Author's e-books - Fairytale. Page - 1
When Goldie goes out for her planned walk leaving her porridge to cool, is she going to be the victim this time or has she learned a lesson? See what happens when Goldie gets 3 visitors whilst she is out.
This is the story of me and how I found my True Love.
She is a girl withought trouble withought fun untile she meets him the guy, her guy, what will happen if she falls in love what will she do, will she stay, or will she go?
In 87 Stories, a grandfather has spent his entire life writing books that have a connection with the universe and all of its dimensions. When Eliza and Thomas, best friends, are told to open a book correlating with their age, they are transported into medieval times. There is only one way to get out of their story, to figure out their destinies.
I always liked the snow. The way it fell gently and softly from the sky above. Or, when it landed on your nose and you could see the perfect white snowflake. All in all, my favorite is when you wake up after a blizzard or a snow storm. In Pennsylvania, it was perfectly normal to wake up in early January and find the world covered in a thick layer of beautiful white snow. Great old maple trees that were once covered in green leaves in the summer, were now bare and covered in snow. Or the Ever
This is the story of me and how I found my true love. I guess all those heartbreaks and tears really did have a reason. (*not finished yet*)
When Goldie goes out for her planned walk leaving her porridge to cool, is she going to be the victim this time or has she learned a lesson? See what happens when Goldie gets 3 visitors whilst she is out.
This is the story of me and how I found my True Love.
She is a girl withought trouble withought fun untile she meets him the guy, her guy, what will happen if she falls in love what will she do, will she stay, or will she go?
In 87 Stories, a grandfather has spent his entire life writing books that have a connection with the universe and all of its dimensions. When Eliza and Thomas, best friends, are told to open a book correlating with their age, they are transported into medieval times. There is only one way to get out of their story, to figure out their destinies.
I always liked the snow. The way it fell gently and softly from the sky above. Or, when it landed on your nose and you could see the perfect white snowflake. All in all, my favorite is when you wake up after a blizzard or a snow storm. In Pennsylvania, it was perfectly normal to wake up in early January and find the world covered in a thick layer of beautiful white snow. Great old maple trees that were once covered in green leaves in the summer, were now bare and covered in snow. Or the Ever
This is the story of me and how I found my true love. I guess all those heartbreaks and tears really did have a reason. (*not finished yet*)