Gjør som tusenvis av andre bokelskere
Abonner på vårt nyhetsbrev og få rabatter og inspirasjon til din neste leseopplevelse.
Ved å abonnere godtar du vår personvernerklæring.Du kan når som helst melde deg av våre nyhetsbrev.
I've been a b****. I know this. It's not something that I'm particularly proud of and it's not something that I had intended to stop being. At least, I hadn't until recently. I got what older people call "a taste of my own medicine." I don't think I deserved that taste. I have lived through a disgustingly dirty sea of pain and horror. I wanted others to feel that pain, know that fear. People would understand better if they knew my story. Sable probably wouldn't care after everything that I did to her, everything I put her through. I wish I would've had the courage to let her know what was going on, instead of being the coward I was and giving her a glimpse of my pain.I am Jenna Nielson Turner. I am the daughter of an abusive, alcoholic mother and the product of a sexual assault or so I'm told. If that wasn't enough, add to it one of the members of the faculty here at Boardan High School believes I am to be his personal love slave until I graduate. So, yeah, I'm a b****, but I have some pretty good reasons to be. Being that person helps me cope with the hell that is my world, not just my d*** life.Is it possible for one that has this as the introduction to their "Who am I?" essay to be open to love and be loved? Will she be able to except what is necessary for her to change? Or will she allow the surprises that come into her pathway to be the needed excuse to be just who she describes?
Clarissa Pierson. Twin. The older one. Sister to several siblings. Friend. Wife.With one word, my life was no longer my own. Four letters and my sense of self is decimated, all but forgotten. The woman reflected in the mirror is no longer recognizable. I'm sad for her. Yes, that woman is me but I question if it should be.Questions are all I'm left with as I try and fell to gain something from nothing. It's gone. The love, if there ever was any, laughter, joy or happiness have all been devoured. Snatched away as quickly as an inhale.My life. My chosen path. My sad, little non-existant future. This is my story. A story that breathes a breath of renewal with one choice.Me.I. Choose. Me.~Happiness can be found. Even if it's the second time around. ~ **Bonus materials include Eric & Serenity's story as well as Alyssa's intro.
My best recipes come out of moments of spontaneity.- Savannah FlowersMixing a goody-two-shoes baker with a detective who has questionable morals is a recipe for disaster.- Holden Cross SavvyA random order for a loyal customer introduced me to the man of my dreams. It also led me to a moment of great devastation. I can't believe both are the result of knowing the same man. I don't know if we'll be able to come back from this. I'm seriously screwed. CrossNever would've thought I'd be the type to stand out in front of a business and make a complete fool of myself. It's what you do when you've been an ass to the one person who saw the better part of you even before you had an inkling to acknowledge it. F*cked that up royally.
Abonner på vårt nyhetsbrev og få rabatter og inspirasjon til din neste leseopplevelse.
Ved å abonnere godtar du vår personvernerklæring.