The Last Hope

Johanna and Jose are from two different sides of the track, during the time of a power war between the Blacks and the Latinx's the two cross paths in more ways than one. How far are you willing to go to defend who you are? How far are you willing to go for love? What do you do when the two pull you to opposite sides?

What happens when the man Rachel once loved with all her heart and soul, the one who did not even flinch a bit when punishing her for hurting his so called love and even when she is reborn she is directly placed infront of him again ?

New cover same story ✨Keyanna Williams life was never easy. She was forced to grow up to soon due to neither of her parents being there.Then see meets Xavier and everything changes.

Picture this: I suddenly find myself in a medieval fantasy world, like the ones I used to gobble up in books. But here's the comical conundrum: I've got no clue which exact story realm I've landed in. Well, you see, I have a habit of ditching books faster than a rabbit on roller skates if they don't captivate me. So now, I'm stuck navigating this new world armed with nothing but recycled plotlines, overused clichés, and predictable story arcs. It's like I'm playing a game with rules as simple as connecting the dots, but with my luck, it'll probably end up being more like connecting the dots during an earthquake! Who knows what kind of hilariously bizarre situations I'll find myself in?Original Story.

Alexis has a life-altering dream and desperately wants to talk to mom about it, but that's not going to be an easy task. Alexis' mom is not the easiest person to talk to nor does Alexis even think mom would understand anyways. One day, encouraged by someone in an internet chat room, Alexis sees an opportunity and decide that the time is now, it has to be done, but when words wont do, what is Alexis to do? . . . Show her what you can't say.......*This story was written by Sabrynabrooklynne on Wattpad. If you aren't reading it there, it's been stolen. Please report the website. It's probably not the final version either.*© January 2012 by Sabrynabrooklynne.All rights reserved.No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.All characters, locations, and events in this story are fictional and a product of the author unless otherwise stated and any resemblances to persons living or dead is purely coincidental unless stated otherwise.None of these literary elements may be copied or used in any other work of fiction without the prior written permission of the author.

There are five things that I hate: 1.) Arrogant Guys 2.) Guys who have girls falling at their feet and they proceed to use them 3.) Guys who assume everyone loves them 4.) Guys who ride motorcycles 5.) Strawberry Ice CreamAnd Grayson Carter just so happens to be 4 of them. Even his name sounds like a celebrity's: Grayson Carter.The boy is everywhere; he lives down the street from me, he goes to my school, our mothers are even longtime friends yet he doesn't even know my name. The only place I can get away from him is my part time job at the library and the day he comes sauntering in looking for a job is the day I just might go insane. ROMANCE - TEEN FICTION - HUMORTitle Thanks To - factorfate------I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR THE PICTURE IN THE COVER. I SIMPLY SLAM DUNKED SOME WORDS ONTO IT. I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE. I SIMPLY FOUND IT ONLINE.

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Poems about daily struggles and overwhelming moments (anxiety, overthinking, trust issues etc.)One of my favorites:We go through the motionsEvery morning visualizing the moment we will finally be in bed again You wake up, slowly getting through the dayAs the hours go by the anxiety and stress and expectations pile onto youOur parents scolding us that we're lazy They don't know we hate ourselves for it They don't know we spend endless hours staring at our phone with jealousy and defeat We watch people's best lives as we're going through our worst moments The world is burning and the hate is easier to give than ever So no... being a teenager isn't easy Images assault us, screaming we're not good enough Because the person we're watching is 17 and a millionaire While we practice out smile in the mirror making sure it looks sincereInstagram account: @my.poetry.reads