Series
CONFUCIUS AND SOCRATES: THE DAWN OF A NEW WORLD
There exists, lost between the ages, a place that no traveler has ever been able to find twice. A nameless city, set upon a forgotten land, where the stones of the squares are as ancient as the sky itself, and where flowers bloom in the interstices of the cobblestones, bursting into white corollas beneath the feet of the wise. A place where the wind, as it passes between the marble columns and the golden pagodas, sings a hymn that neither Greece nor China can entirely claim.
By Alain SUPPINIabout a year ago in Fiction
The Kiss Quotient
🌟 Meet Stella Lane Stella Lane is not your typical romance heroine. She’s a brilliant, successful woman who works as an econometrician (someone who uses math and statistics to predict shopping patterns). She loves her job and is very good at it.
By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Fiction
When We Meet Again
The cold breeze swept across the old train station, rustling the yellowed leaves that danced around Claire's feet. She pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders and stared down the empty tracks. Ten years. It had been ten long years since she had last stood here — the day she left behind everything she loved, including him.
By Muhammad Ibrarabout a year ago in Fiction
The Hating Game
👩💼👨💼 Meet Lucy and Josh Office Enemies Lucy Hutton is cheerful, kind, and loves wearing bright clothes and lipstick. She’s a people pleaser who believes in being nice to everyone. She works at Bexley & Gamin, a publishing house created when two very different companies merged.
By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Fiction
Bitter is the Dust
Jason McKinney was a survivor. The cards were stacked against him since the day he was born, and now, in his fifteenth year, he was no longer a child; yet not quite a man. Years of hard labor had made him stronger than most kids his age and it had kept him lean. His unruly mop of flaming red hair had branded him a troublemaker from an early age. He did his best to keep the reputation in good standing by bloodying the noses of most of the boys in his school at least once, no matter what the reason. At the ripe old age of twelve he was finished with school, at least, that was what he had been told by those in charge of the operation. He was happy with that to a degree; although it had kept him away from the house and the man who hated him. Now days it was a full time occupation to keep out of his reach.
By Scott A. Geseabout a year ago in Fiction
