How Does Lobster Johnson, Vol. 2: The Burning Hand End?

Grace Anderson is a striking young lady with a no-nonsense and inimical attitude. She barely smiles or laughs, the feeling of pure happiness has been rare to her. She has acquired so many scars and life has thought her a very valuable lesson about trust. Dean Ryan is a good looking young man with a sanguine personality. He always has a smile on his face and never fails to spread his cheerful spirit. On Grace's first day of college, the two meet in an unusual way when Dean almost runs her over with his car in front of an ice cream stand. Although the two are opposites, a friendship forms between them and as time passes by and they begin to learn a lot about each other, Grace finds herself indeed trusting him. Dean was in love with her. He loved everything about her. Every. Single. Flaw. He loved the way she always bit her lip. He loved the way his name rolled out of her mouth. He loved the way her hand fit in his like they were made for each other. He loved how much she loved ice cream. He loved how passionate she was about poetry. One could say he was obsessed. But love has to have a little bit of obsession to it, right? It wasn't all smiles and roses with both of them but the love they had for one another was reason enough to see past anything. But as every love story has a beginning, so it does an ending.

“True love stories never have endings.” Dean said softly. “Richard Bach.” I nodded. “You taught me that quote the night I kissed you for the first time.” He continued, his fingers weaving through loose hair around my face. “And I held on to that every day since.”

After they parted ways, Ashley went back to finish college, which she successfully did before moving forward to achieve her other goals in life. After the summer ended, Ashley didn't hear nor saw Jake, and the feelings she had for him eventually faded away. In her current life, Ashley successfully achieved the role of a magazine editor making her own money and making her parents and even Roger proud. Surprisingly, Ashley was even involved in a romantic relationship with Daniel, the annoying, playboy from her college. Ashley was living a good life, but what about Jake, what is he up to. Find out now by clicking that read button. On fold these chapters to find out how I (the author) brought back the teaser and how he affected Ashley's luxurious life.

Maximus was a playboy quite the opposite of his younger brother, Nathaniel, who was a complete gentleman. He never approved of his older brother's lifestyle but though they may have their differences, they were still brothers no matter what. Until one day, Nathaniel's best friend and one of his older brother's many lovers caught Maximus sleeping with another woman. She was enraged with the fact that she was being cheated by her lover and betrayed by her best friend for not telling her. What was worse, they didn't know she was a witch. Fueled by anger, she cast a curse on them. A curse of immortality. As proof, she gave them a mark of a small bloody rose surrounded with vines on their chest. The only way to break the curse was to find true love. But, it was not that simple.

I was a brilliant artist. But I crushed my right hand saving my mafia husband, Vincent, and my ability to create died with it for three years. Vincent promised he'd make me whole again. Our private doctor swore he was doing everything he could. But my hand remained numb, useless. Then, one day, I overheard a conversation that shattered my world. "Make sure she can never create again," Vincent told the doctor. "I can't have Isabella threatening Sophia's place in the art world!" "But, Mr. Torrino, another procedure might... she could lose the hand for good." "I don't care what happens to her! Sophia saved my life. I will not let her down!" It turned out my husband was the one who had destroyed me. And the assassin, Sophia, was the woman he truly loved. He let her claim my designs, turning her into the art world’s new darling while I was trapped in a broken body. When I confronted him, pregnant with our child, he slapped me in public and told the world I was losing my mind. That night, I burned everything that bound me to him. Then I dialed an encrypted number I hadn't used in what felt like a lifetime. "Grandpa. In three days, I need to disappear."

During a charity gala, my boyfriend bids on a pair of matching watches but gives one of them to his true love. The media excitedly capture the scene and ask, "You bought a million-dollar watch without even batting an eye, Mr. Loewe. You've been single all these years—is it time for you to make an official announcement on your relationship status?" Everyone off stage applauds him, and I join them. I give him my blessings for his so-called announcement. To make it up to me, he attends my birthday celebration. Yet he pushes me into the cake to make his true love happy. Unbeknownst to him, there's a steel rack in the cake to keep it steady. I end up bloodied and on the brink of death.