lissa dragomir

One thing that Melissa was certain of was that she was not the victim, no, she refused to be the victim. She believed that she was anything but the victim. While growing up, she knew that many believed that she had it all _she had whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted but only she knew that it was all false or maybe some parts were true. All she ever wanted was to live a simple live style, her mother's love, family members caring for her, and good friends who love her unconditionally, but no, none of those ever came through, no matter what she did, she ever fitted in. She was either expected much from her or pushed aside when they thought that she had no value. With a delightful smile, she was always able to mask her hurt whereas deep within she was slowly breaking apart. And each time the world reminded her of her reality she could not help but cry herself to bed, not because she was weak but because she felt overwhelmed. She believed that she would one day look back at these days with a smile on her face however her life turned out to be, and even if that day never came she hoped that someday she would be just fine. "HOW UNFORTUNATE THAT THE SEED SHE PLANTED GREW THIS DEEP " * "TELL ME, ISN'T IT A WASTE OF TIME AND EMOTION THAT PEOPLE ENGAGE IN AND BELIEVE IN SUCH A BOND?" She asked as she continued staring at the group of friends... "NO, IT ISN'T, THE JOY OF HAVING THAT ONE PERSON AROUND IS ALWAYS WORTH IT." He smiled as he looked toward the direction her eyes were focused on... "I HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED." She said as memories...

Being fifteen is hard, but it’s really hard when your not neurotypical. I probably spelled that wrong, this isn’t a quirky way of telling you I’m dyslexic I just genuinely tried my best and spelled that how I thought it was spelled and they put a red line under it. But I’m also Autistic/have Autism, ADHD, and of course Anxiety because there is no other way to complete my triple A battery of mental disorders. Now this is collection of all the stupid stuff I’ve done, all my mini misadventures. So I hope you enjoy my stories and laugh at me as much as I laugh at myself (that is to say a lot).

There is much to succeed in life. The words echo in Alice Marozi's mind as constant reminder for her to achieve her dreams and do well in school. Her friends on the other hand are the little devils on her shoulder to remind her to live a life full of thrill and fun in the prime of their youth. There is not much to do in life. Kicking back and doing absolutely nothing is Noah Park's idea of a good time. Despite thinking so, he is popular for his stellar athleticism, academics, and looks much to his dismay with a yearning for more. He is chasing a blind dream and wants to wake up to reality from the turbulence of pressure from his parents. The prestigious academy is doing a recruitment fair for the upcoming year, and every homeroom is subjected to creating an engaging activity to promote the school entrance rates and create unity among both new and returning students. How will the poster girl and boy create a romance both in pictures and in real life?

Lisa is a seemingly normal 18 year old school gir. She hangs out with her friends and adoptive family. But she can't remember her past prior to now. Her normal life was shattered when she was attacked by a creature who feeds on human blood. Lisa, together with an organization "The Core" will find a way to put an end to this battle.

Behold, The Solemn disposition might decease BUT there is something that might shoot the surveillance, an incline persona; yet there is a pull THAT persona might depart this life.

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Private investigator Ian visits his friend unannounced, only to discover the man lying in bed, not asleep but dead. Ian resolves to find out how his friend died and, if he was murdered, to bring the killer to justice.<br><br>But the details of the case are bizarre: the door of the condo unit is locked and the only other occupant is a bodybuilder, Horst, found sitting on the living room couch, half asleep or drugged. Ian calls 911 and the cops, when video footage showing no one entered or left the condo around the time of death, fixate on Horst as the most likely suspect.<br><br>Ian is convinced Horst is innocent and offers his services to help the police solve the mystery of his friend’s death. But the situation is complicated, not only by the self-contradictory nature of the physical evidence, but by the fact that Ian increasingly finds himself drawn to Horst. Worse, the lead police detective shows increasing signs of interest in Ian himself.<br><br>Love and death become strangely intertwined, their resolution not easily discovered. Is Horst as innocent as Ian believes? Can Ian help solve the locked-room mystery?

I Nicholas the last Descendant of the Hero Achilles, the man whose cursed to walk amongst the man for eternity, the man whose cursed to protect the most powerful weapon on earth and the man whose destined to oppose everyone who tries to steal the sacred treasure.

This novel is about Alicia's growth throughout.

Have you ever imagine how madness affect our world?