Trip The Sungazer Novels & Stories

“Hey. I am going overseas for a week. If you need anything just go to the house, you know where everything is.” “Why are you going?“, Susie asked. “I’m going on vacation. I’ll probably be fired but whatever.“, she replied. “Where are you going?“, Susie asked. “Japan.“, She said, “I’ll see you in a few weeks. Call Mark for Aiden. Behave.” " Okay, be safe. Love you.“, Susie said.

catching a glance. "You'll never see me again so it's not important. But seriously don't make this something that it isn't. Because last night we had fun but today we forget who we each other are." I wrapped my wet hair into a ponytail right before I grabbed my bag. "You're kind of a bitch you realize that right? It doesn't get you very far." He put on his shirt as saying. "I am and honestly my life has gotten me pretty far with no regrets. So Alex, see your way out." I closed the door behind me leaving him completely stunned. That's the thing with me is I tried the whole relationship and dating things but I ruined that. Everything I touch turns to ashes as my father says. So I might as wel

Pleasantries! This is Mics Artemia, the author of A Trip To Remember. This introduction note was written to advise you to read A Trip To Your Heart first before reading this one since this is a Duology. A Trip To Remember is A Trip To Your Heart's sequel. The latter is still unedited, so, I apologize for errors that you will encounter upon reading. You will find the first book on my profile page, with the same theme as the book cover of A Trip To Remember.

The silky fabric made it super comfortable, light, and breathable. I unwrapped my damp hair and combed through it before putting it in a low pony. I didn’t feel like applying a full face of makeup, so I put concealer over the bags that hung under my eyes, did my eyebrows, lashes, and liner, and put a medium shade of maroon on my lids to match my dress. Once my makeup look was finished, I took my hair out of the ponytail, set some hair aside to make bangs, and then pulled my hair up into a high bun. A small amount of gel went onto the leftover hair and I styled some side swept bangs. Content with my appearance, I sprayed my favorite lavender smelling perfume and put on a pair of silver stilet

, Arya says giving me a hug. The last time I attended his party I ended up going viral on social media. Well, anyone will go viral if you fall off a roof and dive straight into a three-tier birthday cake! In my defence, I was pushed off the roof by a crowd of too enthusiastic dancers. But it didn’t matter as the video was made from an angle that showed me as tripping on nothing. Since then, I avoid his parties. “Anna is also not coming!”, Arya complains. “You know she won’t be going. Her ex is organising the party!”, I defend our heartbroken princess.

“I’m more than okay. And it’s time.” A couple whoops. Some fists punched the air. “In three days we ride for Blackfang,” I said, voice steady even though my heart was trying to climb out my throat. “We make them pay for every scar they gave me. Every tear. Every drop of blood. They threw me out like trash. Now I’m coming back with fire.” The roar that went up shook the stones under my feet. “Lyra! Lyra! Lyra! Lyra!” They screamed my name till their voices cracked. Fists pounding chests. Wolves howling. Kids jumping up and down.