The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait

I was a sketch artist acting for the police. On a secret mission, I was discovered by a murderer. My eyes were gouged out, and my body was dismembered, unceremoniously dumped in a garbage bin. On the brink of death, I called my boyfriend, a criminal investigator. However, he hung up on me because he was busy accompanying his first love to a prenatal checkup. A few days later, he received a painting that was a vital clue to finding the murderer, but he thought I was playing tricks on him. In his anger, he tore that portrait to shreds. After he found out the truth, he spent the whole night searching through the garbage to piece it back together.

Typical teenager Joanna Gore Alex is less than thrilled to be the new girl in a new school. During her first day, she quickly learns teachers obviously favor the popular students and her classmates have no interest in being nice. Just when Joanna believes the day couldn't get any worse, she has a slightly embarrassing and awkward altercation with one of the hottest guys at school. But as the school days pass by, Joanna forms friendships with some unexpected classmates and discovers exactly how strong she can be against the school's mean girl. When Joanna is drawn to one of her brother's new friends, Frank, she feels like she's known him forever. Even his full name - Francis James - sounds familiar to her for some reason. Joanna quickly learns life isn't all about handing assignments in on time (although it is important), she discovers the meaning of friendship, family, heartache, and most of all, love.

WARNING: CLASSIFIED CONTENT Archives of the Heart is a compilation of dramatic and emotional fiction, intended exclusively for adult readers. This collection contains themes that some may find challenging or intense, including but not limited to: significant age gaps, complex power dynamics, non-traditional family relationships, and deep connections between various characters. The stories explore intense emotions, internal conflicts, and desires that push conventional boundaries. All characters are adults. Read at your own discretion. You have been warned.

After her mother shoved her away, Astrallaine moved in with a woman she didn't know. She must be self-sufficient and capable of standing alone — without leaning against other walls. Will she be able to continue in life when a man appears and makes her even more miserable? Will she be able to let go of the wretched version of herself?

Jessica’s fairytale love story comes to a tragic end when her husband and first love cheats on her with his ex-girlfriend. Jessica is forced to leave the marriage which has become a cold and loveless one. She leaves and has a surprise pregnancy 1 month later which she decides to keep secret. Fate gives her a second chance at love when she saves the life of a billionaire and ends up falling for his charm and sophistication. It wasn’t without obstacles however. Her ex-husband returns when he learns he has a child with her. Out of jealousy, he kidnaps the child and peddles lies against Jessica to the billionaire. In a twist of events, Jessica gets to know that her ex-husband’s lover, Gwen, is connected to the  organization that tried to kill the billionaire. Jessica has two options: to give up on another chance of finding true love or fight for love against the opposition. 

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.