#clara will be my salvation. save me white girl. save me

[pcktknife]

fuck star rail for putting argenti in this quest lollllll

[mattchase82]

Cry of a Lost Soul

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This unusual narrative recounts the revelations of a lost soul to a former acquaintance. It is a powerful record of the steps which led a young woman to lose her soul in Hell for all eternity.

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Although it has several times been printed with imprimatur, this in itself does not guarantee the authenticity of the story.

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An imprimatur merely indicates that the subject matter is free from error in faith and morals.

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Is it true?

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Obviously, it cannot be "guaranteed" because the only evidence is that of the girl herself.

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It certainly may be true and its instructional qualities would pertain even if the story itself were not true.

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In the July apparition at Fatima a vision of a Hell of fire was given to the three little children, and significantly, its existence was confirmed by the great public miracle on October 13th.

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Yet Hell is little spoken of in the pulpits. Because of this, the special intervention of Heaven, may, as at Fatima, be necessary to restore this sobering doctrine to its important place in Christian dogma.

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It is well to remember that the Hell spoken of here is the Hell which has a significant place in Catholic doctrine, the Hell described vividly by Christ Himself, the Hell seen in all its livid horror by the children at Fatima on July 13th, 1917.

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The names of persons and places are omitted because of the nature of the Article.

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Clara and Annette, both single Catholics in their early twenties, worked adjacent to each other as employees of a commercial firm in Germany. Although they were never very close friends, they shared a courteous mutual regard which led to an exchange of ideas and, eventually, of confidences. Clara professed herself openly religious, and felt it her duty to instruct and admonish Annette when the latter appeared excessively casual or superficial in religious matters.

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In due course, Annette married and left the firm. The year was 1937. Clara spent the autumn of that year on holiday at Lake Garda. About the middle of September she received a letter from her mother. "Annette . . . is dead. She was the victim of an auto accident and was buried yesterday at Wald-Friedhof."

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Clara was frightened since she knew her friend was not very religious. Was she prepared to appear before God? Dying suddenly, what had happened to her?

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The next day she attended Mass, received Holy Communion, and prayed fervently for her friend. The following night, at ten minutes after midnight, the vision took place. . .

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"Clara, do not pray for me! I am in hell. If I tell you this and speak at length about it, do not think it is because of our friendship. We here do not love anyone. I do this as under constraint. In truth, I should like to see you to come to this state where I must remain forever."

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"Perhaps that angers you, but here we all think that way. Our wills are hardened in evil - in what you call evil. Even when we do something 'good', as I do now, opening your eyes about hell, it is not because of a good intention."

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"Do you still remember our first meeting four years ago at. . .? You were then 23 and had been there already half a year. Because I was a beginner, you gave me some helpful advice. Then I praised your love of your neighbor. Ridiculous! Your help was mere coquetry. Here we do not acknowledge any good - in anybody."

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"Do you remember what I told you about my youth? Now I am painfully compelled to fill in some of the gaps."

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"According to the plan of my parents, I should not have existed. A misfortune brought about my conception. My two sisters were 14 and 15 when I was born."

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"Would that I had never existed! Would that I could now annihilate myself! Escape these tortures! No pleasure would equal that with which I would abandon my existence, as a garment of ashes which is lost in nothingness. But I must continue to exist as I chose to make myself - as a ruined person."

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"When father and mother, still young, left the country for the city, they had lost touch with the Church and were keeping company with irreligious people. They had met at a dance, and after a year and a half of companionship they 'had' to get married."

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"As a result of the nuptial ceremony, so much holy water remained on them that my mother attended Sunday Mass a couple of times a year. But she never taught me to pray. Instead, she was completely taken up with the daily cares of life, although our situation was not bad."

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"I refer to prayer, Mass, religious instruction, holy water, church with a very strong repugnance. I hate all that, as I hate those who go to church, and in general every human being and everything."

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"From a great many things do we receive torture. Every knowledge received at the hour of death, every remembrance of things lived or known is for us, a piercing flame. In each remembrance, good and bad, we see the way in which was present - the grace we despised or ignored. What a torture is this! We do not eat, we do not sleep, we do not walk. Chained, with howling and gnashing of teeth, we look appalled at our ruined life, hating and suffering. Do you hear? We here drink hatred like water. Above all we hate God. With reluctance do I force myself to make you understand."

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"The blessed in heaven must love God because they see Him without veil, in all His dazzling beauty. That makes their bliss indescribable. We know this and the knowledge makes us furious. Men on earth, who know God from nature and from revelation, can love Him, but they are not compelled to do so. The believer - I say this with gnashing of teeth - who contemplates Christ on the cross, with arms extended, will end by loving Him."

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"But he whom God approaches only in the final storm, as punisher, as just avenger, because he was rejected by Him, such a person cannot but hate Him with all the strength of his wicked will. We died with willful resolve to be separated from God. Do you now understand why hell lasts forever! It is because our wills were fixed for eternity at the moment of death. We had made our final choice. Our obstinacy will never leave us. Under compulsion, I must add that God is merciful even towards us. I affirm many things against my will and must choke the torrent of abuses I should like to vomit out."

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"God was merciful to us by not allowing our wicked wills to exhaust themselves on earth, as we should have been prepared to do. This would have increased our faults and our pains. He caused us to die before our time, as in my case, or had other mitigating circumstances intervene. Now He shows Himself merciful towards us by not compelling a closer approach than that afforded in this remote inferno. Every step bringing us closer to God would cause us a greater pain than that which a step closer to a burning furnace would cause you."

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"You were scared when once, during a walk, I told you that my father, a few days before my first Communion, had told me: 'My little Annette, the main thing is your beautiful white dress, all the rest is just make-believe.' Because of your concern, I was almost ashamed. Now I sneer at it."

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"The important thing is that we were not allowed to receive Communion until the age of 12. By then I was already absorbed in worldly amusements and found it easy to set aside, without scruple, the things of religion. Thus, I attached no great importance to my first Communion. We are furious that many children go to Communion at the age of seven. We do all we can to make people believe that children have insufficient knowledge at that age. They must first commit some mortal sins. Then the white Particle will not do so much damage to our cause as when faith, hope, and charity - oh, these things! - received in Baptism, are still alive in their hearts."

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"Marta K - and you induced me to enter "The Association of the Young Ladies." The games were amusing. As you know, I immediately took a directive part. I liked it. I also like the picnics. I even let myself be induced to go to confession and communion sometimes."

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"Once you warned me, 'Anne, if you do not pray, you go to perdition.' I used to pray very little indeed, and even this unwillingly. You were then only too right. All those who burn in hell did not pray or did not pray enough."

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"Prayer is the first step towards God. And it is the decisive step. Especially prayer to her who is the Mother of Christ, whose name we never pronounce. Devotion to her rescues from the devil numberless souls whom sin would infallibly give to him."

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"I continue my story, consumed with rage and only because I have to. To pray is the easiest thing man can do on earth. And God has tied up the salvation of each one exactly to this very easy thing."

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"To him who prays with perseverance little by little God gives so much light, so much strength, that even the most debased sinner will at the end come back to salvation. During the last years of my life I did not pray any more, so I lacked those graces without which nobody can be saved. Here we no longer receive graces. Moreover, should we receive them we would cynically refuse them. All the fluctuations of earthly existence have ceased in the other life. For years I was living far away from God. For, in the last call of grace I decided against God."

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"I never believed in the influence of the devil. And now I affirm that he has strong influence on the persons who are in the condition in which I was then. Only many prayers, others and mine own, united with sacrifices and penances, could have snatched me from his grip. And even this only little by little. If there are only few externally obsessed, there are very many internally possessed. The devil cannot steal the free will from those who give themselves to his influence. But in punishment of their, so to speak, methodical apostasy from God, He allows the devil to nest in them."

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"I hate the devil too. And yet I am pleased about him, because he tries to ruin all of you; he and his satellites, the fallen with him at the beginning of time. There are millions of them. They roam around the earth, as thick as a swarm of flies, and you do not even notice it. It is not reserved to us damned to tempt you; but to the fallen spirits. In truth every time they drag down here to hell a human soul their own torture is increased. But what does one not do for hatred?"

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"Deep down I was rebelling against God. You did not understand it; you thought me still a Catholic. I wanted, in fact, to be called one; I even used to pay my ecclesiastical dues. Maybe your answers were right sometimes. On me they made no impression, since you must not be right. Because of these counterfeited relationships between the two of us, our separation on the occasion of my marriage was of no consequence to me. Before the wedding I went to confession and communion once more. It was a precept. My husband and I thought alike on this point. Why not comply with this formality? So we complied with this, as with the other formalities."

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"Our married life, in general, was spent in great harmony. We were of the same idea in everything. In this too, that we did not want the burden of children. In truth, my husband would have like to have one; no more, of course. In the end I succeeded in dissuading him even from this desire. Dresses, luxurious furniture, places of entertainment, picnics and trips by car and similar things were more important for me... It was a year of pleasure on earth, the one that passed from my marriage to my sudden death. Internally, of course, I was never happy, although externally at ease. There was always something indeterminate inside that gnawed at me."

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"Unexpectedly I had an inheritance from my Aunt, Lotte. My husband succeeded in increasing his wages to a considerable figure. And so I was able to furnish our new home in an attractive way. Religion did not show its light but from afar off, pale, feeble and uncertain."

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"I used to give free vent to my ill humor about some mediaeval representations of hell in cemeteries or elsewhere, in which the devil is roasting souls in red burning coals, while his companions with long tails drag new victims to him. Clara! One can be mistaken in depicting hell, but never can one exaggerate."

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"I tell you: the fire of which the Bible speaks, does not mean the torment of the conscience. Fire is fire! What He said: 'Away from Me, you accursed one, into eternal fire', is to be understood literally. Literally! How can the spirit be touched by material fire, you will ask. How can your soul suffer on earth when you put your finger on the flame? In fact the soul does not burn; and yet what torture all the individual feels!"

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"Our greatest torture consists in the certain knowledge that we shall never see God. How can this torture us so much, since on earth we are so indifferent? As long as the knife lies on the table, it leaves you cold. You see how keen it is, but you do not feel it. Plunge the knife into the flesh and you will start screaming for pain. Now we feel the loss of God. The lost Catholics suffer more than those of other religions, because they, mostly, received and despised more graces and more light. He who knew more suffers more cruelly than he who knew less. He who sinned out of malice suffers more keenly than he who sinned out of weakness. But nobody suffers more than he deserves. Oh, if that were not true, I should have a motive to hate!"

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"My death happened this way . . ."

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"A week ago - I am speaking according to your reckoning, because according to pain, I could very well say that it is already ten years that I am burning in hell - a week ago, then, my husband and I, on a Sunday went on a picnic, the last one for me. The day was glorious. I felt very well. A sinister sense of pleasure that was with me all the day long, invaded me. When lo, suddenly, during the return, my husband was dazzled by a car that was coming full speed. He lost control."

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"Jesus, used frequently by some people of German language - escaped from my lips with a shivering. Not as a prayer, but as a shout. A lacerating pain took hold of the whole of me. (In comparison with the present only a trifle). Then I lost consciousness. Strange! That morning this thought had come to me in an inexplicable way: 'You could go to Mass once more', It seemed like the last call of Love."

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"Clear and resolute, my 'NO' cut off that train of thought. You will know already what happened after my death. The lot of my husband and that of my mother, what happened to my corpse and the proceedings of my funeral are known to me through some natural knowledge we have here. What happens on earth we know only obscurely. But we know what touches us closely. I see also where you are living."

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"I myself awoke from the darkness suddenly, in the instant of my passing. I saw myself as flooded by a dazzling light. It was in the same place where my dead body was lying. It was like a theater, when suddenly the lights in the hall are put out, the curtains are rent aside and an unexpected scene, horrible illuminated, appears. The scene of my life."

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"My soul showed herself to me as in a mirror; all the graces despised from my youth until my last NO to God. I felt myself like an assassin, to whom his dead victim is shown during his trial at court - Should I repent? Never! - Should I feel ashamed? Never!"

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"However, I could not even stand before the eyes of God, rejected by me. There was only one thing for me: flight! As Cain fled from the dead body of Abel, so my soul rushed from the sight of horror."

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"This was the particular judgment: the invisible Judge said: 'Away from Me'. Then my soul, as a yellow brimstone shadow, fell headlong into the place of eternal torture."

YOU CAN READ THE WHOLE UNEDITED VERSION HERE

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http://sicutincaelo.org/b08_hell.html

[cieloxcnco]

yo te haré mía (cnco) - ch12

Chapter 12

Words: 4,100+

Warnings: language and angst, no smut this time.

A/N: as always, i’m sorry it took so long, but my life has been a shitshow. if you still want to read, here it is.

chapter 11 is here if you need to catch up.

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The hospital staff had woken her up several times to breastfeed their still nameless baby. Nurses were used to cases of postpartum depression but this was something else entirely. This was a mother so numb and empty it was impossible to bring her out of that haze. This was a family in such distress that none were able to look the others in the eye. This was a newborn baby girl so unsettled by the unwelcoming environment that she could not settle herself and constantly fussed. The nurses could tell that the arrival of this new visitor, unbothered by their insistence to stop and leave the patients in peace, would do nothing to improve the situation. Isa was taking the common advice, to sleep when the baby slept, but the feel of someone’s eyes boring into her with such fire was enough to rouse her. “Clara,” she gasped, sitting up quickly but bending over sharply due to the pain. She sat on the bench by the hospital room window, ever the crisp, clean look of the manager ready to take care of business. “Don’t bother getting up,” she replied, eyes scanning over the woman in the hospital bed before her. Clara’s ever-present smile was gone, glaring with venom and her tone snide. “I won’t be here long.” Isa, overwhelmed and weak, shrunk back against the starched sheets and avoided the piercing stare aimed in her direction. She attempted to speak but the words died on the tip of her dry tongue. Clara snarled, “Do you have any idea how bad things have become outside of these four walls?” The truth was she didn’t. She knew just based on Christopher’s text and the fact that no one would dare mention Zabdiel’s name in the room meant that all manner of chaos and disaster had unfolded. But here it had just been her and the newborn baby girl; no thought had been given to the hurricane outside of their shelter. “You’ve broken them, Isabella,” she hissed. “They’re all in pieces because of you. You and your selfishness.” Clara was generally soft and smiling, but such biting words and harsh tone had never been directed at Isa before. But she knew she deserved all of it. More than what she was getting. This unsettling interaction was bound to be just the tip of the iceberg. Isa gnawed at her lower lip. “Clara, I-” “Oh, shut the fuck up, Isa,” Clara spat with a roll of her eyes and her mouth in a disgusted snarl. “I don’t want to hear you even try to talk right now. You destroyed my boys. All of them. Not only are Zabdiel and Christopher completely shattered, but Richard and Erick can’t even pick up the pieces. Joel has enough on his plate and now his band is at each other’s throats. It’s disgusting. And all because you wanted to fuck around-” Isa’s eyes were welling with tears that whatever pride she had intact wouldn’t allow her to cry. “Clara, I fell-“ “-In love,” she interrupted with a roll of her eyes, “Con los dos hombres a la misma vez, y toda esa mierda. You know I don’t believe that shit for a minute.” She scoffed, still scanning her over with her sharp glare. “I believe you have Chris giving you heart eyes while you’ve still got Zabdi’s ring on your finger and you were like,” she shrugged dramatically, waving her hand away in the air, ”’You know what? I’m just gonna go for it. What they don’t know won’t hurt them.’ Didn’t turn out that way and now you’re sorry for it. You’re not sorry for what you did. You’re sorry you got caught and can’t carry on going behind people’s backs.” Isa couldn’t bring herself to admit the truth that laced Clara’s words, calling out in her mind to the baby to please wake up, cry, save her. And in that moment, realizing she was looking from salvation from a newborn, she knew she had to take the weight of this responsibility. She'd done wrong and she had to sit here now and deal with the consequences, no matter how ugly. “I know I was wrong, Clara,” she murmured. “I don’t know how to make it right.” “You fucking can’t,” she seethed. “But you’re goddamn well gonna put on a happy face and fucking try. The press is going to eat this up. I’m trying to talk the boys down from the ledge of breaking up the band. They’re all in shambles right now. Because of you. So no matter what road this goes down, you put on a smile and you do what Zabdiel wants you to do. You fucking owe him that much.” Nothing more needed to be said. Clara had noted her piece and Isabella had no right to contest. After an overly long moment of silence, Clara huffed grabbed her purse before walking out the door. So in a hurry, she barely saw Zabdiel before running into his chest. The man was allowing his normally clean face to prickle with stubble, the bags under his eyes were darkening, and he slouched with a lack of energy his manager had rarely seen in him. “Que fue?” he asked after a moment, his voice hoarse from lack of use. Both restless, they could only continue her path down the hallway rather than sit and discuss. She heaved out a heavy sigh. “Pollito, I didn’t speak to her long. I know you don’t want to right now, but eventually you have to. Even if it’s only to tell her to fuck off and drop dead.” He nodded. “I’m planning the words. Pero… dime que fue, Clara.” She leaned her back against the exit door and looked up at him, cupping his cheek gingerly. "You know I told you that you have to do this delicately, for the sake of your band and your career and your image in the media, we have to handle this in the correct way. Being on your team, I’m going to tell you that now that you’ve released all that anger that you need to try to maintain your calm and your sanity.” His gaze fell to his sneakers, skidding them on the sterile tile just to make idle noise. “I’m trying. I know.” Clara bit her lip with force, unable to stomach seeing the man that had become like a little brother so distraught. She clasped her hand on his shoulder and that jarred him enough to turn his attention directly back to her. “But as your friend, I’m telling you to get a lawyer.” - Chris drummed his fingertips lightly over the stitches on his bottom lip and winced at the instant pain. “And that’s why I told you to be easy on them,” the nurse chirped back as Chris shrugged his shirt on over his bandaged chest. “They’ll heal, but you have to be gentle.” “Yes, sorry,” he repeated, tucking his hand into his jacket pocket to resist the temptation of swiping his finger up over his mouth again. He tried to focus on her instructions as she shuffled his paper file and jotted down her last notes, ignoring that Richard had slipped quietly into the room. “Now the broken ribs,” she continued, “will take a little time to heal. You're definitely going to be sore, but they’re pretty clean fractures so there’s nothing much that can be done for them. It’s going to take a month or two to be back to normal. Just easy on the lifting and choreography for a bit, okay?” He nodded in understanding but Richard scoffed. No words needed to be said for Chris to immediately know what was underlying - who knew if there would ever even be another rehearsal? She disposed of the excess scraps of bandage in the trash and the tools used to stitch his lip into the biohazard box. “Alright then, Mr. Velez, you’re all set. I just need to get the doctor to sign your discharge paperwork and I’ll give you the prescription for pain. Hang tight here for a few minutes and we’ll get you out of here.” Richard didn’t falter from his position as she left, leaning against the wall with his arms across his chest, his eyes transfixed on the sewn sections of his friend’s lip. The bruising around his eye and the bandages around his torso weren’t as prevalent as the swelling and the obvious cut to his face. “How you feeling?” Chris was silent, such a rare occurrence that Richard didn’t know how to proceed, aside from confronting the issue head on. “What are you gonna do about this, man?” Christopher could do nothing but stare at the speckled white and black tiles of the floor. Wanting this to never come to light and now having it erupt so violently and unexpectedly, he wasn’t prepared to deal with the downfall. And everyone around him he cared about was a casualty. Richard huffed and took a wandering step over towards him, his arms still a crossed protective shield over his chest. “Zabdiel is talking about being out. Figured out that Erick knew and doesn’t trust a damn one of us, thinking that we knew and didn’t tell him.” Chris toyed with a stray string on the hem of his shirt to occupy his idle fingers with distraction. Richard nearly growled. “You gonna even speak to me? I might be the only one still willing to hear your side on this and you’re shutting me out?” Chris’ normally loud and boisterous voice was quiet and weak from lack of use. “I don’t know what I can say.” “Not much, cabrón,” Richard scoffed again. “You slept with Isa, man. Her and Zab are married, bro, and you’ve been sleeping with her. How you gonna do that to him, man?” His tense fingers ripped the string from the hemline. “I fell in love with her, hermano. I don’t know… I know it hurt people… But how can I be sorry for falling in love?” He slid his palm down from his forehead to his chin. “Chris, you fucking lied to everybody, man. Everybody. Your best friends. How any of us supposed to trust you again? With anything?” Chris could only answer with silence, so Richard supplied his own.  “They won’t. None of us can. And now it affects everything we do with the band going forward. If Zabdiel even still wants to be a part of the band. He had Clara looking over his fucking contract, man. He wants out and away from you. That changes the band, the media, the fans, everything in all of our worlds are gonna change because you wanted to get your dick wet in somebody else’s bitch.” “Hey, don’t talk about her like that,” he growled lowly. Richard roared in response. “That’s all she is if she fucked you both over like this. She fucked everyone over. The band, her family, our families, our management, our fans, everyone.” Chris gulped deeply. It was true. Their uniting was the drop in the water, and they had forgotten in their effort to hide their secret just how far the resulting ripples could reach. Richard shrugged unapologetically. “I have no other words for her.” Christopher gnawed on his lower lip. “It’s not on her. It’s on me.” “Two to tango, man,” he barked back, frustrated at the impasse of the conversation and walking to the door to leave. “You can’t take all the responsibility just to take the focus off her. You both did it. And now you both have to pay the price for it.” Chris shifted on the edge of the seat and scuffed his sneakers on the sterile checkerboard tile beneath his feet. The fantasy of this staying a secret was only that - a fantasy. The reality was that this discovery was inevitable. It was his debt to settle, but it might be more than he could possibly ever pay. - Kaja hadn’t understood what in Joel snapped that night but now at home where they should be the most comfortable, it was like she wasn’t looking at the man she knew. He was somewhere distant from her now, absorbed in the scrolling of TMZ on his laptop screen. He couldn’t imagine where all the detail and quotes were coming from. There were enough people in the club for word to have now spread that two members of CNCO had fought to the point that police and emergency medical services responded. Conflicting witnesses had stated it was Christopher and Richard, then Richard and Zabdiel, then Erick and Joel. They were citing a ‘source close to the group’ that Chris had admitted to an affair with a married woman that had been carrying on for years. Reports said the source might be reveal more as the story progresses, which Joel had learned by this point meant that whoever was leaking the information was only going to give it to the publishers if they offered more money but they wanted to get the base of the story out while it was hot. “Amor?” Kaja asked, sitting atop the couch cushion beside him. “Hmm?” Joel groaned, not moving his eyes from the focus of the article. The circles of photos scattered throughout now showed snapshots of Krista from when her hair had once had been dyed a rose gold rather than her current bleach blonde, captions asking how this must be destroying her and how she has to feel after the betrayal. Betrayal. The word sat so heavily in his mind, an uncomfortable weight and nausea in his stomach that he hadn’t felt since he was a child. He’d never been open to the idea of love growing up. Seeing his father shatter his mother over and over, they split at the seams until eventually the family was living two separate lives. And that in turn had shattered him. He had no belief or trust that this forever and always that people idolized was a possibility. People fell together only to fall apart. But he saw Isa and Zabdiel. He was there to witness how they met, lost themselves in each other, and began finding so much in common with each other that they melted together as one. They had the wedding, the family, the happily ever after that everyone sought. And now that was shattering the same way. He gnawed on his lower lip, wrinkling his nose with confusion and stress, having tuned out his fiancé’s questions. It took him a moment to shake himself back to reality. “What?” She traced her fingertips up and down the length of his forearm, trying to soothe him. “What’s wrong, babe? I know this has shaken you up. I just want to know what I can do to help.” He pulled his arm back, as if needing to type but just refreshing the webpage. Kaja tilted her head to the side, shock and frustration taking over her sweet disposition. ���Joel. I’m trying to be there for you. I get if you don’t want to talk, but there’s no need for you to treat me like this.” His stare didn’t waver from the screen. “I’m not treating you like anything, Kaj,” he said in a tone so even that it unnerved her. She began gently, “Bab-“ but was quickly interrupted. “It’s fine,” he spat. “I’m just trying to wrap my head around the fact that Clara basically wants us to step up and act chill and natural to be damage control for something I played no part in. At the same time, I’m trying to figure out how many times I’ve been lied to by the people I’ve looked at as my second family. How the fuck am I supposed to function when everything I’ve known is a lie?” She reached for his hand but he immediately recoiled. Nevertheless, she attempted again. “Baby. I know this disenchants a lot for you, but what you need right now is to rely on what you have around you.” He scoffed. “And what do I have? My band was my brothers, I can’t trust them. My actual brothers? They’ve seen this happen before, they already think I’m foolish.” She now leaned back from her proximity to him. “Foolish for what?” He slammed his laptop shut and stood up. “For trying to make the happy ending happen when that’s nothing but a fantasy.” Kaja began stammering, his words stinging harder than a slap to the face. “How can you say that? How do you see what’s happened to them and not think what we have is real?” He pushed himself up from the couch, stalking off into the kitchen and swiping a Pepsi can off of the shelf. “We all get wound up with the fairy tale ideas we learn from Disney movies as kids, but we all need to grow the hell up and realize that it isn’t reality. It’s bullshit.” Kaja shut her eyes, wincing in pain from the lashing of his words. “Baby. Please just take a breath and talk to me. I mean… Yeah, I get this is jarring, but you want to marry me. We’re having a family.” “Yeah, well,” he seethed after a long swig from the can, “we all make mistakes, don’t we?” Her voice raised, wanting nothing more than to shake sense into him and have him see reason. “So, what? Now that you see somebody else’s relationship falling apart, you decide you want to sabotage ours?” “It’s not just them, Kaja,” he growled. “It’s everyone I’ve ever known. It doesn’t matter how hard you try at something or how long you work at it. I don’t know why I’m putting so much effort into something that is only going to inevitably fall apart.” “Joel, just because that happened to them doesn’t mean it’ll happen to us. You’re not making any sense, baby,” she implored. “No, believe me, baby,” he laughed weakly, “I’m thinking clearly for the first time in a long time.” She didn’t know whether to give in to the desire to scream or burst into hysterical tears. “Joel, you’re confused and upset, I get it. But why punish me when I haven’t done anything to you?” He wanted to throw something. He wanted to slam, to break, to shatter, and would settle for doing it to something else. Without realizing, the destruction he was doing was simply more emotional than physical damage. But he settled for picking up his car keys as he stormed to the door, turning to scream back at her. “Right now, I don’t trust fucking anyone, and I need a break from this. From the band, from the public, and from whatever we are. I’m done.” - Isa opened her eyes again, having nodded off again from the sheer physical exhaustion. The medication to ease her discomfort was only superficial. Aside from her body still in recovery, the delivery room still felt too sterile, too foreign to truly be comfortable. The only thing that made it feel like home was her newborn baby, now resting quietly in the clear containment bassinet in the corner. It didn’t take long for her to notice the slight movement of the shadowed form in the corner by the window. She was sure she should be the first to speak, but her tongue couldn’t form any words. “You’ve lied to me enough. I deserve the truth now,” Zabdiel began, still staring at the bassinet and avoiding her eyes at all costs, one leg propped up on his windowsill seat and one arm wrapped about his leg. “I’m going to ask you questions and you’re going to be honest for once. La verdad entera.” “Zabdiel,” she pleaded weakly, as if begging to avoid the confrontation, but no longer had the strength in her to fight. “Amor.” “How long?” he said flatly. “Please, Zabdiel,” she whispered. He let out a sarcastic laugh. “Isabella, we have to talk about it. It’s either here alone right now or in a more public venue later. Your choice.” Her only answer was the slow sigh she let out, acquiescing to his insistence. Zabdiel idly tapped his fingertips against his bent knee. “How long has this been happening? You and him?” Isa gulped, the truth about to spill out tasting like vinegar on her tongue. He chuckled softly, spitefully. “You ever hear from your parents when you were a child, Isabella, that ripping the band-aid off quickly is easier and less painful?” As his fingers drummed on his lap, she found her own hand toying with her locket, the memory of their union dancing in her hand. She began slowly, “After Joaquin was born. When you started going to the studio more, I felt lonely, and -“ “I asked you a simple question. I didn’t ask for your excuses too,” he asserted lowly. His aggression so rare, she was instantly silenced. “So how many times do you think you had to lie to me to do something with him?” She gnawed on her lip, her eyes welling with tears. She couldn’t begin to fathom the questions that were going through his mind, how she would be questioning herself if the situation were reversed. “Don’t take your time sugar-coating it, Isabella. Just spit out the first thing that comes to mind.” He turned to look at her, and his face immediately cringed with venom on disgust. And in that moment, how she would have given anything to even have him call her the Izzy nickname that she detested rather than have him force such distance with his words. “I really don’t know.” “Too many to count. I get it,” he spat. “So you have no way of knowing if the baby is mine or not?” Isa shook her head sadly and shut her eyes tight but couldn’t get a word out. He ran his hand down his face, frustrated and drained, but the anger bubbled up again. “Carajo, puta, contéstame cuando te hablo.” She choked as she tried to speak. “She’s yours, Zabdiel, te lo juro.” “Y Joaquin?” “Si, Zabdiel, he’s yours, y ya tu lo sabes,” she implored. His head whipped around and his eyes blazed. “Yo no sé nada. I still don’t know if I can believe that if every other word you’ve said to me our entire time together has been a lie. So forgive me if I can’t take your word.” She now was trying to avoid the fire and venom in his gaze, but for the fleeting moment that they met she saw that his eyes were also full with tears he was too proud to let fall. "So did you ever care about me at all or was it just easier to marry me when you were having a baby?” “Zabdiel, you know I love you,” she murmured. “I don’t know a goddamn thing,” he roared, jolting upright and leaning over the bottom of the bed. “If you loved me or you ever did, you wouldn’t have done this to me. Ever.” He braced himself with his white-knuckled hands on the rails at the bottom, willing himself to maintain his composure. A tear passed over her eyelid and cascaded down her cheek. “Zabdiel. I’m sorry.” He grit his teeth. “You betrayed me. I trusted you with my life any my heart and my family. The fact that you did such a thing with a man I considered my brother… I don’t know how to forgive.” She nodded in understanding, sucking on her lower lip, in no position to argue. “It’s clear you’re in love with someone else. And I’m not fighting. If you really loved me, you never would have done anything with him in the first place.” His stare fell now to the newborn, now stirring from sleep with the loud voices. “Does she have a name yet?” Isa nodded again, her mouth too dry to get it out at first. “Si... Xiomara Noemi… I know we’d talked about that one for a girl… “ Zabdiel’s expression softened as he studied her, his defenses still up too high to allow for any affection. She explained, “They asked for the birth certificate to be done, so I had to write in what we had decided. I only need your signature on it.” He turned back to her. “Right now,” he snarled, “we do nothing until we’re sure she’s mine. Then we can discuss custody.” No other words needed to be exchanged. That was enough for Isa. She knew with that there would be no resolution. “Zabdi… mi vida, I am sorry.” Zabdiel shrugged, his face now void of any emotions it once held, no anger and no pain. “It’s fine, Isabella. It’s over. And besides, it’s not like I’ve been faithful to you either. The difference is I didn’t bring a child into it.” He walked to the door and gave a soft sarcastic smile back over his shoulder before walking out of the room and down the hall.

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Everything in this world is for sale to the people who can afford it Joella Mason knows the difference between what she needs and what she wants. But when the line between the two becomes especially thin, she finds herself on a quest for something missing, not expecting that to come in the package of a sexy stranger with an even sexier proposition. They share a night. Desires are fulfilled. But at what price?

A Taste of Her Own Medicine by Tasha L. Harrison

Sonja Watts needs to re-enter the workforce after divorcing her husband of thirteen years. Taking the advice of her sister Birdie and her best friend Estelle, she signs up for a six-week course for entrepreneurs; hoping that she will learn everything she needs to know to build a business to support herself and her kids. On the first night of class, Sonja is able to ignore the fact that most of the students were younger than her by ten years or more. It was what she expected. But when the instructor walks in, she debates packing up her new twelve hundred dollar laptop and walking out. Sonja couldnt remember the last time she looked at a man with little more interest than she give a sturdy dining room table. She was just disinterested. But wow, did Atlas James grab her interest.

Christmas in the City by Bria Felicien

Zoe is trying to survive the holiday season without succumbing to winter gloom. By chance, she meets DeAndre, who approaches her with an offer she cant refuse.

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While vacationing in Trinidad, world-renowned photographer Roman Knight unexpectedly acquires a new muse, Cynthia Tremaine. Their chemistry is off the charts and they cant resist giving into a night of passion together. Neither of them expected to see each other again after they parted waysbut fate seemed to have other plans.

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As the CEO of Building Bridges LLC, Bri is driven by determination for success. However, while planning the wedding of one of Chicagos hottest couples, Bris focus is shifted when the strum of a nocturnal voice captures her attention. Being an empath has empowered her sense of compassion for others, so shes not only drawn to him because of his broken heart but also from a fierce attraction that sparks her interest and tap dances on a groove on her heart. Getting involved with someone whos not open to love may prove to be the most difficult road Bri has ever journeyed, but shes unable to stop herself from falling into an irresistible tango of love.

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The latest and most comprehensive baking book yet from best-selling author and diva of desserts Rose Levy Beranbaum and winner of the 2015 IACP Cookbook Award for Baking. Legendary baker Rose Levy Beranbaum is back with her most extensive bible yet. With all-new recipes for the best cakes, pies, tarts, cookies, candies, pastries, breads, and more, this magnum opus draws from Roses passion and expertise in every category of baking. As is to be expected from the woman whos been called the most meticulous cook who ever lived, each sumptuous recipe is truly foolproofwith detail-oriented instructions that eliminate guesswork, plan-aheads, ingenious tips, and highlights for success. From simple everyday crowd-pleasers (Coffee Crumb Cake Muffins, Gingersnaps, Gooseberry Crisp) to show-stopping stunners (Chocolate Hazelnut Mousse Tart, Mango Bango Cheesecake, White Christmas Peppermint Cake) to bakery-style pastries developed for the home kitchen (the famous French Kouign Amann), every recipe proves that delicious perfection is within reach for any baker.

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True to Me by Kay Bratt

Quinn Maguire has a stable life, a fianc, and what she thinks is a clear vision for her future. All of that comes undone by her mothers deathbed confessionthe absentee father Quinn spent thirty years resenting is not her real father at all. With that one revealing whisper, Quinn embarks on a journey to Maui, her mothers childhood home, a storied paradise that holds the truth about her mothers past and all its secrets Quinn is determined to uncover.

Regretting You by Colleen Hoover

Morgan Grant and her sixteen-year-old daughter, Clara, would like nothing more than to be nothing alike. Morgan is determined to prevent her daughter from making the same mistakes she did. By getting pregnant and married way too young, Morgan put her own dreams on hold. Clara doesnt want to follow in her mothers footsteps. Her predictable mother doesnt have a spontaneous bone in her body. With warring personalities and conflicting goals, Morgan and Clara find it increasingly difficult to coexist. The only person who can bring peace to the household is ChrisMorgans husband, Claras father, and the family anchor. But that peace is shattered when Chris is involved in a tragic and questionable accident. The heartbreaking and long-lasting consequences will reach far beyond just Morgan and Clara.

The Will and the Wilds by Charlie N. Holmberg

Enna knows to fear the mystings that roam the wildwood near her home. When one tries to kill her to obtain an enchanted stone, Enna takes a huge risk: fighting back with a mysting of her own. Maekalluss help isnt free. His price? A kiss. One with the power to steal her soul. But their deal leaves Maekallus bound to the mortal realm, which begins eating him alive. Only Ennas kiss, given willingly, can save him from immediate destruction. Its a temporary salvation for Maekallus and a lingering doom for Enna. Part of her soul now burns bright inside Maekallus, making him feel for the first time.

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Lakshya is living the playboy life and he LOVES it. He doesnt believe in love and has never failed to get a girl in his lifeuntil he meets Ridhima, the new girl next door. He prefers easy hook-ups, and shes definitely not his type. Shes totally uninterested in him and he cant stand it. Hell stop at nothing to win her. But Ridhima has a secret of her own which will make it remarkably more difficult for him to get close to her. What happens when Lakshya gets to know about the secret? Will they end up falling for one another? or Will she be the one to break his heart? A story about a bad boy falling for the good girl and not just any good girl, a hot sexy good girl with a big secret.

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As the daughter of a successful Major League pitcher, Charlie Hastings has baseball in her blood. Unfortunately, being the only girl on her high school baseball team, Charlie has always been just one of the guys. When her best friend, and secret love of her life, asks another girl to the prom, Charlie is devastated. Shes tired of being overlooked by boys because shes not like other girls. Suffering a massive identity crisis, she decides to hang up her cleats and finally learn how to be a girl. But with only two weeks until the state championships, the Roosevelt High Ravens cant afford to lose their star catcher. Team captain Jace King makes her a deal: Dont quit the team, and hell help her become the girl shes so desperate to be. After all, hes got four sisters, one of whom happens to be a cheerleader. He knows a thing or two about girls. (And if he can win her heart in the process, all the better.)

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The Handmaids Tale by Margaret Atwood

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In 1984, London is a grim city in the totalitarian state of Oceania where Big Brother is always watching you and the Thought Police can practically read your mind. Winston Smith is a man in grave danger for the simple reason that his memory still functions. Drawn into a forbidden love affair, Winston finds the courage to join a secret revolutionary organization called The Brotherhood, dedicated to the destruction of the Party. Together with his beloved Julia, he hazards his life in a deadly match against the powers that be.

The Tombs of Atuan by Ursula K. Le Guin

When young Tenar is chosen as high priestess to the ancient and nameless Powers of the Earth, everything is taken away home, family, possessions, even her name. For she is now Arha, the Eaten One, guardian of the ominous Tombs of Atuan. While she is learning her way through the dark labyrinth, a young wizard, Ged, comes to steal the Tombs greatest hidden treasure, the Ring of Erreth-Akbe. But Ged also brings with him the light of magic, and together, he and Tenar escape from the darkness that has become her domain.

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For centuries, the vineyards at Chteau Renard have depended on the talent of their vine witches, whose spells help create the world-renowned wine of the Chanceaux Valley. Then the skill of divining harvests fell into ruin when sorcire Elena Boureanu was blindsided by a curse. Now, after breaking the spell that confined her to the shallows of a marshland and weakened her magic, Elena is struggling to return to her former life. And the vineyard she was destined to inherit is now in the possession of a handsome stranger.

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In WASTELANDS: THE NEW APOCALYPSE, veteran anthology editor John Joseph Adams is once again our guide through the wastelands using his genre and editorial expertise to curate his finest collection of post-apocalyptic short fiction yet. Whether the end comes via nuclear war, pandemic, climate change, or cosmological disaster, these stories explore the extraordinary trials and tribulations of those who survive. Featuring never-before-published tales by: Veronica Roth, Hugh Howey, Jonathan Maberry, Seanan McGuire, Tananarive Due, Richard Kadrey, Scott Sigler, Elizabeth Bear, Tobias S. Buckell, Meg Elison, Greg van Eekhout, Wendy N. Wagner, Jeremiah Tolbert, and Violet Allenplus, recent reprints by: Carmen Maria Machado, Carrie Vaughn, Ken Liu, Paolo Bacigalupi, Kami Garcia, Charlie Jane Anders, Catherynne M. Valente, Jack Skillingstead, Sofia Samatar, Maureen F. McHugh, Nisi Shawl, Adam-Troy Castro, Dale Bailey, Susan Jane Bigelow, Corinne Duyvis, Shaenon K. Garrity, Nicole Kornher-Stace, Darcie Little Badger, Timothy Mudie, and Emma Osborne.

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Where the Story Starts by Imogen Clark

As single mother Leah struggles to get her children ready one morning, the doorbell rings. Standing on the doorstep of their terraced house in Whitley Bay is a well-dressed stranger, Clio, who feels an emotional tie to the house that she cant explain. The story should end there, but a long-buried secret is already on its way to the surface

The Overdue Life of Amy Byler by Kelly Harms

Overworked and underappreciated, single mom Amy Byler needs a break. So when the guilt-ridden husband who abandoned her shows up and offers to take care of their kids for the summer, she accepts his offer and escapes rural Pennsylvania for New York City. Usually grounded and mild mannered, Amy finally lets her hair down in the city that never sleeps. She discovers a life filled with culture, sophistication, andwith a little encouragement from her friendsa few blind dates. When one man in particular makes quick work of Amys heart, she risks losing herself completely in the unexpected escape, and as the summer comes to an end, Amy realizes too late that she must make an impossible decision: stay in this exciting new chapter of her life, or return to the life she left behind.

The Murmur of Bees by Sofa Segovia

From the day that old Nana Reja found a baby abandoned under a bridge, the life of a small Mexican town forever changed. Disfigured and covered in a blanket of bees, little Simonopio is for some locals the stuff of superstition, a child kissed by the devil. But he is welcomed by landowners Francisco and Beatriz Morales, who adopt him and care for him as if he were their own. As he grows up, Simonopio becomes a cause for wonder to the Morales family, because when the uncannily gifted child closes his eyes, he can see what no one else canvisions of all thats yet to come, both beautiful and dangerous. Followed by his protective swarm of bees and living to deliver his adoptive family from threatsboth human and those of natureSimonopios purpose in Linares will, in time, be divined.

One for the Blackbird, One for the Crow: A Novel by Olivia Hawker

Wyoming, 1876. For as long as they have lived on the frontier, the Bemis and Webber families have relied on each other. With no other settlers for miles, it is a matter of survival. But when Ernest Bemis finds his wife, Cora, in a compromising situation with their neighbor, he doesnt think of survival. In one impulsive moment, a man is dead, Ernest is off to prison, and the women left behind are divided by rage and remorse. Losing her husband to Coras indiscretion is another hardship for stoic Nettie Mae. But as a brutal Wyoming winter bears down, Cora and Nettie Mae have no choice but to come together as one familyto share the duties of working the land and raising their children. Theres Nettie Maes son, Clydeno longer a boy, but not yet a manwho must navigate the road to adulthood without a father to guide him, and Coras daughter, Beulah, who is as wild and untamable as her prairie home.

Halsey Street by Naima Coster

Penelope Grand has scrapped her failed career as an artist in Pittsburgh and moved back to Brooklyn to keep an eye on her ailing father. Shes accepted that her future wont be what shed dreamed, but now, as gentrification has completely reshaped her old neighborhood, even her past is unrecognizable. Old haunts have been razed, and wealthy white strangers have replaced every familiar face in Bed-Stuy. Even her mother, Mirella, has abandoned the family to reclaim her roots in the Dominican Republic. That took courage. Its also unforgivable.

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If You Tell: A True Story of Murder, Family Secrets, and the Unbreakable Bond of Sisterhood by Gregg Olsen

After more than a decade, when sisters Nikki, Sami, and Tori Knotek hear the word mom, it claws like an eagles talons, triggering memories that have been their secret since childhood. Until now. For years, behind the closed doors of their farmhouse in Raymond, Washington, their sadistic mother, Shelly, subjected her girls to unimaginable abuse, degradation, torture, and psychic terrors. Through it all, Nikki, Sami, and Tori developed a defiant bond that made them far less vulnerable than Shelly imagined. Even as others were drawn into their mothers dark and perverse web, the sisters found the strength and courage to escape an escalating nightmare that culminated in multiple murders.

The Boy Between Worlds: A Biography by Annejet van der Zijl

When they fell in love in 1928, Rika and Waldemar could not have been more different. She was a thirty-seven-year-old Dutch-born mother, estranged from her husband. He was her immigrant boarder, not yet twenty, and a wealthy Surinamese descendant of slaves. The child they have together, brown skinned and blue eyed, brings the couple great joy yet raises some eyebrows. Until the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands explodes their promising life. What unfolds is more than the astonishing story of a love that prevailed over convention. Its also the quest of a young boy. Through the cruelty of World War II, he will fight for a connection between his fathers South American birthplace and his mothers European traditions. Lost and displaced for much of his life, but with a legacy of resilience in his blood, he will struggle to find his place in the world.

The Pale-Faced Lie: A True Story by David Crow

Growing up on the Navajo Indian Reservation, David Crow and his three siblings idolized their dad. Tall, strong, smart, and brave, the self-taught Cherokee regaled his family with stories of his World War II feats. But as time passed, David discovered the other side of Thurston Crow, the ex-con with his own code of ethics that justified cruelty, violence, lieseven murder.

Prognosis: A Memoir of My Brain by Sarah Vallance

When Sarah Vallance is thrown from a horse and suffers a jarring blow to the head, she believes shes walked away unscathed. The next morning, things take a sharp turn as shes led from work to the emergency room. By the end of the week, a neurologist delivers a devastating prognosis: Sarah suffered a traumatic brain injury that has caused her IQ to plummet, with no hope of recovery. Her brain has irrevocably changed.

Born Survivors: Three Young Mothers and Their Extraordinary Story of Courage, Defiance, and Hope by Wendy Holden

The Nazis murdered their husbands but concentration camp prisoners Priska, Rachel, and Anka would not let evil take their unborn children tooa remarkable true story that will appeal to readers of The Lost and The Nazi Officers Wife, Born Survivors celebrates three mothers who defied death to give their children life.

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Girl On Fire: How to Choose Yourself, Burn the Rule Book, and Blaze Your Own Trail in Life and Business by Cara Alwill Leyba

Who would you be if you stopped following *their* rules? What would you create if you create if you had nothing holding you back? Now that women entrepreneurs are banding together in sisterhood and realizing the importance of collaboration over competition, its time to take things to the next level. Its time to rise up, together, and challenge the status quo. Its time to question the way things have been done in the past, to write our own rules, and do life and business OUR way.

Understanding Your Clients through Human Design: The Breakthrough Technology by Robin Winn MFT

Human Design is the next evolution after Myers-Briggs, the Enneagram, and other innovative profiling systems. Whether your field is psychotherapy, recovery, coaching, or healing arts, and whether your clients are individuals, couples, families, or business teams, Understanding Your Clients through Human Design will empower your work and call you to reconsider how you approach people.

The 60 Minute Startup: A Proven System to Start Your Business in 1 Hour a Day and Get Your First Paying Customers in 30 Days (or Less) by Ramesh Dontha

Over 543,000 new businesses are started every month. Most fail. Many never get a paying customer. Why? Because new entrepreneurs are told to start with why, take internet marketing courses, and spend hours doing market research. Do these time-intensive activities attract customers? Make sales? Create profit? No! If youre ready to finally start a profitable business and dump the bad business advice that keeps you confused, overwhelmed, and broke, The 60 Minute Startup is for you. This book gives you a proven system on how to start a business online in just one hour a day and get your first paying customers in one month (or less).

Buy Hold Sell: The Street SmartWay to Real Estate Wealthby Lou Brown

At the turn of the 19th century, billionaire Andrew Carnegie famously said that 90% of millionaires got their wealth by investing in real estate. And guess what? Most millionaires, and even the ultra-rich, would tell you that is still true. Spend a few minutes Googling the phrase should I invest in real estate and it will quickly become clear that real estate investing is a great idea. What isnt so clear, though, is how to get started! Thats what this book will show you. Lou Brown bought his first piece of real estate in 1976 and never stopped. Over the years hes experienced more lessons from the school of hard knocks than he can count and has built a tremendously profitable real estate portfolio. Along the way, Lou discovered that he had a knack for structuring win-win deals, plus creating contracts and paperwork that gave him a competitive edge over other investors. In 1987 he began teaching others his proprietary method of investing, including the unique, proven Buy-Hold-Sell system he created the subject of this book.

A Beginners Guide to the Stock Market: Everything You Need to Start Making Money Today by Matthew R. Kratter

This book will teach you everything that you need to know to start making money in the stock market today. Dont gamble with your hard-earned money. If you are going to make a lot of money, you need to know how the stock market really works. You need to avoid the pitfalls and costly mistakes that beginners make. And you need time-tested trading and investing strategies that actually work. This book gives you everything that you will need. Its a simple road map that anyone can follow.

Best Kindle Unlimited Books 2020: Graphic Novels

Akai Chapter 0 How To Become Strong by Anfernee Robinson

Akai is a young child with high hopes; bound in a society full of undiscovered powers; raised by Grandma in the Jex helps him develop a strong will. He will one day, begin a trial to Heavens Gate. The journey is a troubled one. The Black Orlov chain opens unparalleled events. Will Akai reach his Ultimate goal? Or will Akai bend fate forever?

Sandman Vol. 1: Preludes & Nocturnes 30th Anniversary Edition by Neil Gaiman

New York Times best-selling author Neil Gaimans transcendent series THE SANDMAN is often hailed as the definitive Vertigo title and one of the finest achievements in graphic storytelling. Gaiman created an unforgettable tale of the forces that exist beyond life and death by weaving ancient mythology, folklore and fairy tales with his own distinct narrative vision. In PRELUDES & NOCTURNES, an occultist attempting to capture Death to bargain for eternal life traps her younger brother Dream instead. After his 70 year imprisonment and eventual escape, Dream, also known as Morpheus, goes on a quest for his lost objects of power. On his arduous journey Morpheus encounters Lucifer, John Constantine, and an all-powerful madman.

The Essential Calvin and Hobbes: A Calvin and Hobbes Treasury by Bill Watterson

Bill Wattersons Calvin and Hobbes has been a worldwide favorite since its introduction in 1985. The strip follows the richly imaginative adventures of Calvin and his trusty tiger, Hobbes. Whether a poignant look at serious family issues or a round of time-travel (with the aid of a well-labeled cardboard box), Calvin and Hobbes will astound and delight you.

Fire Force Vol. 1 by Atsushi Ohkubo

The city of Tokyo is plagued by a deadly phenomenon: spontaneous human combustion! Luckily, a special team is there to quench the inferno: The Fire Force! The fire soldiers at Special Fire Cathedral 8 are about to get a unique addition. Enter Shinra, a boy who possesses the power to run at the speed of a rocket, leaving behind the famous devils footprints (and destroying his shoes in the process). Can Shinra and his cooleagues discover the source of this strange epidemic before the city burns to ashes?

Anne of Green Gables: A Graphic Novel by Mariah Marsden

The magic of L.M. Montgomerys treasured classic is reimagined in a whimsically-illustrated graphic novel adaptation perfect for newcomers and kindred spirits alike. When Matthew and Marilla Cuthbert decide to adopt an orphan who can help manage their family farm, they have no idea what delightful trouble awaits them. With flame-red hair and an unstoppable imagination, 11-year-old Anne Shirley takes Green Gables by storm. Annes misadventures bring a little romance to the lives of everyone she meets: her bosom friend, Diana Barry; the town gossip, Mrs. Lynde; and that infuriating tease, Gilbert Blythe. From triumphs and thrills to the depths of despair, Anne turns each everyday moment into something extraordinary.

Best Kindle Unlimited Books 2020: Mystery/Thriller/Suspense

When We Believed in Mermaids by Barbara ONeal

Her sister has been dead for fifteen years when she sees her on the TV news Josie Bianci was killed years ago on a train during a terrorist attack. Gone forever. Its what her sister, Kit, an ER doctor in Santa Cruz, has always believed. Yet all it takes is a few heart-wrenching seconds to upend Kits world. Live coverage of a club fire in Auckland has captured the image of a woman stumbling through the smoke and debris. Her resemblance to Josie is unbelievable. And unmistakable. With it comes a flood of emotionsgrief, loss, and angerthat Kit finally has a chance to put to rest: by finding the sister whos been living a lie.

Uptown Thief by Aya de Len

Marisol Rivera barely survived being abused with nowhere to turn. So theres nothing she wont do to keep her Lower East Side womens health clinic open and give disadvantaged women new lives. Running an exclusive escort service for New York Citys rich and powerful 1 percent is the perfect way to bankroll her businessnot to mention the perfect cover for robbing corrupt CEOs. And when times get even tougher, pulling a heist on a mega-billionaire will secure the clinics futureand her gorgeous crewsfor good. . . Theres just one problem: Marisol didnt anticipate bad news even more dangerous than her curves.

Unspeakable Things by Jess Lourey

Cassie McDowells life in 1980s Minnesota seems perfectly wholesome. She lives on a farm, loves school, and has a crush on the nicest boy in class. Yes, there are her parents strange parties and their parade of deviant guests, but shes grown accustomed to them. All that changes when someone comes hunting in Lilydale. One by one, local boys go missing. One by one, they return changedviolent, moody, and withdrawn.

We Were Mothers: A Novel by Katie Sise

A scandalous revelation is about to devastate a picturesque town where the houses are immaculate and the neighborhoods are tightly knit. Devoted mother Cora OConnell has found the journal of her friend Laurels daughtera beautiful college student who lives next doorrevealing an illicit encounter. Hours later, Laurel makes a shattering discovery of her own: her daughter has vanished without a trace. Over the course of one weekend, the crises of two close families are about to trigger a chain reaction that will expose a far more disturbing web of secrets. Now everything is at stake as theyre forced to confront the lies they have told in order to survive.

In the Dark by Loreth Anne White

The promise of a luxury vacation at a secluded wilderness spa has brought together eight lucky guests. But nothing is what they were led to believe. As a fierce storm barrels down and all contact with the outside is cut off, the guests fear that its not a getaway. Its a trap. Each one has a secret. Each one has something to hide. And now, as darkness closes in, they all have something to fearincluding one another.

Best Kindle Unlimited Books 2020: Politics/Social Science

The Gene: An Intimate History by Siddhartha Mukherjee

Dr. Siddhartha Mukherjee dazzled readers with his Pulitzer Prize-winning The Emperor of All Maladies in 2010. That achievement was evidently just a warm-up for his virtuoso performance in The Gene: An Intimate History, in which he braids science, history, and memoir into an epic with all the range and biblical thunder of Paradise Lost (The New York Times). In this biography Mukherjee brings to life the quest to understand human heredity and its surprising influence on our lives, personalities, identities, fates, and choices.

A River in Darkness: One Mans Escape from North Korea by Masaji Ishikawa

Half-Korean, half-Japanese, Masaji Ishikawa has spent his whole life feeling like a man without a country. This feeling only deepened when his family moved from Japan to North Korea when Ishikawa was just thirteen years old, and unwittingly became members of the lowest social caste. His father, himself a Korean national, was lured to the new Communist country by promises of abundant work, education for his children, and a higher station in society. But the reality of their new life was far from utopian. In this memoir translated from the original Japanese, Ishikawa candidly recounts his tumultuous upbringing and the brutal thirty-six years he spent living under a crushing totalitarian regime, as well as the challenges he faced repatriating to Japan after barely escaping North Korea with his life. A River in Darkness is not only a shocking portrait of life inside the country but a testament to the dignityand indomitable natureof the human spirit.

The Mueller Report by The Washington Post

Read the findings of the Special Counsels investigation into Russian interference in the 2016 election, complete with accompanying analysis by the Post reporters whove covered the story from the beginning.

War on Peace: The End of Diplomacy and the Decline of American Influence by Ronan Farrow

US foreign policy is undergoing a dire transformation, forever changing Americas place in the world. Institutions of diplomacy and development are bleeding out after deep budget cuts; the diplomats who make Americas deals and protect its citizens around the world are walking out in droves. Offices across the State Department sit empty, while abroad the military-industrial complex has assumed the work once undertaken by peacemakers. Were becoming a nation that shoots first and asks questions later. In an astonishing journey from the corridors of power in Washington, DC, to some of the most remote and dangerous places on earthAfghanistan, Somalia, and North Korea among themacclaimed investigative journalist Ronan Farrow illuminates one of the most consequential and poorly understood changes in American history. His firsthand experience as a former State Department official affords a personal look at some of the last standard bearers of traditional statecraft, including Richard Holbrooke, who made peace in Bosnia and died while trying to do so in Afghanistan.

Mossad: The Greatest Missions of the Israeli Secret Service by Michael Bar-Zohar

For decades, Israels renowned security arm, the Mossad, has been widely recognized as the best intelligence service in the world. In Mossad, authors Michael Bar-Zohar and Nissim Mishal take us behind the closed curtain with riveting, eye-opening, boots-on-the-ground accounts of the most dangerous, most crucial missions in the agencys 60-year history. These are real Mission: Impossible true stories brimming with high-octane actionfrom the breathtaking capture of Nazi executioner Adolph Eichmann to the recent elimination of key Iranian nuclear scientists. Anyone who is fascinated by the world of international espionage, intelligence, and covert Black-Ops warfare will find Mossad electrifying reading.

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