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Dark, Erotic, Sexy and at times humorous side on all things relevant to erotic romance, reading, writing, media and of course, outlook. Saturday, September 7, 2013. From the beginning of the story the main character Dan Stagg .
A Yankee and a Southern Belle with very different writing styles. Who bonded one day while tweeting. Friday, September 30, 2016. Off The Keyboard is being re-constructed and will be back up and running soon! Stay tuned for new guest author posts. And tons of fun! Wednesday, June 18, 2014. Originally published in a shorter form as Staking His Claim. Friday, June 6, 2014.
This All is my best friends in campus. Mreka smua adalah temen2 aku yang dengan setia nemenin aku selama 3 tahun dibangku SMK. Plus tu yang paling tengah adalah wali kelas tercinta. Nah klo sahabat aku yang satu ini. Meskipun kita berdua sering banget tengkar bahkan saling ga sapa-sapaan. tapi dya tetep sahabat terbaik aku lho. Nah klo ni adalah temen aku yang ga kalah hebatnya. Dia uda nemenin aku selama 4 taon lebih lho. Sodya juga temen aku yang sipp dech.
Cerita paling romantis yang pernah kubaca! Seperti inilah contoh cinta sejati dan tulus seorang suami istri,. Cinta yang tidak akan pernah padam walau dihadang berbagai terpaan,. Tiba-tiba saja semuanya sirna, begitu kecelakaan itu dialaminya. Kegelapan, frustrasi, dan rendah diri tiba-tiba saja menyelimutijiwanya. Hilang sudah masa depan yg selama ini dicita-citakan.
Foi feita a pensar nas pessoas que já sofreram o impensável, mas que ao chegar ao centro do sofrimento encontraram uma luz mais forte e mais cristalina do alguma vez experiênciaram, porque a luz brilha mais forte no escuro.
This is the story of my struggle with Bipolar Disorder type 1. I tell myself this every day. Wednesday, January 11, 2017. Just put me in a wheelchair, get me to the show.
171;As nuvens, meu irmão, são leviandades da criação. Quinta-feira, 29 de dezembro de 2016. A Princesa e a Ervilha. Enviar a mensagem por e-mail. Dê a sua opinião! Sábado, 10 de dezembro de 2016. Meu pai perdi no tempo e ganho em sonho. Se a noite me atribui poder de fuga,. Sinto logo meu pai e nele ponho. O olhar, lendo-lhe a face, ruga a ruga. Está morto, que importa? Suor algum, na calma de meu sonho.