How do you choose between mere moments and a lifetime? Aithne was raised on fairytales, spending hours daydreaming about meeting one of the elusive Fae. Little did she know, hidden in the shadows, a Fae Prince stood watching. All it took was one glance and Hadrian became enchanted, unable to stay away. Revealing his presence, Aithne's life was forever changed as her childhood fantasies of magic became a reality. With each encounter, Aithne fell deeper in love and even though she knew Hadrian couldn't offer her the future she craved, it was enough. That was until William, the local...
How do you choose between mere moments and a lifetime? Aithne was raised on fairytales, spending hours daydreaming about meeting one of the elusive Fa...
"Each choice and action made can either make or break you-in my case, it's left me with a gaping hole that I fill every day with guilt, shame, and regret. I should've saved him. I could've. But I didn't. Sometimes late at night when my demons haunt me, I wish I could go back. Back to when I was that naive, punk kid who thought the world was full of rainbows and butterflies. Back to where my soul didn't feel so stained and broken. But I can't. I have to live with my failures. And it doesn't matter how hard I run, there's no escaping my guilt." Cooper Hensley is the perfect front man for...
"Each choice and action made can either make or break you-in my case, it's left me with a gaping hole that I fill every day with guilt, shame, and reg...
How do you piece together a broken soul-a spirit so crushed and battered from the weight of guilt and self loathing that the only conceivable way to keep breathing-to keep placing one foot in front of the other-is to erect four solid, impenetrable walls to protect your heart? Simple: you don't. At least that's what I thought. The change was almost too faint to notice at first but it began with her. It's always been about her. Whether she knew it that night when she came to the bar and approached me after the show, I don't know. But she started something inside me that I couldn't fight or...
How do you piece together a broken soul-a spirit so crushed and battered from the weight of guilt and self loathing that the only conceivable way to k...