image of Huang-long ended up on the doorstep of his abandoned shrine, a new young god calling himself Qing-long who could only remember his name.Now, Baozi, begrudgingly, must do her duty again: protect and serve the successor of her former lord as best as she could without her grief getting in the way.-STARTED | 04/09/24STATUS: on-going.written by bunhause[ ⚠️ ] do not plagiarizeto other websites or reprint illegally.
this isnt a story, there are three stories that will keep u hooked till the last word. you will meet lauren, jessica , haleema and ruby in this spiral of life and death.
Once his secret got out, his life was never the same. How could it be? He had the power to take away pain, and people had plenty of pain to be taken. But there was something that they didn't know, that nobody knew. Each and every time he gently placed a hand on their shoulder and smiled happily as their pain melted away into nothing, their pain didn't actually disappear. It just moved. It moved into him.