From award-winning YouTube sensation Zoe Sugg, popularly known as Zoella, comes her New York Times bestselling debut young adult novel, which perfectly captures what it means to grow up and fall in love in today’s digital world.I have this dream that, secretly, all teenage girls feel exactly like me. And maybe one day, when we realize that we all feel the same, we can all stop pretending we’re something we’re not But until that day, I’m going to keep it real on this blog and keep it unreal in real life.Penny has a secret.Under the alias GirlOnline, Penny blogs her hidden feelings about friendship, boys, high school drama, her crazy family, and the panic attacks that have begun to take over her life. When things go from bad to worse at school, her parents accept an opportunity to whisk the family away for Christmas at the Waldorf Astoria in New York City. There, Penny meets Noah, a gorgeous, guitar-strumming American.

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Suddenly she is falling in love—and capturing every moment she spends with 'Brooklyn Boy' on her blog.But Noah has a secret, too, one that threatens to ruin Penny’s cover—and her closest friendship—forever.

FantasyThe Sleaze who didn't FreezeThe Sleaze who did not Freeze by P.C. Darkcliff“ my panties!”Although muffled by a wall or two, the scream was so shrill it hit me like a slap with a wet rag. I opened my eyes with a gasp, half expecting to see the morning light struggling through my bedroom curtains. Instead, I saw the open laptop grinning at me like crocodile’s jaws.The laptop was in a sleep mode. On impulse, I moved the mouse, and a half-finished article leaped onto the screen.

I must have fallen asleep while I was typing it. And the screaming must have been just a soundtrack to a bizarre dream.The sports guy Andy. FantasyThe Wandering CorpseI knew Auntie came to kill me the moment she entered my bedroom.

I saw it in her eyes, which shone wildly like the eyes of a rabid animal. Auntie looked very scary in the moonlight that came through the curtains.

She made faces as if she had bitten her tongue. The continuous clamping of her big, yellow teeth was horrible to hear.Her dress was unbuttoned up front, and I could see the red flesh of her breasts. She was often nervous, and she would wail and rock her upper body and scratch her skin with her long fingernails until they bled.

Poor Mommy had told me that Auntie had been doing this e. FantasyA Poisoned GiftGrandpa had always been a bastard, even after his death.

Well, especially after his death.I’d heard rumors about Grandpa murdering his own brother with an ax. Mom once told me he’d regularly thrashed Grandma so thoroughly she’d had to spend a few days in bed. Fortunately, the combined powers of arthritis and Parkinson’s had nearly paralyzed him even before I was born. But that made him even more vicious.My first childhood memory was of Grandpa barking at Ma and Grandma as they helped him shuffle from his bedroom to the living room: “Not so fast, you rotting lepers! You think I’m a roadrunn. Biographies & MemoirsA Memoir of A Sadistic Sociopath's Abused SuckerChapter 1 - THE WHO, WHAT, WHENThis is my memoir of a relationship with an architect who lives in Hong Kong. Recently he calls himself a Sex God (I would say mediocre at the most, unless God means 'Oh God, be more creative!'

) Many critics had discounted my relationship with him; some may call I have a pen pal friendship with him; some called it a glorified generous friendship gone wrong, some even called it was just a fantasy. To me, it was one of my most devoted full-blown relationship, I have worked and spent as much time and efforts if not more on him than in other relationships I have had. Thriller/SuspenseSeroje: The Seeing EyeSeroje is a high-functioning autistic with a photographic memory. She has found a niche in mainstream society, hired as an investigator by OSLO, a watchdog company, because of her unique ability to observe, recall and report with a high degree of detail. But OSLO prefers well-balanced employees and, as a loner, she’s become a blip on their radar.

So when quiet billionaire Craig Manor asks her out to dinner, she agrees, thinking to please her employers. When Craig becomes her next assignment after a failed attempt on his life, she even begins to enjoy his company. But why is she being foll.

Thriller/SuspenseA String Of MurderLaura sees strings. Strings are memories people create during heightened emotional episodes. These strings are left behind on inanimate objects, creating a history that Laura can read. Not a bad skill to have for an antique appraiser.

However, not all strings are good. When she bumps into a serial killer with twenty-three bloody strings attached to his knife, things become personal. Her best friend, Carol, is dating him. Laura suspects Carol is his next victim. She tries going to the police, but they think she’s a kook.

Travis Dyner is a respected member of the community. Thriller/SuspenseBantering With MurderBanter is a gun-for-hire. After she does a hit in a park, she meets a good looking detective, Corey Van Baine, who is investigating the case. But he’s married.

When Banter learns his marriage is on the rocks and his wife has left him, she becomes his unlikely therapist to help him overcome the devastation. However, Banter finds herself falling in love with him and suspects Corey is falling for her. A love affair enfolds via cellphones and brief glimpses as they do their jobs. Him, always one step behind her, trying to find out who she is, and she, leading him on Until they find themsel. Science FictionMultiverse: This is not the only Universe“What the hell of this, Mother”?

After saying,-Max throws away the bowl that was full of noodles.' Max my sweet son, don't behave like this'- said his mother.She picked up the bowl, which was rolling on the ground & take an eye contact to max she said- 'why are you always be so angry, just for such small things, my little boy'. Say to me what you want to eat for breakfast? '-“I just want a complete peace & I know I will not found that in this hell place, so goodbye I have not hungry, I'm now going to school & yes don't call me again little boy, ok 'Mrs. Max Von' wearing his black.

FantasyGoing Down To Hadez - UpdatedGOING DOWN TO HADEZOuter Ring UniversitiesExtract from curriculum notes.SUBJECT:REMNANT HISTORYSECTION: FOLK-LOREItem: Poem/Epic/Song:‘Going down to Hadez’‘We’re going down to Hadez, to set those dead folk free.We’ll blast our way past Charon, and then, by Seth, we’ll see.’Hadez spun lazily on its axis, looping in an enormous elliptical orbit round a dark yellow sun in the outer periphery of the galaxy. It was a forbidding place of bare rock and permanent sub-zero temperatures. The sickly yellow illumination of the moribund and too-distant sun gave no warmth, only ca. Literature & FictionFuneral for CharlieCharlie was dead. It was hard to say what had done him in, but given that his roommates Rusty and Redhead had passed away unexpectedly the week before, my husband suspected environmental causes. Not me, though.

I suspected Fishy.The teeniest of all of our goldfish, Fishy had outlived not merely several new fish, but several entire sets of new fish, of a variety of breeds and sizes. We had often remarked on the unquenchable virility which seemed to sustain his minute form while our other fish went belly-up all around him. When poor Charlie got sick, he took to lurking in a corner of the tank. Erotic RomanceMe and Fat MargeI look with pity at my old friend Brent, his warm brown eyes so filled with sadness that tears are threatening to trickle down his usually buoyant cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve visited Middle-of-Nowheresville since my friend’s wedding nearly a year before, and my heart aches to find him so disconsolate.“Where’s Marge?” I say, looking around for his new bride, a pretty, plump, charmer of a woman with a sparkling personality and a passion for creative cookery.He swallows. “In there,” he says, shrugging a shoulder towards the slider opening onto the living room.I look at the enormous wom. NonfictionWhat is FaithfulnessThe Principle of FaithfulnessFaithfulness is a fruit of the Spirit (cf.

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Galatians 5:22). The principle of faithfulness is beautifully demonstrated in Hebrews 11 that contains a cloud of witnesses to faith. God honored their faithfulness, thus transforming what appeared to be humanly impossible into a great victory. Some of the clouds of witnesses to faith mentioned in Hebrews 11 triumphed as their circumstances changed. However, some of them were scorned and were not esteemed. They endured suffering mockery, flogging, chains, imprisonment and even death. Even though they did not receive their.

Science FictionDanger From The Other SideI thought it was a nice day to go up to New York City for the day and walk around and get some relaxing time from my data entry job sitting in front of a computer all day typing all day. I wanted to get away from my everyday boring life. I haven’t been to New York city in years so I thought it would be nice to go and visit a museum for the day and just relax. I decided to tell my boss that I wanted to request a few days off to get a few nice days of vacation time in.

I decided that it was probably best to wait to request off until the end of the week. I looked at the clock and noticed it was a. Historical FictionMademoiselle at ArmsMademoiselle at ArmsElizabeth Bailey© 2011 by Elizabeth BaileyAll rights reserved.The moral right of the author has been asserted.No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior permission in writing of the author. Nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the p. Action & AdventureBRAVADOLike most of the people, I also liked Sundays because I got off from my work. However, many of my Sundays got busy as often I postponed many of my personal works until Sunday.Once upon a time I was a family-man. After my wife deserted me two years ago after one year of marriage I had been single.I had married a daughter of my football coach and she kicked me like a football.

I must be the only footballer, who behaved like a football after marriage. I won’t move for anything without a kick and I would go in the direction of the kick and travelled the distance proportional to the force of. FantasyThe forbidden girlIt was cold outside, but somehow I was too hot to sleep.

I threw the covers off me and tried to ignore the overwhelming sense that something was about to happen'It doesn't mean anything, you must be ill, Sarah,' I told myselfI got up to open the window and that's when I saw it, a meteor shower or a host of falling stars? It didn't quite look like either but I couldn't explain it.

I just know that it meant something. It couldn't be good. Good things don't fall out of the sky like that. I couldn't know how my life was about to change, but I did feel an overbearing sense of danger. Teen & Young AdultKatrina's StoryTHE GROWING PAINS SERIESKATRINA’S SHORT STORY BOOK ONE?The Growing Pains Series©2016 K.P.

SmithEAN13:This is a work of fiction. Any references or similarities to actual events, real people, living or dead, or real locales are intended to give the novel a sense of reality. Any similarity in other names, characters, places and incidents is entirely coincidental.All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without prior consent of the Publisher, except brief quotes used in reviews.www.iamkpsmith.com?Author’s.

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Literature & FictionThe Creative ShopperThey say that crime doesn’t pay. That’s not always true, of course. If you get away with it, then you got paid.

Maybe it only pays for those people with a certain degree of common sense. Although the argument would go that those who become criminals have no common sense, so I suppose the argument is mute.Sometimes it pays in ways unintended by the perpetrator. Sometimes crime pays us.

It’s the really stupid people who make the most entertaining criminals. Crime by stupid people pays off for us in laughter, and let’s be honest, a certain sense of superiority. From time to time you hear abou. Literature & FictionKongJif tapped his pen onto the crossword puzzle in front of him and stuck out his bottom lip. ‘Oh, what’s his name?’‘What’s whose name?’ said Price, standing up a few feet from Jif and rotating his hips.‘King. What is it?’Just then Lambert, with consummate dexterity, leant across Jif and snatched the book from his hands.‘Oi! Lammo!’‘The New McKenzie Easy-Peasy Book of Crossword Puzzles,’ said Lambert, reading the front cover and grinning.

‘This is real heavy substance, Jif.’Jif stood up, scowled at Lambert and grabbed the book back before resuming his seat.‘W. Literature & FictionTHE SUITTHE SUITHe has become his suit. Few can resist the role the suit demands.

You can become any set of clothes. Sometimes they are bigger than you.The weather is fine this morning but he takes his umbrella anyway, it's like a third leg as he strides past the post box. The small one in the wall where you post little white letters, like bills. Where girls write to their friends in frilly pink envelopes. Where doomed job applications get twisted and caught on the wire braces. He uses the stand-alone one on the corner of Dunster Avenue for his important mail.

His A4 manilla env. Biographies & MemoirsACROSS THE OCEANSome of us are born, marry and will die in the same town. Dc pandey physics pdf download.

For others, being born somewhere only means that we're given a challenge.The challenge to seek, to explore, to wonder. What lays beyond that fence? On the other side of the forest? At the end of the river? On the other side of the ocean?I heeded to that challenge and followed my call.Knowing about life in Europe wasn't enough.

I had to learn more, and learn I did. As one of the Eagles mentioned when they relocated to London, for a while it felt as if I had sat on top of a rocket and had landed on the Moon.My mother thought her.