Joy

She twirled and twirled. She felt that something was holding me up. I'm not sure what got me to go twirling around, but I feel like it was kind of an instinct. I felt like a song would have started playing, but I didn't stop dancing to see who played the sound. - Blair? - It was Lucas, who arrived there just to conquer her again.

Joy

Lilya is at a new school, Malviwood, which appears to be a mysterious place with many hidden secrets. So, she will try to discover, with Paty and Robert, her friends, ''inexplicable'' things that are lurking in that place... Well, she with her brave way of being, will try... Derek Steven is the name of Lilya's new "colleague", who, for some unobvious reason, like love, will take the girl's attention, causing her to divert her desire to discover the mysteries of Malviwood, ignoring her true friends. Will Lilya have the brains to help her friends figure out why Professor Grodger is alive, or why Elizabeth is in a pamphlet, with Derek by her side messing with her heart and thoughts at every turn? -/- Hope you like it! PLEASE WRITE REVIEWS EVEN BEING CRITIC... THANK YOU!

In a small community dominated by a powerful farmer, a man who has always rejected violence sees his life destroyed by a massacre. Faced with loss and injustice, he embarks on a journey of revenge that will transform not only his destiny, but also that of an entire community.

santozzNew Author

Introdução: Este livro é como se uma garota escrevesse várias cartas para alguém, mas quase nunca as entregasse para está pessoa. Ao longo das cartas ela vai demonstrando como se sente em relação ao que está acontecendo.

ANNA VESPERNew Author

Ele se lembra de tudo. Da mãe, dos dias com Clara, das coisas que disse e das que deixou passar. Mas lembrar já não parece suficiente. Entre objetos guardados e uma carta inesperada, ele procura algo que ainda seja capaz de fazer diferença.

worrel

Corações em busca de harmonia fomentam dentro de si uma perpétua dissonância. Ela faz tinta com a terra seca do quintal; ele dá nome a tudo o que se bebe e jura que água e vinho, juntos, são uma mistura intragável. Anos depois da tarde em que a chuva não veio, a mesma tempestade alcança os dois em lugares diferentes. Talvez seja tarde para voltar. Talvez nunca tenha sido sobre vinho.