LOGINHello lovely readers! Thank you so much for the love and support that you have shown my book..I appreciate that, a lot. Thank you for making Yara's journey a memorable one. So, the book has come to an end and I will miss you. Can I see you in my next project? Maybe you can follow my author page f
" I have been jealous of you ever since I was born, when we thought you were dead..I'm horrible, right? I know. " She admitted, wearing a self-mocking smile.. " They never forgot about you, you know? They never said it on my face but they kept on comparing you with me. Everything that I did, I sim
Yara. " Is the baby okay?" " How is Isara? When will she wake up?" " Is she out of danger? " My husband's familiar voice pulled me from my peaceful slumber and I stirred up, a frown settling on my lips as I took a whiff of the familiar hospital disinfectants. Goodness me, I hated that smell
" Isara? I hope you can forgive your grandfather. I did all that because I knew how obsessed you were with my grandson when you were little. Knowing your character, I knew that you would hate yourself if you later found out who you were and you would have been even more sad if you realised that you
"Unfair? Family? So you know the word fairness? But I only treated you the way you treated me. Is that wrong? Why are you complaining? Back there, you didn't even give me a chance to complain. You even wanted me to divorce my husband and happily give him to Serena. Why would I invite you to my weddi
Yara. " Because he is already here." He added, smiling lightly, a bitter smile. And in unison, Bryce and I turned, searching through the guests, who were lounging on the beach, enjoying the scenery, the nature, seemingly, unbothered by whatever was going between Bryce, Andrian and me. Yes. We
Third Person... In the huge bar, she stood out, her small frame shaking as she dawned in, shot after shot of whatever the waiter was pouring into her glass. Her silky black hair was tied into a messy bun, just above her head, and her skin was flushed pink, an effect of taking strong drinks. O
Yara. I had never been in so much pain before. My body was on fire, and my skin was all swollen and covered in rushes. I could barely breathe. Then panic surged in, panic so strong that it had me gasping for air. More than the severe symptoms, I was clearly about to pass out from the anxiety,
Yara. He was a handsome young man.. Tall, masculine, and charismatic. He had a charming smile and a very outgoing personality. The moment we got home from the hospital, he was already waiting in the parking lot. And like the gentleman that he was, he opened the door for me, gently holding my h
It was already good enough that I had a place to call home, I didn't want to be ungrateful. ******************** " Congratulations, Yara." I had just gotten home when Jake shouted. He was waiting for me at the gate, a proud smile plastered on his lips and a banquet of roses in hand. 'At leas







