Literary thrillers

Your The Recipe for Happiness and accompanying stories in this compendium are more than just a literary collection—they are a manifesto for resilience, a tribute to the enduring human spirit, and a guidebook for emotional survival. With a breadth of gen

About the group onefour.

About the college student , Champion Reign.

The Book is about a foundation in my Aunt Andrea's name for bi-polar mental disorder!

Self Expression Journal.

About the author liking the male crush from the music video , DON'T LIKE.

About the author trying to love against all troubles of heartbreak from the heart.

About the author's heartbreak book.

About the house of love.

About the cartoon character , Betty Boop in the Ghetto.

About a person named Champion Reign.

To the Don Pablos of this world those who refuse to bow, even with a knife to their gut. To the Mariangelas who break inside and return by will alone, for only there lives the freedom of love.

About the Author 's Novel.

About Socialization.

About the Author being as the way of the way the World should change to better.

About the Author seeking a way to be loved in the better World!

About the Author's Mother Lifestyle to sex as a woman in gender as unique aspiration to be a feeling to the right sex.

About the Author's Journey as A Pre -Nursing Student as Miss Distinct.

About the Author wanting to write a Novel About the Sealed Envelope Delivery.

The Author describes her April Crush as being as his final crush from the time she meant him in Baltimore City, Maryland.

About a Restaurant Tailor.

About the Author experience as a female in Baltimore City, Maryland.

About the Author wanting to talk about her Angel Friend named, Brazo.

About the Author's Book Collection of Erotica , Called Good Throat.

About the Author liking bewareness as the world's beauty.

About the Author wanting to be a Sociologist to her life.

About the Author writing about death.

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:

Jaime Febrer arose at nine o'clock. Old Antonia, the faithful servant who cherished the memory of the past glories of the family, and who had attended upon Jaime from the day of his birth, had been bustling about the room since eight o'clock.

The speaker had just pushed his horse over the brow of a slope which he and his servant had for some time been mounting, through the steamy warmth of a foggy May morning.