Author's e-books - Fight. Page - 1
Life is beautiful but the path of life is full of destruction. We all like to read, hear and talk about people who succeed. People who achieve. These are the stories of failures. The loser. The one whose life was not beautiful. Of course, you can learn from them too. You can relate to them. We all face problems in our life. We can solve them many times, but sometimes we perish.
The final battle between father and son deciding whether Justice will fall, or whether it shall persist. However, a twist resides within the story.
A poem from my first book, Silent Feelings. This is my favorite. :)
In a world controlled by a tyrant, a group of rebels will stand and fight for freedom.
Every girl wishes to live a normal life but for Kaylee is just doesnt seem possible. As her birthday approaches things start happening and not all of them are good.
I awoke with a flurry of hair, a gasp of breath and a pain so dreadful I wanted to scream. I was led on a soft bed, dreaming of home. No I wasn't aloud the pleasure anymore I didn't deserve it.
Life is beautiful but the path of life is full of destruction. We all like to read, hear and talk about people who succeed. People who achieve. These are the stories of failures. The loser. The one whose life was not beautiful. Of course, you can learn from them too. You can relate to them. We all face problems in our life. We can solve them many times, but sometimes we perish.
The final battle between father and son deciding whether Justice will fall, or whether it shall persist. However, a twist resides within the story.
A poem from my first book, Silent Feelings. This is my favorite. :)
In a world controlled by a tyrant, a group of rebels will stand and fight for freedom.
Every girl wishes to live a normal life but for Kaylee is just doesnt seem possible. As her birthday approaches things start happening and not all of them are good.
I awoke with a flurry of hair, a gasp of breath and a pain so dreadful I wanted to scream. I was led on a soft bed, dreaming of home. No I wasn't aloud the pleasure anymore I didn't deserve it.