Throughout high school and college, Kat had eyes only for Bax. He, on the other hand, did not wish to ruin their friendship that he treasured more than anything else. So, instead of acting on his intense feelings for Kat, he continued jumping from one relationship to the other. Every time she saw him with another girl, her heart shattered into a thousand pieces. A few heartbreaks later, she disappeared from his life.
When Amy married a high school dropout, Josh, she happily left her parents’ immense wealth and their pretentious lifestyle. With her husband and their son, Caleb, she had built her own little paradise. Nevertheless, as it is with all good things, her blessings came to an end, when Josh began hallucinating. In no time, his episodes escalated from him mumbling to people no-one else could see to getting into a life-threatening situation.
Valerie’s reluctance to bond with people suited perfectly for her job as a Deceased Patient Coordinator in Lawrenceville Regional Hospital’s social services department. So, when her boss told her to start a weekly trauma support group, she despised the idea. Still struggling with her past, she did not feel qualified to run such a group. Yet, this trauma group brought an elevated sense of justice inside of her, so much so that the professional boundaries blurred after each meeting.
Shadow of Athena by Elena Douglas is an engaging historic fiction that revolves around a baffling custom. To appease the goddess, two girls were sent to Athena’s temple at Troy every year. For this duration, these maidens lived in servitude in the temple. Ultimately, they returned to Lokris with the vow of sanctity for the rest of their lives.
As soon as the British announce the partition of India, blood flowed on the streets like water. It seemed as if the devil had unleashed his minions who were hellbent on enveloping the entire nation in its brutal grip. People, consumed in insatiable rage, murdered one another like beasts. The incessant banging on their door felt like nonstop punches to Akriti’s head.
“How long would you be gone for?” Akriti’s voice was shaking. The last thing she wanted was to break down in front of Parth. She had heard her father rebuking her mother numerous times for weakening his resolve by crying in front of him. It was the same story almost every other day. Subsequently, she had vowed never to let her man see her tears. Even though they hadn’t said the words, it was an unspoken agreement that they belonged together. But now, he was leaving India with his family, for God knew how long. To avoid meeting his gaze, she focused on removing invisible lint off her dupatta.
Twenty-five-year-old Darcy Evans had a lot of things working in her favor. She had two best friends: Sophie and Erin. She was a personal assistant to a celebrity. Although her boss, Larissa Monroe, had some crazy viewpoints, Darcy knew how to manipulate her. Despite the positives, one aspect of her life always knocked her out: her dating life. To say that she had a bad dating record would be the understatement of the year. Therefore, her friends came up with “The No More Bad Dates Pact.”
Although Aggie’s life was no fairy tale, she cherished her childhood like a distant dream. When her teacher recommended her for a scholarship exam, she believed herself to be one step closer to becoming a teacher. However, her mother, whom she called Mam, decided that it was “o’er time” that she left the school. Despite her reluctance, fourteen-year-old Aggie was sent off to Alder Lodge to work as a “maid-of-all-work.” This is where she found love. She could not put her foot down to protect her ambition of becoming a teacher, but in the matter of marriage, she did not succumb to her mother’s resistance. Thus, she married William, a soldier with enchanting tales of travels far and beyond. Little did she know that this very man would put her through life’s horrific turmoils. The White Apron by Christine Eyres is a testament to a woman’s resilience and devotion.
Soulmate! There is a nice ring to the word. Right? Words have more power than we give them credit for. With just one right string of words, we can change the course of events — important events. Once upon a time, around seventeen years ago from now, a person introduced me to the word soulmate. I didn’t know at the time, but my life changed dramatically after that. For one, the idea of somebody, whom my soul knew even before I was born, lit up my whole world. No longer did I feel alone. With a soulmate by your side, you could be invincible. If you already have found your soulmate, you are nodding with me. Nonetheless, if you haven’t, you’re laughing at my naivety. Regardless of your reaction, I found my soulmate, and I love my life for it.
When I saw the movie Twilight or maybe it was New Moon, I thought the idea of a werewolf imprinting1 on a woman was a load of bullsh*t. It just didn’t seem realistic. Do you see the irony? I was trying to find “realistic” reasoning in a movie based on vampires and werewolves. Yet, the day I saw Avani for the first time, all my logic went out the window. I must be a werewolf at heart, because, at that time, I believed that I had imprinted on Avani. My world revolved around her, and she didn’t even know about it. Who knew that the road that I had taken to learn the magnificent French language would actually lead me toward a girl, whom I would never forget.