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 K-Brothers and the little maid

K-Brothers and the little maid

The K-Brothers are identical quadruplets with each of their names starting with letter K. They are; Kyler He happens to be cold-hearted and ruthless amongst his brothers. He doesn’t spare any warmth feeling towards anyone, especially women. His whole anger and hatred for them are derived from his past which no one is aware of including his brothers. Kash He is nothing like the rest of his brothers. He is friendly and a lover boy. He falls in love easily which always led to numerous heartbreaks. Kenver He is arrogant, a playboy, and is always up against his last brother, Kael. He’s just so jealous of him and thinks Kael is more handsome and smarter than him. Kael He is the most handsome amongst the brothers and a flirt. He’s just so cool that every girl adores him. He’s always getting the best of everything which makes Kenver highly jealous. * An ash-haired girl who is struggling to survive in life is hired by one of the brothers and she comes in to live with them. It isn't rosy for her as they all take turns in making her life a living hell. The unimaginable happens as two of the brothers fall for her unknowingly, each, not wanting to let go. Tales from the past now tend to haunt the future, pulling the brothers apart with a strong enmity for the other. Their mother is out there trying to tear them apart as she always wanted to since when she was pregnant for them. But first, she has to find the weakest link amongst them. Will the brothers still stand strong together and fight or will they align with the enemy? Who will the little maid consider worthy of her love, especially when they both treated her badly?
Stolen Life, Stolen Style

Stolen Life, Stolen Style

My eyes snapped open. The dorm room ceiling, with its familiar water stain shaped like a crooked smile, loomed above. Across the room, Brianna Jones hummed softly, applying makeup. She wore a cheap copy of my cashmere sweater. My heart hammered against my ribs. This wasn' t right. This was weeks ago. The memories crashed down: the Paris program acceptance, the "going away" party, the sickening taste, then absolute darkness. Brianna had poisoned me. I saw her smirk, remembered collapsing. Yet here she was, her reflection smiling sweetly in her compact mirror, her voice falsely cheerful. "Morning, sleepyhead," she chirped. This was the ambitious girl from a small town. My roommate. The one who wanted my life. I stared at her, the image of her malicious triumph at my party seared into my brain. The subtle digs, the way she' d implied I was the copycat, her constant imitation of my style, my social media. She' d meticulously cataloged me, then painstakingly isolated me, even turning away Liam, the hockey captain I genuinely liked. All my kindness burned away in the hospital bed I now only remembered. "You okay, Ava?" she asked, a tilt to her head. "You look like you've seen a ghost." My parents always told me I was too trusting, too eager to see the good in people. They were right. This inexplicable situation felt like a cruel joke, yet it was real. The date on my phone confirmed it. Several weeks before the party. Before she tried to kill me. I had a second chance. And this time, I wouldn' t be naive. I wouldn' t be kind to the snake in my room. This time, Ava Miller wouldn't be a doormat. This time, I would fight.
Winning His W": A Story of Freshman Year at College"

Winning His W": A Story of Freshman Year at College"

A school has been very correctly termed a little world of itself. Within it the temptations and struggles and triumphs are as real as those in the larger world outside. They differ in form, not in character, and become for many a man the foundation upon which later success or failure has been built. It is perhaps wise for me to explain that the boys whose lives in the Weston school have been outlined in this book are "real" boys, and that every fact recorded actually occurred much as it has been described. If the results of the struggles and successes shall prove to be a stimulus to other boys who may be facing similar problems, and if the failures shall serve the purpose of a warning word and teach the younger readers what things are to be avoided and how they are to be overcome, the author will certainly feel well repaid for his labor. Unfolding life is ever a marvelous sight, and the interest with which we follow those who are trending now the paths once familiar to us never fails those still young in heart while old in years. The recently developed interest in the work and lives of the younger people, is one of the marvels of this closing century. Greater than any of the discoveries of science, nobler than any of the great movements of the times is that renewed interest in the possibilities of the young life all about us, undeveloped it is true, but filled with the promise of power. So many times our eyes are opened when it is too late to behold the vision. We may preach, and warn, and urge, and exhort, and scold, but nothing will take the place of actual experience. It is natural for each young heart to wish to learn and test life for itself. However, I am not without hope, that the friendship and sympathy for Ward Hill and his friends may not be entirely without their unspoken lessons, and that before my readers there may arise for each one the vision of the man who is yet to be.