A kind and loving grandpa who did every thing to make her grand child happy.

There is more to a dog then meets the eye. Because every dog has a story. The same way you have a story. So never look at a dog and think that their life has been, being born and then adopted because most likely there is so much more to it... Chocolate is a purebred German Shepard. It is an (obviously) unspoken rule of dogs that purebreds are lucky. They are more likely to be adopted and have happy lives. But nothing about Chocolate's life is happy. Will that change? AN: Still convinced you should read this book here's a trailer by Nicole's Gaming on YouTube: https://instagram.com/p/BYGty84FZh-/

"It really was an accident." ________ PLEASE READ THE TAGS BEFORE!!! if you're sensitive to any of those topics, DO NOT READ THIS author is going THROUGH IT sorry for the possible mistakes author also doesn't know how to make covers or titles author will also say that it's not supposed to be good, but relatable (hopefully)

Alessia Fiorella Ferrari; The first born girl in three generations, known as the girl who always smiles and lights up her family's life. But when tragedy takes hold and she loses both her parents in front of her eyes she finds herself losing that sparkle her family loved, and to make matters worse her 6 brothers have become far too busy to notice the way their little sister is losing her light, or maybe she already lost it. Will they be able to catch her or is it far too late?

Silenced by trauma, she returns to six brothers who blame her for their parents' death. Her voice stolen twice - by abuse and accusation. Can she break through their hatred without words?

She escaped a love that destroyed her softly. Now, hidden inside a quiet bookstore near the countryside, Meher only wants peace, books, and enough silence to forget the man who broke her. But healing becomes impossible when the same black car starts appearing outside the bookstore every evening. And the man inside never seems to look away for long. Some stories heal you softly. This one breaks you first.

"Are you going to jump off the bridge now or not?" "Are you going to stop me if I said yes?" "Of course not," "Then, what would you do?" "Probably count you off," "Wow," "Do you want me to count?" "No," "Why not?" "Because I'm not going to jump off the flippin' bridge!" *** Joshua Goldmann was seemingly the perfect boy of the perfect small town, Willowcreeks. Even so, he found himself on the edge of an abandoned bridge on one fateful night. It was supposed to be the end, not the beginning

My life in ruins, this is where I'm at currently. I was living a lie, lying to people and most importantly to myself. You can act straight all you want, you can try to convince yourself that, but no matter how hard you try. The truth is always revealed. What did I do? I stroked her face, and told her she was still beautiful, then I bent down and kissed her. One of those soft, yet deep, gut wrenching, I'll always love you, but I have to let you go, goodbye kisses. Then I rested my forehead on hers and closed my eyes. I saw the past that we had, all of the memories we had together, I took them in, I felt the feelings again, I processed them. Then I saw the dreams that we dreamed for our future, I saw all of our plans that we made, I felt them, I felt the pain of what would never be, and then I released it all. I didn't realize I was sobbing until I felt her hand graze over the tears. I opened my eyes, blinked away the tears I had left, and smiled. She returned my smile. We knew at that point that no matter what happened, we would be ok.............. This is my struggle, this is my journey. Join me for the ride, but make sure you wear your helmet.

si-fi thriller from 1967

Writing is a terrifying act of creation that requires us to push past the fear of being known and bare our souls to others. It gives us a glimpse into our multifaceted lives, both as writers who share their stories and as readers who bring their own unique experiences to what they read. Writing serves as a beautiful connection to each other and our world. This collection of poetry and prose is intended for those of us who feel we have lost our connections and sometimes feel a little less than human because of it.