The Audacity Of Hope: Thoughts On Reclaiming The American Dream

Estefany Reine is dissatisfied with the man she likes because he has chosen to marry another woman. Fany, on the other hand, is facing an arranged marriage that she does not desire. Adrian Bened, Fany's younger brother, stepped in to replace his brother and attempted to fill the emptiness in Fany's heart. When love blossoms, Alex, Fany's mother's future son-in-law, tries to keep them apart. As if that weren't enough, Adrian's past begins to reveal itself, bringing the mysteries of the past into the space between Fany and Bened. What are their options when it comes to love's challenges?

"What!" Ethan says in his all too familiar deep rude voice. "You hit me, which caused my coffee to spill all over me," I say, pointing out the obvious. "So, what do you want me to do about it," He speaks like he has done nothing wrong "You are supposed to say sorry," I say in a duh tone "And why should I." "Because that is what people with manners do." "I know that, but you don't deserve sorry from me." "Wow, really, and why is that." "Because black bitches like you don't deserve it." "I have told you times without number to stop calling me that," I say getting angry with his insults "Make me," Ethan says, taking a dangerous step closer to me. I don't say anything, but hiss and walk past him. I don't know why I even expected him to say anything better. It is Ethan, after all. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a story about two people who knew how to express the word hate more than anything else to one another. Ethan hates Adina more than anything in the world and would give anything to see her perish into thin air. While on the other hand Adina could careless about Ethan other than the fact that she won't let him walk all over her with his arrogant character. What happens when a big incident changes all that. How do these two different people deal with a feeling that is supposed to be forbidden to feel for the each other. Read to find out how the person you hate the most is the one person you can love the most.

Sinful Thoughts is a compilation that contains different one shot stories. Delve into the chapters and enjoy the thrilling ride of interesting stories.

Borne with the burden of her mind reading ability, She realized being an agent is the best way to avenge her first love's death, Natalie Howard a 19 year old team up with her first love's father to avenge the death of the man who had opened her heart, falling in love with the best secret agent of all time along the way. She built herself and become one of the best secret agents while keeping her telepathic ability a secret. Will she survive so many watchful eyes? How long can she keep her ability a secret? Will her ability save her second chance love or lose him like she lost the first? What await her after finding out her first love was alive and was now the greatest criminal to be brought to justice? Her greatest task as an agent was to apprehend the only man she could not read!

Please be advised that this story contains sensitive content, matured themes, and strong language that are not suitable for young audience. Reader discretion is advised.

My boyfriend got a tenure-track offer from Ashford University—and the night he found out, he cried in my arms for hours. Before he left the country, he held my hand, looking guilty. "Babe, the cost of living over there is insane, and you probably won't be able to find a decent job. Once I get settled, I'll bring you over in style…" He paused, waiting for me to appreciate how "considerate" he was being. What he didn't know was that just half an hour earlier, I'd overheard him on the balcony. "Don't worry, the tickets are booked. We're going together. No way I'm leaving you behind." On the other end of the line was his gentle, sweet junior. He'd spent years looking down on my education, always saying I couldn't understand his "soul." But every time I handed him my tips from waiting tables and delivering takeout—stained envelopes, greasy and crumpled—he'd take them like he was doing me a favor. What he also didn't know was that I'd long since gotten tired of playing the "I'll work to put you through school" bit. I only started dating him because he was cute—I wanted a little thrill. I just didn't expect to keep the act going for three years. And for a second here and there, I almost believed it myself. I was already looking for an excuse to dump him. Then he handed me one on a silver platter. So when he gave his little speech, I barely held back a smile as I fixed his collar. "Okay. Then take good care of yourself over there. I'm gonna be late for my night shift. Gotta go." I turned around and called my best friend. "Book me a table at VIVA tonight. I'm single again—time to party."