Author's e-books - feelings. Page - 3
This is simply about my thoughts. What ever pops into my mind at the moment, I put onto "paper". It is about passions, emotions, feelings, love, hate, and everything in between. Hopefully, I will be adding to it from time to time. This is just a taste of what runs through my mind.
Whether reluctant, romantic, or anti-love, it touches our lives and warms our hearts. Love is in the very air we breathe and all around us. It's easy to live with and hard to live without.
This book is basically a rant/mental breakdown journal. I think it's kind of a funny idea for a book now that I think about it.. But basically, I'll just be logging every other day about how I feel and I might tell you a bit on what's going on (the rant part). Sometimes I might be happy, or unsure about everything or I even might record a mental breakdown of mine. Book is still in progress, obviously. I hope you enjoy.
COMPLETE
Everything seemed wrong in Lyra Castir's life. Her parents dying, an over protective foster 'dad', a foster brother who doesn't act like a brother, and her mysterious head injury in which she lost all her memories... just a couple examples for ya. Her only freedom is school, which to her means getting away from her life at home.
On her way home from school, on a seemingly normal day for Lyra, she gets stopped by a total stranger. That's when her life gets turned upside down, and now Lyra is not only saving herself but a family she never knew she had from another realm.
***
I hang up the phone, and continue walking home. I can't believe Sean would do and say something like that during school! I'm trying to shove my phone back into the phone pocket in my back pack when I trip over the big crack in the sidewalk again. Making that the third time this week!
"Whoa, I gotcha!" I heard a boy say, and I feel arms wrap around me. "Gosh where have you been? What are you doing here?" He asked me. Once I was back on my feet I pushed away from the boy. "Hey Lyra it's me, Chase." the boy said. I looked him up and down, I don't recognize him. I take a step back. His face changes from pure excitement to confusion. He has blonde hair, and brown eyes, very thin figure but something about him is familiar.
"I ... ah..." I don't know what to say to him. What if he is some psycho?
"I've been trying to find you since the accident! Why didn't you come back home?" He asked. I take another step back, How does he know about my accident? "Lyra what's wrong?" He steps towards me, and holds out a hand. "Come on Lyra your parents are going to want to see you, so stop playing and lets go!"
"My parent's? What?" I say. He looks defeated, and lets out a sigh. Now this isn't funny. My parents are dead.
"Lyra co-" he begins.
"How do you know my name?!" I say, I need to run. He is crazy!
"Lyra it's me Chase. The last time I seen you was right before your accident." He paused. "You... you aren't playing are you?" he hesitated.
"I'm sorry... I think you have the wrong Lyra." I say and walk around him, then I begin speed walking.
"No I don't! I've been trying to find you for the past two years. Well, you and the others. You don't remember anything... at all?" he asked behind me.
"Leave me alone!" I say. He grabs my wrist, and I whirl around. "My dad gave me pepper spray!" I say and I start digging in my back pack for it, thankful for once about him being over protective.
"Your father? Are you kidding me? Lyra your father and mother are trying to find you. You don't remember who you are?" He is talking and I find the spray. "Lyra your not mortal."
"If I'm not mortal what am I?" I laugh, he making up fairy tales now.
"You're an elemental, a protector of the royal family in Spridge."
Emily Johnson needs this job. What she doesn’t need, is all the aggravation that comes with being the assistant of the world’s most eligible bachelor.
25-year-old billionaire Adrian Kingston, Emily’s boss, is known for being difficult. He works late at night and early in the day – and expects his assistant to do the same. The only thing he does for fun is, well, women. The spoiled, wealthy playboy gets whatever he wants from whomever he wants.
This is simply about my thoughts. What ever pops into my mind at the moment, I put onto "paper". It is about passions, emotions, feelings, love, hate, and everything in between. Hopefully, I will be adding to it from time to time. This is just a taste of what runs through my mind.
Whether reluctant, romantic, or anti-love, it touches our lives and warms our hearts. Love is in the very air we breathe and all around us. It's easy to live with and hard to live without.
This book is basically a rant/mental breakdown journal. I think it's kind of a funny idea for a book now that I think about it.. But basically, I'll just be logging every other day about how I feel and I might tell you a bit on what's going on (the rant part). Sometimes I might be happy, or unsure about everything or I even might record a mental breakdown of mine. Book is still in progress, obviously. I hope you enjoy.
COMPLETE
Everything seemed wrong in Lyra Castir's life. Her parents dying, an over protective foster 'dad', a foster brother who doesn't act like a brother, and her mysterious head injury in which she lost all her memories... just a couple examples for ya. Her only freedom is school, which to her means getting away from her life at home.
On her way home from school, on a seemingly normal day for Lyra, she gets stopped by a total stranger. That's when her life gets turned upside down, and now Lyra is not only saving herself but a family she never knew she had from another realm.
***
I hang up the phone, and continue walking home. I can't believe Sean would do and say something like that during school! I'm trying to shove my phone back into the phone pocket in my back pack when I trip over the big crack in the sidewalk again. Making that the third time this week!
"Whoa, I gotcha!" I heard a boy say, and I feel arms wrap around me. "Gosh where have you been? What are you doing here?" He asked me. Once I was back on my feet I pushed away from the boy. "Hey Lyra it's me, Chase." the boy said. I looked him up and down, I don't recognize him. I take a step back. His face changes from pure excitement to confusion. He has blonde hair, and brown eyes, very thin figure but something about him is familiar.
"I ... ah..." I don't know what to say to him. What if he is some psycho?
"I've been trying to find you since the accident! Why didn't you come back home?" He asked. I take another step back, How does he know about my accident? "Lyra what's wrong?" He steps towards me, and holds out a hand. "Come on Lyra your parents are going to want to see you, so stop playing and lets go!"
"My parent's? What?" I say. He looks defeated, and lets out a sigh. Now this isn't funny. My parents are dead.
"Lyra co-" he begins.
"How do you know my name?!" I say, I need to run. He is crazy!
"Lyra it's me Chase. The last time I seen you was right before your accident." He paused. "You... you aren't playing are you?" he hesitated.
"I'm sorry... I think you have the wrong Lyra." I say and walk around him, then I begin speed walking.
"No I don't! I've been trying to find you for the past two years. Well, you and the others. You don't remember anything... at all?" he asked behind me.
"Leave me alone!" I say. He grabs my wrist, and I whirl around. "My dad gave me pepper spray!" I say and I start digging in my back pack for it, thankful for once about him being over protective.
"Your father? Are you kidding me? Lyra your father and mother are trying to find you. You don't remember who you are?" He is talking and I find the spray. "Lyra your not mortal."
"If I'm not mortal what am I?" I laugh, he making up fairy tales now.
"You're an elemental, a protector of the royal family in Spridge."
Emily Johnson needs this job. What she doesn’t need, is all the aggravation that comes with being the assistant of the world’s most eligible bachelor.
25-year-old billionaire Adrian Kingston, Emily’s boss, is known for being difficult. He works late at night and early in the day – and expects his assistant to do the same. The only thing he does for fun is, well, women. The spoiled, wealthy playboy gets whatever he wants from whomever he wants.